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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: Now This Won't Hurt A Bit
Summary: Four teens have their first confrontation with the darkness
coming to Haven: a voluptuous school nurse sowing sexual chaos among
the students and teachers of Haven High.

Part: 6 of 38
Keywords: mf, ff, mF, Ff, FF, msolo, fsolo, Fsolo, oral, toys, mc, nc,
inc, teen, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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Frank was grateful to have someone to talk to on the bus the next
morning. Jason took advantage of it as well. With the two of them
together, the bullies on the bus were less likely to pick on him, save
for a passing comment. Though even this did not stop Richie.

Richie looked irritated when he saw Frank and Jason sitting together
and barely said a word past a simple greeting to Jason. Frank flashed
Richie a smug look, though it faded when the bus made its final stop
and Heather and Melinda came aboard.

"Um, hey, I'll see you later, okay?" Frank said to Jason, rising from
his seat.

"Oh, wait, you don't have to ..." Jason began.

Before he could finish, Melinda rushed over and slid into the vacated
seat even before Frank had straightened up completely. "Yes, he does,"
she said with a grin.

Jason gave Frank a helpless look. Frank just returned it with a wan
smile. "I'll catch you at lunchtime."

"Sure thing. Hey, Frank, you want to come over today? After school, I
mean."

Now Melinda's grin faded. Across the aisle, Heather found a seat next
to Richie, feeling a little chagrined that Melinda was not sitting next
to her.

Frank paused a moment. "Seriously?"

"Sure. I can give you the wireless bridge you wanted and you can show
me those Trek sites I don't know about."

Frank grinned. "Deal. See ya later."

Melinda sighed. "Just great," she muttered.

Jason looked at her. "What?"

"I was going to have the house to myself again," Melinda said in a low
voice.

"Oh, were you?" said Heather. "News to me."

Melinda just stuck her tongue out at her big sister.

"Alone? But I thought your Mom would be home."

"No, she's working full time now."

Jason paused. "Not at the ..."

"Yes, at the same place," Heather said sharply. "The same damn place."

"What the hell does she do there?" Richie asked.

"That's just it. She won't tell us. I've asked her several times now,
and ..."

"Heather, I really don't want to talk about this, okay?" Melinda said
in a forlorn voice. She appeared to slide in her seat closer to Jason,
as if seeking his comfort. She turned to him. "I was just hoping you'd
want to spend more time with me."

Jason hesitated. He was still very new to the idea of having a
girlfriend. "Er ... well, yeah, I do to, but ... "

"He'd rather nerd-out with the shrimp than make out with the girl,"
Richie said with a smirk, rolling his eyes. "Funny, when I look at
Frank, I don't see no fine ..."

"You say one more thing about my boobs and I swear I'll kick you!"
Melinda piped. She immediately blushed when several other students on
the bus snickered at this, but she didn't care.

"Jesus. Okay, fine. Jason, call off your attack-girl, willya?"

Jason actually managed a small smile at this.

"Do you suppose they'll start the medical program today?" Heather asked
in a slightly quavering voice. Some of her dreams the night before had
not been very restful. They were repeats of the same imagery that she
had had the day before while talking with Diane.

Jason was about to reply when Richie cut in. "Stop worrying about it.
My Mom called in sick to work today, so she's fixing to head down to
the school later. By lunchtime, the program will be gone. Poof."

"You better be right about that ..."

"Well, if I'm not, the brainiac here has a backup plan."

Melinda blinked. "You do?" she asked Jason.

Jason looked surprised as well. "I do?"

"Yeah, you were talking about going to see the nurse yourself. Get the
lowdown on her."

"Oh, that," Jason said. He glanced nervously towards the back of the
bus. "Well, it was Frank's idea, actually."

"What, you told him about all this?" Melinda asked incredulously. "And
he didn't think you were nuts?"

"No, no, he suggested it for, uh, other reasons."

Richie snorted. "The shrimp wanted to see if lookin' at the nurse would
give him a boner."

Jason glared at him. "Will you stop calling him that?"

"But what good would seeing the nurse do?" asked Melinda.

"To see if we even need to worry about any of this. If she has the
aura. If she doesn't, then it's not such a big deal."

Melinda made an "ohhh" sound and nodded, but Heather looked wary. "I
don't know about that, Jason," Heather said.

"What do you mean?"

"It ... it sounds dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Richie said with a derisive laugh. "What's so dangerous
about looking at a nurse? Unless any of you had that stuff like leap
out at you or something."

All eyes shifted to Melinda, the most sensitive of the four of them in
this area. She just shook her head.

"I just have a funny feeling about it, that's all."

Melinda gave her sister an odd look. "Heather, what's with you? You've
been acting really weird."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Ever since you got back from the mall yesterday. Like you're spooked
about something."

Heather paused, then just shook her head. "No, I'm fine. It's in your
head, runt."

"It's not in my head. And stop calling me that."

Heather had not realized she had been acting any differently, but she
was not terribly surprised. She did not understand the thoughts she had
been having lately, even less so than the feelings she had for Melinda.
Unfortunately, this new problem was not enough to mask the old. The
evening before, seeing Melinda partially nude as she readied for bed
and thinking of what she had been doing earlier made Heather feel
jealous again.

After going to bed, she had managed to quell her jealousy, but was
unable to do anything with her lingering arousal. Rather than give into
it, she had steadfastly ignored it, but it took her a long time to fall
asleep.

"Well, all right, fine," Heather snapped, folding her arms. "Maybe I'm
nervous about this whole thing, okay?"

Melinda smirked. "And my big sis was supposed to be the one that didn't
give a shit."

"I never said that."

"You just seemed to act that way about the new semester. Especially
when I was concerned about it."

"Hey, I looked after you yesterday."

"Yeah, fine, you did. Would've helped a hell of a lot more if you tried
that when I was freaking out about it the week before."

Heather uttered an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm sorry, all right? I ...
wait. You want me to help? Okay, then. I've been trying to find out how
to stop seeing the aura on someone."

Melinda stared at Heather. "What?? How?"

"I don't know yet. I'm getting some ideas, but I'm not sure. It has
something to do with the way I look at her, but ..."

"And you didn't tell me?" Melinda said indignantly.

"I'm telling you now! Give me a break!"

"Look, I hate to break up the cat fight," Richie said with a smirk,
earning him glares from both girls, "Point is, you might as well just
stop talking about it now. My Mom'll handle it. Problem is solved.
Another victory for the, uh ..." He paused and looked over to Jason.
"So what do we call ourselves?"

Jason stared at him. "What are you talking about?"

Richie smirked. "Well, we gotta have a snappy name, you know?"

Now Melinda and Heather stared at him as well.

Richie rolled his eyes and leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Look,
you guys are the ones so gung-ho about all this stamping out evil or
whatever the hell it is we're doin'. So we oughta have some fun with
it. Come up with a cool name. Like the Fantastic Four or something."

Melinda groaned and shook her head. Heather snorted. Jason gave Richie
a look. "You can't use that name, it's trademarked," he said.

"Well, shit, I didn't mean use that, it was just an example!"

"Should we be talking about this so openly on the bus?" Melinda asked.

Richie raised his head for a moment. "They stopped paying attention
soon as we stopped talking about your boobs."

"We were not talking about ...!"

"Look, chill, okay? I'm just sayin' that if you're gonna force me to
deal with this, I wanna have some fun with it."

"There's nothing fun about it, Richie," Melinda said darkly.

Richie threw up his hands. "All right, never mind. Shit. If we're gonna
hafta deal with this, I just wanted to make it so we're not so gloom
and doom about it, that's all."

"Talk to us after your Mom gets rid of the medical program," Heather
said.



Unlike the day before, there was no hesitation. Laura strode from her
car and into the school building with a crisp walk, each step filled
with purpose and confidence. She actually looked forward to the day.

It had been a new person that had awoken that morning. For the first
time in a very long while she greeted the day with eagerness. Quickly
her attitude had been rewarded. As she strolled to her office, her
pussy was suffused with sweet warmth. She could feel the moisture in
her slot, enough to give her a mild euphoria, not quite enough to make
her panties damp.

Yet she knew she could be kindled to full arousal and burning need at a
single thought from Nyssa. She took a slow, deep breath as she savored
that thought.

Laura passed Marcie's desk without looking at her underling. "Good
morning, Marcie."

"Oh, Miss Bendon!" Marcie cried, leaping out of her chair, a small
sticky-note in one hand. She began following Laura into the office,
only to utter a short gasp of surprise when Laura suddenly stopped and
turned.

For a moment, Marcie just stared wide-eyed at Laura and clutched the
note to her bosom.

"Yes, Marcie, what is it?" Laura asked in a pleasant voice.

"Um, you ... you have an appointment this morning, Miss Bendon."

"I don't recall making one, Marcie."

"You got a call ... from a parent ..." Marcie paused and sheepishly
handed the note to Laura.

Laura gave Marcie a puzzled look and snatched the note from her
underling. She raised a single eyebrow as she peered down at it.
"Sandra Gardner," she said tonelessly.

"I'm sorry, Miss Bendon! I know you don't like parents that insist on
seeing you this early, but ... but she wouldn't take 'no' for an
answer, and I ..."

Laura held up a hand and Marcie immediately silenced. "That's fine,
Marcie. I'll see her."

"She's going to complain about the medical program, isn't she?"

"Most likely. But that is not your concern, Marcie."

"Well, I was just curious. She was the one that got the pager program
stopped last year, wasn't she?"

"While this is true, Marcie, it ..."

"Are you going to let her stop the medical program, Miss Bendon? I'm
just curious since ..."

"Marcie."

Again, Marcie immediately quieted herself, giving Laura an apologetic
look.

"All I need you to do is your job," Laura said.

"Yes, Miss Bendon."

"And to do as you're told."

There was a slight hesitation. "Of course, Miss Bendon. I always try."

"Then if I tell you to forget about this?" Laura held up the note.

Marcie's eyes flicked over to it briefly and then back to Laura's face.
"Then ... I'll forget about it, Miss Bendon."

Laura smiled. Marcie smiled with her.

"Very good, Marcie. Carry on."

"Yes, Miss Bendon."

Laura watched Marcie return to her desk before turning away and heading
into the office.

After closing the door behind her, Laura allowed herself a small smile
and a soft sigh of excitement. Her pussy felt hot and her nipples were
hard and rising to points, raising two bumps on her blouse.

It was going to be so easy. Marcie was already ever so obedient. It was
just a matter of turning her thoughts and desires such that she would
be obedient where Laura really needed her. She was so looking forward
to that. It gave her job true meaning again.

She closed her eyes. It had another advantage. It helped her forget
what she had done to achieve her current state of bliss.



Cassie had come to an important decision. She had decided that enough
was enough.

She had spent the better part of the drive down from the mesa deep in
thought over this. By the time the driver brought her over the river
and into Haven proper, she had resolved it in her own mind.

It was as simple as this: Cassie liked Richie. She wanted to know if he
liked her in return.

That's all she needed to know. She /had/ to know. Self-pleasuring
herself to thoughts of him was bittersweet at best. She wanted to know
if there were even a chance of any of those feelings being
reciprocated. She wanted to stop feeling guilty for touching herself
with Richie in her mind.

Cassie glanced out of the window for the first time since the drive
began. She looked almost surprised to see houses, trees, and grass,
instead of rock and scrub.

Her heart pounded. It would not be much longer now. By the end of that
day -- by the end of the morning if she could swing it -- she would
know.

Cassie was not looking for him to pledge to be her boyfriend, as much
as she might have wanted such a thing. She just wanted the chance. She
thought he had already given her that when he actually sat down and
talked to her that wonderful day last semester. That had been one of
the best days of her life since the dreams began.

Cassie allowed herself a small smile.

She had to be right. He did want her. Why would he lead her on like
that? Just a case of being kind? No, not Richie. Not the kid that took
every opportunity to laugh at the other kids that happened to be clumsy
or unattractive.

Well, true, he did cut back on that since he became friends with Jason.
But she doubted that the friendship itself had had that kind of effect
on him. It would not have made him help her collect all her notes from
her history class after someone had vandalized her locker and left them
strewn all over the hallway. It would not have made him stick around
afterward until she had stopped crying.

He had even apologized for not finding a batch of the notes, even
though it wasn't his fault.

But what had really impressed her was how he had come to her days
later, the missing notes in hand, smiling and offering to sit and have
lunch with her.

Over lunch, he had claimed to have searched high and low for them after
hours, just to return them. True, it had been too late then. The paper
she had due had to be re-done from scratch. But the gesture had been
appreciated, and over lunch, she had simply gushed at him, telling him
everything about herself.

Including the dreams.

Cassie took a deep breath to calm herself as the limo turned into the
Haven High School parking lot. She quietly collected her things,
stepping out of the car the moment it came to a stop.

Harry's timing was impeccable as always. There stood Richie and his
friends, having arrived by school bus not moments before. His little
entourage.

Cassie cast a lingering gaze towards them. Her eyes clouded over. She
sometimes dreamed about them as well. But none of what they did made
any sense to her. Perhaps she would talk to him about it. Perhaps if he
...

She turned her eyes away and walked with long, purposeful strides into
the building, again ignoring Melinda's friendly wave and shout. Cassie
took another deep breath. She could not get ahead of herself.
Concentrate on finding out what he felt about her now. The rest can
wait.

One way or the other, she would get what she wanted.



"What is /with/ her?" Melinda demanded, giving a pebble an indignant
kick with her foot.

"I told you, Melinda, she's a freakazoid," said Richie.

"Will you stop making fun of her?!"

"I'm not! I'm tellin' it like it is! Don't believe me? Go talk to her."

"Well, I /would/, if she would pay attention when I wave to her."

"Just find her in the hallway some day and ask her about her dreams,"
Richie said with a snicker.

Melinda gave him an odd look. "Huh?"

"Except you probably won't hafta, she'll tell you anyway."

"So? Everyone has dreams. What's the big deal with talking about them?"

Richie sighed and rolled his eyes. "Because she describes some really
weird shit, that's why. And she /never shuts up/ about them. You try to
change the subject and it comes back up. Everything has something to do
with her dreams."

"Oh, and like you never became obsessed with anything?" Heather cut in.

"Never like that, man," Richie said.

Jason suddenly made some coughing sounds, injecting the word "baseball"
in the middle of them.

Richie made a face at him. "Yeah, not like Roswell conspiracy theories
or Star Trek like some geeks that shall remain you, huh? Anyway, at
least I can talk about something different."

"I heard Cassie was making eyes at you over the summer," Heather said
with a smirk.

Richie slapped his forehead. "Fuck, if I hear that one more time ..."

"Oh, getting teased about that, are you?" Melinda piped. "Yeah, my
heart bleeds for you. Right. Date any teachers lately, by the way?"

"Melinda!" Richie growled through clenched teeth. "I don't wanna hear
about that anymore!"

"Then stop acting like a total jerk all the time!"

"Look, will the two of you knock it off?!" Jason cried in exasperation.

Richie sighed and turned away. Melinda looked stricken at the sudden
rebuke and glared at him. "/Fine/. At least you have plans for today
after school. Plans that don't include me!"

"How was I supposed to know you'd have the house again?"

"She /didn't/, and she /doesn't,/" Heather declared. Melinda whirled
around and gave her sister an indignant look, but Heather cut her off
before she could speak again. "Melinda, no. I'm not going to just run
off every day just because you want to fool around with your
boyfriend."

Melinda's mouth dropped open and she blushed furiously. She shot a
deadly gaze at her sister and left in a huff, stamping off towards the
school entrance.

Jason sighed and gave Heather an annoyed look. "Did you have to get her
that upset?"

"Look at it this way," said Heather with a wry grin. "Now she's furious
with me instead of you."

Jason blinked at this. "Oh. Uh, thanks."

Heather smiled weakly. Truth be told, she was not at all sure that her
own motivations were that altruistic.

"I just wish everyone would shut the fuck up about Miss Davis," Richie
said darkly. "And Cassie, for that matter."

"I thought she had the hots for you or something," Heather commented
mildly.

"Argh! She doesn't! Don't even joke about that!"

"You may want to tell her that, then."

Richie made a face. "I don't have to tell her anything. She's not
interested in me."

"That's not what I heard."

"I don't give a shit what you heard."

"Why would she be interested in you, Richie?" asked Jason.

"/She's not!/ Fuck!"

"Theoretically, then," Jason persisted. "If she were, you have any idea
why?"

Richie sighed in exasperation. "Well, all right ... I was nice to her
once last semester. Then I ate with her in the lunchroom. That was long
enough to find out what kind of freak she was. She sorta bugged me a
bit til the end of the semester, but then I heard squat from her til a
few weeks ago."

Heather gave Richie an odd look. "You? Nice? Just out of the blue?"

"And why is that so surprising, huh?"

Heather just chuckled. "Yeah, my mistake. I forgot, you're the nicest
guy here and God's gift to us."

Jason snorted. Richie glared at him. Heather laughed and turned away
from them, heading towards the school entrance.

Richie watched her go, shaking his head. "Shit, what the hell is it
with girls these days, huh?"

Jason couldn't help but see the irony in Richie asking Jason for such
advice. It made him feel a little better about his cluelessness when it
came to Melinda. He just shrugged at Richie in response. "We better get
inside before we're late for homeroom."

"Man ... this year is gonna really suck." He glanced over towards the
visitor parking lot as they headed towards the school. He smirked as
his eyes fell on the familiar blue Chevy. "Well, some things are
lookin' up."

Jason peered. "That your Mom's car?"

"Yep. After lunch, they'll be taking the medical program out with the
trash."



"Yes, Ms. Gardner, Marcie told me you, ah, made an appointment to see
me," said Laura with a polite smile. "Please, have a seat. Oh, and
close the door behind you if you would, so we won't be disturbed."

Sandra regarded the principal for a long moment, her hand still on the
door knob. Now that she had been asked specifically to close the door,
she felt she should leave it open. Nevertheless, considering the
dressing-down Sandra intended to deliver, perhaps it was best not to
compound the embarrassment to the principal. She did as Laura
requested.

"May I ask what this is about?" Laura asked.

Sandra turned and shot a glare at the principal. "Oh, I think you know
exactly what this is about, Miss Bendon." She surged forward and fell
into the proffered seat, dropping her purse heavily to the side.

Laura looked at Sandra and realized with wry amusement that she was
attired more like a student than a parent. It was quite apparent that
Sandra wished to show that she had no intention of putting on airs. She
was dressed in faded denim shorts and a rather worn t-shirt. Her feet
were covered in sandals that were close to falling apart. Her hair was
a bit frizzy, as if she had not bothered even to so much as brush it
out that morning.

It had been the same thing she had done the year before, when she had
come to complain about the pager program. And Laura was thinking now
the same thing that she had then: it simply made Sandra look like cheap
white trash.

Laura leaned forward, placing her elbows on the desk and folding her
hands. "Since Richard Gardner is currently not on the detention list, I
can safely assume this has nothing to do with him."

"Well, actually, Miss Bendon, it does have to do with him. See, I don't
particularly care for you and this damn school -- /once again/ --
trying to act like his goddamn parent."

"I take it this would be about the medical program we're instituting at
this school?"

"Hey, got it in one, I guess I should be impressed. Too bad some of
your smarts don't filter down to the kids' heads, considering the
idiots that this place churns out every year. Maybe you should be
concentrating on that problem instead of my kid's health, huh?"

Laura fixed her gaze unwaveringly on Sandra. "And is it wrong to be
concerned about the students' health, Ms. Gardner?"

"I didn't say that! Don't try turning my words around."

"I wouldn't think of it. But surely you can see our side in this? It's
important to assure the well-being of all the students as a whole."

Sandra narrowed her eyes. "So then let me send my kid off to a doctor I
can trust and have him send you a medical report."

If the principal did agree to this, Sandra had no intention of sending
Richie to anyone in town. She'd sooner drive him thirty miles to the
next major community than have him treated by any doctor in Haven.
There was no way she was going to let this town get any hold over him.

Laura uttered a short, suffering sigh. "I am afraid we can't do that,
Ms. Gardner."

Sandra paused a moment. /So Bendon got herself a backbone over the
summer,/ she thought, one corner of her mouth lifting in a smirk.
/Well, I have a way around that./

"Miss Bendon, you don't want any trouble for this school, now do you?"
Sandra said in a self-satisfied tone of voice.

Laura raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

"You want to keep a low profile, don't you? No controversy, that sort
of thing."

Laura said nothing in reply, but instead gave a simple nod of her head
for Sandra to continue.

"I have a friend, Miss Bendon. A very, /very/ good friend." Sandra's
smile became a touch sultry for a moment. "And he happens to be a
lawyer. A very, /very/ good lawyer. Do I need to say anything more,
Miss Bendon?"

Laura remained silent for a long moment. Finally she leaned back and
rose slowly to her feet.

Sandra was a bit surprised at this move, but she remained where she
was. She kept her eyes riveted on Laura. When the principal came around
the side of the desk, Sandra's gaze tracked her warily.

"Now, Ms. Gardner. There will be no need for that."

Sandra slowly broke into a smile, believing she had won. At the same
time, however, something tugged at the back of her mind. There was
something subtly wrong with the way Laura looked at her. And now Laura
began to move again, her heels making distinct clacking noises that
sounded unnaturally loud to Sandra's ears. She felt a twinge of anxiety
as Laura approached.

"We can settle this dispute without resorting to legalities," Laura
said, her voice softer.

"That's up to you, Miss Bendon," Sandra said, making sure she kept the
initiative. "You call off this damn medical program, and I won't have
to haul your ass into court. You think I made a big stink last year
about the pager program? Wait til you see this."

Laura stopped by the side of Sandra's chair. Sandra raised her eyes to
Laura, who smiled pleasantly. Sandra momentarily locked her gaze to
Laura's and felt a tiny shudder pass through her. She immediately
looked away.

"We will not have to go to court. We can settle this right here."

Sandra felt her anxiety increasing, and now her skin felt warm. When
Laura turned and strolled slowly around the back of the chair, Sandra
tried to turn in her seat to follow. Instead, Laura's hand came down
and gripped the back of the chair, keeping it where it was.

The feeling that something was very wrong here now crept into Sandra's
thoughts.

"There's only one way to settle this, Miss Bendon," Sandra said, her
voice having lost some of its edge. "Because there's no fucking way I'm
letting that nurse touch my son."

Sandra heard nothing for the next few seconds, save for the slow
staccato of Laura's steps. Her heart started to pound, and she did not
know why.

The steps halted, and there was only the sound of Sandra's quickened
breath.

"If you would allow me, Ms. Gardner," Laura spoke from directly behind
Sandra, a husky cadence to her voice. "I would like to have some time
to convince you of the merits of this program. Surely you will allow me
that before you call out the lawyers."

Sandra did not want to give the principal that chance. She had no
intention of changing her convictions. She would not let someone she
did not know perform any kind of examination on her son. There was
simply no changing her mind on that score.

Yet she was finding it difficult to summon up the resolve to tell Laura
this. Instead, she kept thinking that it was a perfectly reasonable
request. Already, part of her had realized that this was a warning
sign, that there was much more to Principal Bendon than she could see.
It was not enough to stop her from saying, "All right, go for it."

There was a long pause, and then Laura's heels clacked again. Each step
made Sandra's heart thump. She felt increasingly anxious, slowly
realizing that she should not be here, that this was a big mistake.

It was ten years ago all over again.

As Laura came into view again, Sandra's fingers curled tightly into the
hand rests.

"This medical program, Ms. Gardner, is precisely what the students
need," Laura began, casting an intense, unwavering gaze down at Sandra.
"It is precisely what this school needs. I daresay, it is what Haven
needs."

Those last words made Sandra's eyes widen. Panic rose inside her. Heart
racing, she bolted out the chair.

Laura laid a hand on her shoulder. Sandra uttered a short gasp, a
visible shudder passing through her body. She gave Laura a look that
was equal parts indignation and fear.

"Please," Laura said in a sultry voice. "Sit down, Ms. Gardner. I'm not
finished yet."

Sandra tried to move away from the chair. Her legs trembled with the
effort.

"Sit down, Ms. Gardner."

It was like trying to fight Richie during the summer. Already she felt
the darkness invading her mind, smothering her will and making it
difficult to form her own thoughts. It had tricked her. It was working
through the principal somehow. And she had fallen for it.

Laura gave Sandra a light nudge against her shoulder. With a desperate
sigh, Sandra fell heavily back into her seat.

Laura paused a moment, and walked around the side of the chair and
behind Sandra again. Both her hands alighted on Sandra's shoulders.
Sandra swallowed, her body trembling as heat flashed in her sex.

"You see, Ms. Gardner," Laura continued, her voice dropping. Her
fingers gently massaged Sandra's shoulders. "We're very /excited/ about
this program."

The heat rippled through Sandra's body. She shifted her legs, and
liquid warmth suffused her pussy. "I don't want ... I don't want anyone
examining ..."

"But think about it for a moment, Ms. Gardner." Laura lifted one of her
hands and gently stroked Sandra's cheek. "Just ... think about it ..."

"S-stop ... what are you ..."

Laura crouched behind Sandra's chair. She played with Sandra's hair and
whispered into her ear. "I told you we were excited by this. If you
think about it yourself ... really think about it ... you will be just
as excited as we are ..."

Sandra moaned. Her legs parted and she slumped in the chair in a vain
attempt to relieve the growing pressure in her cunt. Her nipples
hardened, the mere rise and fall of her bosom with her breath rubbing
them against the shirt and sending mad little waves of pleasure through
her body.

"P-please ... " Sandra croaked, her voice barely audible as she
desperately fought to hold on to her own thoughts. "Don't ... d-don't
do this ... j-just ..."

Sandra suddenly drew in her breath sharply as Laura's hands slid
downward and very gently massaged her nipples through her shirt.

"G-god, no ... uhhn ... please stop ... "

Sandra panted harder, her pussy rising and straining just short of
release.

"You see?" Laura purred. "All you need to do is to think about this
medical program, and you'll get so very, very excited. So much so,
Sandra, that just one little touch ..."

One of Laura's hands slipped from Sandra's breast and teased open the
button at the top of Sandra's zipper.

"... just one little, tiny touch ..."

She pulled down the zipper. A dark, glistening stain appeared in the
crotch of Sandra's soaked panties. Laura's fingertip hovered enticingly
over Sandra's slot. Sandra writhed and mewled her distress.

"... and you'll cum harder than you ever have in your life."

Sandra moaned loudly, closing her eyes tightly. Her body shook with the
effort to stop herself from submitting. Yet each second that passed,
more of the darkness invaded her mind, and the need for sexual release
grew to painful levels.

She uttered a piteous whimper . It was happening to her again. It was
how it got her to do what it wanted ten years ago.

"You see, Ms. Gardner? This program can be rewarding for everyone."

Laura's finger pressed firmly against Sandra's clit through the
panties.

Sandra jerked violently in the chair once. Her pussy throbbed so hard
that stars danced at the edges of her vision. Her head lolled back as
she surrendered completely to a moment of pure sexual ecstasy. Her
orgasm rippled through her whole body, her nipples throbbing in time to
it, sending relentless waves of all-consuming pleasure through her
body.

As she came, a little more of the darkness entered her mind. A whimper
issued from her parted lips as she realized that it did not matter. She
knew what it had done to her. It was just like before. And as with the
first time, she had been virtually powerless to stop it.

Laura withdrew her fingers and stood. She walked casually back to her
desk and sat down behind it. Sandra writhed in her seat as the last of
her orgasm played out. She was still panting when she lifted her head,
moaning softly.

"Now, Ms. Gardner," Laura said, returning to her businesslike voice, as
if nothing had ever happened. "Will you withdraw your objection to the
medical program?"

Sandra swallowed and took a deep breath. Even as badly as her pussy
ached from her powerful orgasm, the words made it tingle with renewed
lust. She gave Laura a stricken look, her eyes silently pleading for
the principal to reconsider.

"Well, Ms. Gardner?"

Sandra let her breath go as a resigned sigh that held a touch of
lingering sexual excitement to it. "Y-yes, Miss Bendon. I ... I don't
object anymore."

Laura's lips curled. "Make sure to tell your son. Make sure he knows
you're excited about it yourself."

Sandra whimpered. Heat flashed in her pussy again. "I will," she said
in a small voice.

"Very good." Laura stood and offered her hand.

Sandra rose shakily to her feet. She took a few moments to pull up her
zipper and redo the button, averting her eyes in shame. She took a few
quick, deep breaths to calm herself. Finally with a weak smile she
lifted her hand and returned a limp handshake.

"I am quite glad that this time, our ... confrontation ... was a little
more pleasant," Laura said with a grin.

Sandra just nodded. Without another word, she turned away from the
principal's desk. She staggered a bit, paused, then gathered her
strength and headed out of the office.

Sandra kept her eyes fixed forward, ignoring everything else around her
as she headed down the hallway towards the entrance. Even her son's
shout came only faintly to her, altering her step not one bit, her only
reaction a catch in her throat as she took her next breath.

Once outside, she dashed the remaining distance to her car, scrambling
inside and pulling the door shut with a bang.

She sat with her eyes glazed, her hands gripping the steering wheel
tightly until her fingers ached. She waited for the heat in her pussy
to abate. It retreated until there was a lingering, slow burn, just
enough to moisten her folds slightly.

Sandra closed her eyes and sobbed softly. She had let it happen to her
again. She had ignored her own warnings and let it happen again. For a
second time, another bit of herself had been lost, another bit of
herself had been slaved to Haven. The first time had destroyed her
marriage. Now the second time threatened to destroy what little
relationship she had with her son.

She wiped at her tears with her fingers and started the car to head
back home.



Richie stared as his mother disappeared down the corridor.

"Huh," he muttered as he slammed his locker shut. "She's inna hurry all
of a sudden."

"Was that someone you know, Richie?"

Richie flinched and whirled around in surprise. "Gah!"

Cassie smiled at him.

"Will you stop sneaking up on me like that?"

Her smile faded a touch. "Oh, um, sorry. I'll, um, try to make more
noise next time."

The words "Good, that'll let me run the other way next time" began to
cascade from his mind to his mouth, but he stopped them in time. /Fine,
I won't be a jerk,/ he though vehemently. "Yeah, that's good, Cassie.
Whatever. See ya."

He turned away and headed down the hall, intending to head over to
Jason's locker so they could go to the lunchroom together. There was a
flurry of crisp footsteps and Cassie appeared at his side again.

"So was she someone you know?" Cassie asked again.

Richie pretended to find something of interest off to the side so he
could roll his eyes. "Just my mother, Cassie."

Cassie's eyes widened and she paused to glance back the other way.
Richie got a few good long strides ahead of her and she had to jog
again briefly to catch up. "That was your Mom??"

"Yeah. Why you sound so surprised at that?"

"I saw her coming out the principal's office not a minute ago."

"Oh, that," Richie said with a smug grin. "Just taking care of a little
problem for me, that's all."

"Really? Hmm."

Richie furrowed his brow and stared at her. "So what was that 'hmm'
for?"

"Nothing. Er ... well ... she just looked kind of upset when she passed
me in the hall."

"Yer seein' things, Cassie, but I should've figured that with you."

"Well, it's just that when she passed by she ..." Cassie trailed off.
She cast a slightly annoyed look at Richie. "What do you mean, you
should have figured that with me?"

"Nothing, Cassie, nothing. It's cool." Exasperation was creeping into
Richie's voice, but he was determined not to hear any more crap from
anyone about him being a jerk to people.

Richie liked to pretend that he didn't care what people thought of him.
The reality was the opposite. He did care. Not that he necessarily
wanted everyone to like him. He had given up on that a long time ago.
But now he had three other people that at least pretended to like him.
He didn't want to mess that up.

And he wanted to keep Jason's friendship. Some of it was for admittedly
self-serving reasons. He didn't want to risk failing any classes that
year. He wanted to make sure that Jason would tutor him if he needed
it.

And now that meant keeping both Jason and Melinda happy, and Melinda
was the one giving him the more grief.

"It's just that she seemed a little more than upset," Cassie persisted.

"What, she was angry? Not surprising, considering ..."

Cassie was shaking her head quickly. "No, no. I mean there was
something else going on with her. I ... I could almost sense it.
Something really odd."

Richie sighed through his nose. /Freakazoid time,/ he thought ruefully
to himself.

Cassie glanced at him with dismay, as if knowing what he was thinking.
She wished she could express her feelings better. She knew there was
something inherently ... well, wrong about Ms. Gardner, but she
couldn't put it into words that would make any sense.

"Look, never mind about her, 'kay?" Richie finally said. "Whatever it
is, it's nothing that can't be solved with either a bourbon or a few
Marlboros." /Or some random guy's cock,/ he thought ruefully to
himself.

Cassie looked taken aback by this. She neither drank nor smoked,
either.

"Well, see ya." Richie turned away again. Cassie ran up to him again.
Richie stopped and rounded on her. "/What now?/"

Cassie paused, momentarily flustered. "Um ... listen, uh, do you maybe
want to have lunch with me? Maybe ..."

"I'm meeting with Jason and his new sidekick, the Boy Nerd Wonder.
Sorry."

Richie again turned and began walking quickly. Ahead of him, Jason and
Frank stood at a locker. They turned and Jason was just raising his
hand in greeting as Cassie cut in front of Richie and stopped him.

"For cryin' out loud, Cassie, I said ..."

"I just want to ask you something, Richie," Cassie said loudly. She
paused and glanced around sheepishly when a few students looked in
their direction. She lowered her voice. "I just want to ... to clear
the air about something."

Richie gave her a funny look. "Huh?"

Cassie took a deep breath and blurted it all out at once. "Would you go
out with me, Richie?"

Richie was so surprised by the question that he did not respond
immediately, and Cassie felt her heart pound. Her lips began to curl
into an anticipatory smile.

In a few more seconds, Richie recovered, and said swiftly, "No freakin'
way."

Cassie's smile died. "Wh-what?"

"What gave you the idea I wanted to go out with you?"

"I-I ... it ... it doesn't have to be, like, today, or tomorrow. I just
meant ..."

"No, Cassie. I'm not interested. At all. Sorry."

Richie tried to step around her. Cassie blocked him.

"I don't understand," Cassie said in a forlorn voice, her eyes wide and
shimmering.

"What's there to understand? I don't want to date you."

"Won't you even consider just ..."

"Cassie, I said no!" Richie snapped angrily. "Just leave me alone."

"Wait a minute!" Her voice quavered. Her eyes were wet and she had to
blink a few times to clear them, a single tear splashing onto her
cheek. She swiped at it in annoyance. "Why were you so nice to me last
semester then?"

Richie rolled his eyes and slapped his forehead. "Great."

"You didn't have to do that you know! You didn't have to help me
collect all those notes that ... that the older kids threw all over the
school!"

Richie sighed. "Yeah, okay, fine, I felt sorry for you and wanted to
help. It didn't mean ..."

"F-felt ... felt /sorry/ for me??"

"Well ... yeah. I mean, you were cryin' and all, and I didn't wanna see
that. So I helped out."

Cassie had to take a deep breath to stop herself from bursting into
tears right then and there. When she thought she had herself calmed
enough to speak without sobbing, she said, "You ... you can't tell me
that's all it was. I mean ... you looked for those other notes! You
said you searched everywhere for them for a week!"

Richie stared at her in confusion for a few moments. "Other notes? What
other ... oh ... that." His voice trailed off to a near whisper.

Cassie swallowed and sniffled once. When Richie looked away for a
moment, she quickly swiped at both eyes with her hands.

"Well, about that, uh ... look, I was kinda desperate, you know? I had
that paper due and I didn't have any idea how to ..."

Cassie drew in her breath in a single, dramatic gasp as she stepped
back from him. "You ... y-you ... you copied my notes?! That was the
only reason you helped me, just to ..."

"No! I didn't help you just to do that. I just sorta took advantage of
it when I found them. C'mon, Cassie, you pull freakin' A's and B's, I
was trying to pass the fucking course. I ... aw, shit ..."

Tears had started flowing down Cassie's face.

"Look, uh, Cassie, I'm sorry. All right, you want to have lunch, fine.
We ..."

"/I don't want your pity!/" Cassie screamed.

Now the din of conversation from the other students fell to awkward
silence.

Cassie's eyes darted to either side, her vision blurred by tears. Her
face turned beet-red. She took off down the hallway, roughly shoving
Richie out of the way and disappearing down a side corridor.

"Fuck," Richie said.

"You didn't really do that, did you?"

Richie turned towards Jason's voice. "C'mon, man, you heard me. I was
failin' that course. You already helped me with the math. I just needed
to do that paper to pass and not hafta do summer school."

Jason just stared at him.

"I didn't intend to, okay?!" Richie shouted. "I'm not lyin'! I just saw
the notes and grabbed them!"

Jason sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, whatever, Richie." He turned
towards Frank. "Come on, let's get some lunch."

Frank just nodded. He risked a glance towards Richie and got a furious
glare in return. Frank was sure that if he said a single word now,
whatever it was, he would be minus a few teeth a few seconds later.

"What? What, Jason?" Richie called after them. "I don't measure up to
your fucking standards or something? Huh? Fine! Fuck you, Jason! /Fuck
you!/"

They turned down another corridor without a backward glance in his
direction. He landed a vicious kick on one of the lockers before
turning away.



"I took care of it, Nyssa," Laura said in a husky voice. "I handled
Sandra Gardner. It ... it was so /easy/ ... I couldn't believe how ..."

"Yes, it was easy." Nyssa strolled up to her slave and lay a hand
lightly on Laura's hip. Laura trembled at the touch, her pussy growing
steamy and hot. "But Sandra had been ... primed ... by another power.
Do not assume Marcie will be that easy."

"I won't, Mistress," Laura said softly. Nyssa's hand slid up her side.
She closed her eyes and moaned, shaking with mounting pleasure.

"You've been good for me, slave," Nyssa cooed. Her fingers played over
one of the swells of Laura's bosom, teasing the raised bump of her
nipple through the blouse. Laura panted hard, her feet sliding apart as
her cunt strained. "I'm very pleased."

"Uhhhn ... th-thank you, Mistress."

"Do you wish a reward?"

"Yes ... yes, please ..."

Nyssa giggled softly. She placed a single finger against Laura's body,
just under the breasts, and slid it slowly downward. "What is it you
live for, Laura? Tell me again."

"The ... the p-pleasure ... I live for the pleasure ... n-nothing else
... nothing ..."

Nyssa's finger hooked onto Laura's skirt and panties and tugged them
downward. Laura panted hard, staggering and grabbing the examination
table for support. She moaned deeply as she felt Nyssa's finger touch
her clit. Barely seconds later, Laura shuddered violently, her pussy
exploding into an exquisitely intense orgasm.

Nyssa stepped forward and snuggled against Laura as she came. "A good
day for both of us," Nyssa purred into Laura's ear. "For now I know who
my first patient will be. Who my first patient /must/ be."

Laura uttered a soft but shrill cry as she clutched at Nyssa, pleasure
overwhelming her and filling her with blind obedience to her Mistress.
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