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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: 10 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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"Yeah, Barb, I did the English essay. You did the history assignment?
Kewl. I'll trade up with you in the courtyard around eightish."

Frank glanced up from the remainder of his breakfast with a speculative
look that held a hint of contempt to it as Mindy flitted about the
kitchen gathering the components of her lunch. Or such that it was,
considering the (yet another) fad diet she was on lately.

"What's that?" Mindy said into her cell, pausing with the refrigerator
door open. "Hmm. Dunno about bio. Chem, maybe? Then you do, ummmm,
anthro. Yeah, that'll work!" She closed the fridge door. "Okay, Barb,
gotta go. Bye!"

Mindy hung up her cell and turned. She found Frank still staring at
her. "What?"

"What the hell was that all about?"

Mindy rolled her eyes. "What do you /think?/"

"At least I /can/ think."

"You are /such/ a toad."

"And you're a bimbo. We're even."

"I am not a bimbo!" Mindy shouted indignantly, putting a hand on one
hip. She smirked. "You think a bimbo can come up with an idea to cut in
half the amount of homework Barb and I have to do?"

"So is that it? Each of you does half the work and copies it for the
other?"

Mindy grinned. "See, you're not as dumb as you look."

"You're pathetic, Mindy."

"You're just jealous because you didn't think of it first." She whirled
around, hair flying out behind her. She grabbed her lunch and sauntered
out the door.

Frank finished off the last of his cereal and then waited. After a few
moments, he heard the front door open and then close, and then silence
in its wake.

He grinned smugly to himself as he rose from the table. He cleaned the
table and ventured into the living room. His mother had already left
for work earlier and his Dad was still out of town on a business trip.
He had the house to himself for another ten minutes before he had to
head down to the bus stop.

Frank quickly returned to his room, not bothering to close the door
behind him. He grinned as he glanced at the lights flashing on the
wireless bridge. Jason had been right. It had been easy to find an
unprotected network. In fact, he had found three of them. Now he could
surf the web whenever he wanted. However, he was not interested in that
right at the moment.

The day before, Frank had returned home after Mindy had sent her
boyfriend on his way, and his stepmother had come home soon after that.
Where Jenny Darrens insisted that her stepson keep his bedroom door
open at all times, this had left Frank no time to look over the video
he had recorded of Mindy's latest sexual escapades. This was his only
chance to enjoy it.

Yet when he clicked on the video file, it came up utterly blank and
silent.

Frowning, he checked to see if the player was actually running. It was.
It was simply displaying what had been recorded, which was nothing. He
sighed and leaned back in his seat. He knew what was wrong. The webcam
had shifted position. Some time ago, the wire into the webcam had
separated inside the rubber sleeve. As long as the copper strands
inside touched, he got a good signal. If the wire was bent just right,
it broke contact. He was saving his money to buy a new one, but had to
make this old one work in the meantime.

Frank glanced at the time. He decided to see if he could fix it.

He got up and quickly headed into Mindy's bedroom. He went right to
where the webcam ought to be, but when he looked, it was nowhere to be
found.

Frank took a deep breath to avoid panicking. It probably just fell
behind something. His calm was short-lived, however, when he continued
to look and continued not to find it.

He heard a noise. His heart leapt into his throat even before he turned
around as the horrifying thought came into his head: /I didn't hear her
car leave!/

Frank stared, a stricken look on his face as he saw Mindy standing at
the bedroom door. With a smirk she lifted the webcam in her hand and
swung it back and forth from its wire. "Looking for this, Frankie?"

Before Frank could utter a word, Mindy tossed the webcam at him. He
fumbled it a few times in his hands before snagging it. Frank finally
looked up, incredulous. "How ... h-how did you ...?"

Mindy folded her arms and leaned against the door frame, looking
insufferably smug. "You seem to assume, dear stepbrother, that your
loving stepsister is nothing but an empty airhead. The fact is, I know
a little more about computers than you think. I've known about your
little setup for two weeks now."

"What? That's ... you're lying!" Frank cried desperately. "No freakin'
way you could know!"

Mindy rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "Oh, Frankie, Frankie,
Frankie ..."

"/Stop calling me that!/"

Mindy laughed. "After finding out what was on your little hard drive,
I'll call you anything I want. How about pervert for one?"

"You ... my hard drive ..."

"Well, Frankie, once I found the webcam, it didn't take a genius to
figure out what you were doing with it."

"And ... you let me take those pics? And the movie ..."

Mindy's smile widened. "Try looking at any of them today? Or last
night?"

Frank felt his heart drop into his stomach. "Oh no, you /didn't!/"

He had broken into a dead run halfway through his statement, pushing
past Mindy and diving for his chair in his room. Panting in fear, he
brought up the "MindyCam" folder. He blinked.

"Wait ... it's all still here. What ..."

Frank looked up and his next words died in his throat. Mindy was
strolling into the room, swinging her hips provocatively and giving him
a sultry smile. Frank's eyes widened and he swallowed, leaning back
into his chair as if trying to disappear into it.

"Try looking at one," Mindy said in a husky voice that made Frank
shudder. She leaned over, letting her bosom dangle under her, affording
Frank a view directly into the cleft between her breasts. Her next
words were delivered in a sexy whisper. "I insist."

Frank took a few moments to tear his gaze from his stepsister and tried
clicking on one of the image files. He received an error dialog telling
him it could not determine the image format. "Huh??" He tried another,
and then another. Each one did the same thing.

"What ... what did you do to my computer?!" Frank cried, his voice
cracking. He was near tears. "If you corrupted the hard drive ...!"

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of that," Mindy said with a sly smile. "I let my
boyfriend loose on it yesterday while you were at your friend's house.
They're perfectly fine. Just encrypted."

Frank was incredulous. "Your boyfriend? That slab of beef knows
computers?"

Mindy rolled her eyes. "Frank, get over yourself. You think only the
dweebs like you know computers. You think you can call yourself a geek
and that makes you important because of that. Got news for you. Lots of
other people are geeks, too. They're just not dweebs at the same time.
Sorry, Frankie. Being a computer geek is no longer an excuse for being
a dork."

Frank seethed. He trembled, unable to decide whether to scream or cry.
"All right, fine!" he finally said in a shaky voice. "So you found out
about it! Why didn't you just delete the damn files instead of this?!"

Mindy gave him a lascivious smile. To Frank's astonishment, she turned
his chair around and leaned on the hand-rests. She bent over and
smiled, licking her lips and shifting her torso from side to side,
making her breasts jiggle under her in her blouse. "Oooo, but Frankie,
maybe I don't mind you looking at nudie pics of me," Mindy cooed.

Frank's eyes became saucers. "Huh? ... You don't?"

Mindy's smile widened. "Oh, no, of course not. I just love being your
only action."

"My only ...?"

"Frankie, no girl is going to look twice at a total dork like you. So
who am I to say you can't wank off to pics of me?"

Frank's cheeks became pink. He gave Mindy a look that was part fury and
part utter mortification. Yet at the same time, he felt himself getting
hard, which only deepened his blush to bright scarlet.

Mindy giggled at this. "Ooo, getting a woody right now, are you?"

"Shut up," Frank growled through clenched teeth. "Just /shut up./"

"I'm not the one that decided to take nudie pics of your stepsister,
you perverted little midget."

Frank fell silent.

Mindy straightened up. "So here's the deal, toad. I can do one of two
things. I can tell all your friends about this ..."

"What??"

"I have a few friends with little brothers or sisters at Haven High. I
tell them about this, and your life will be miserable over there. Think
you have trouble getting it on with girls now? Wait til they hear about
this."

Frank had to blink back tears. In his mind, that was beyond mean. He
knew he had trouble socializing with girls, but if Mindy did this, it
would destroy what little chance he had. The more he thought about
Jason having a girlfriend, the more he wanted one for himself.

"Come on, Mindy," Frank said in a small, choked voice. "Don't do this.
Please."

"Don't want me to do it? Then listen, and listen hard. I need someone
to do my math homework for me. Neither Barb nor I are any good at it
..."

Frank gaped at her. "You want me to do math homework for you? For a
college level course? Are you nuts?!"

"Frankie, you're in advanced placement. I'm on normal track. You're
already doing college-level work. It's no big deal for a brainiac like
you. In fact, it's so freakin' easy that I want something else from
you. I want your wireless bridge."

"No fucking way."

"Yes fucking way. So many of my friends want to IM chat, and Mom won't
let me use the dial-up connection after she's home."

"But at least let me get a router so ..."

"No. No router. You see, Frankie dearest, part of the deal is, I give
you the key to decrypt the files, but I don't want you getting it in
your nerdy little head to post them on the internet. You want the
internet, you get it through me, and with me watching."

"I ... I don't believe this!" Frank cried, his voice cracking badly.

Mindy laughed. "Believe it, midget. Now, will you do what I want or
..." She took out her cell phone and flipped it open.

Frank heaved a sigh. It came out as a single sob. "I'll do what you
want."

Mindy grinned and snapped her cellphone shut. "See, that wasn't so
hard, was it? Well, see ya later. Have a nice day at school."

She laughed one last time and waggled her fingers at him before
leaving.



Richie dashed off an answer to the last question from the textbook just
as the bell rang.

He smirked to himself and slammed the book shut, then flipped his
notebook closed. He was forever grateful for having old Senile Sam,
otherwise know as Mr. Sam Bennet, as his math teacher. He was an old
codger that spent the class droning on and on and writing formulas on
the board. He barely even noticed what the students were doing. Having
this right before history let him complete all his homework assignments
for that class in final ten minutes of this one.

In this case, "complete" was relative. He answered all the
end-of-chapter questions as he was told, but whether the answers were
correct or even matched the questions was another story. Some were
answered nonsensically with such phrases as "because they said so," or
"the voices in their head told them to," or "just because." It didn't
matter. If Miss Davis called on him to give his answer, he'll just
claim that he had trouble with that one. So long as it looked like he
had something written in front of him, it would pass muster when she
glanced over to his desk.

Richie grabbed the door frame and let his arm pivot him around down the
hallway like being launched from a slingshot.

What was ironic was that he had had a chance to give his history
homework more attention on the school bus. It was not like he had had
anything else do to. Melinda had made it a point to sit with Jason and
monopolize his attention, much of which consisted of cuddling and
kissing. Heather seemed bothered by this and was in no mood to talk.
That left Richie with only Frank to talk to, and even he had squirreled
himself away in the back, looking sullen and resentful.

He snorted to himself. They need not have bothered to come up a name
for themselves after all. And what was it again? The Hairbringers? The
Hardbinders? He was sorry he had brought that up in the first place.

Richie acted as he did every morning. He ignored Miss Davis until he
plopped into his seat, and then bade her a single, disinterested glance
before dutifully taking out his textbook and notebook, opening both to
the proper places. This was the last class in which he wanted to get
into trouble. He could not stand the thought of being disciplined by
the likes of her.

And then as the class started, he did the same thing he had done the
other days that week. He started to tune out the class.

This was not to say that he did not keep his attention riveted on Miss
Davis. To him, she was still a very fuckable blonde. He hardly thought
of her as a teacher. While Richie could not normally be called a
sexist, he had trouble looking at this particular woman and imagining
her as anything other than a hot girlfriend, great in bed but low on
brains. She was the kind of girl that you had sex with, not held an
intellectual conversation about the causes of the War of 1812.

To his credit, he fully realized that some of this was his anger and
resentment towards what he perceived to be false pretense on her part.
Knowing the cause, however, did nothing to lessen the strength of his
convictions.

Plus it worked to his advantage. He appeared attentive to the lesson,
so he was never questioned. Miss Davis tended to call on those that
were obviously woolgathering.

As with all classes, it began with a review of the homework assignment.
And as always, she first looked over to Richie, her eyes dropping to
his desk.

But unlike always, this morning she followed this by sliding out of her
seat and slowly walking the aisles between the seats as she went over
the assignment. This finally broke Richie out of his complacency -- and
his rather risque daydreams about her.

Richie watched her -- really watched her -- as she headed down the
first aisle. It was very clear to him after only a few seconds that she
was peering down and looking at each assignment in more detail as she
spoke.

/Aw, fuck,/ Richie lamented in his head.

Richie struggled to switch modes in his head. Now he had to be
attentive for real. He considered trying to clandestinely redo the
assignment before she got to him, but from the number of times she
shifted her gaze in his direction, this would prove impossible to do.

Finally, Miss Davis paused in her lecture about how another student's
answer had been almost right and looked down at Richie's notebook.
There was a long pause.

"Mr. Gardner," said the teacher in a low voice.

"Yes, Miss Davis?" said Richie in a dutifully polite tone.

"How long did you spend on this assignment?"

There was no point in lying, he realized. "About ten minutes."

"I see."

Another pause.

"Come see me after class, Mr. Gardner."

Richie sighed. "Yes, Miss Davis," he muttered darkly.



"Miss Kendall? Miss Kendall!"

Cassie lurched in her seat and blinked rapidly for a few moments. She
looked innocently at her teacher. "Huh?"

A long sigh was uttered from one Mr. Miller, Cassie's English
literature teacher. Several students snickered.

Cassie blushed. She glanced at the clock in puzzlement. She usually had
five more minutes before he started the class in earnest, before she
had to stop writing in her journal. It lay open before her on the desk,
pen still poised halfway through the word she had been writing.

Whenever she wrote in her journal, it was as if she slipped into
another world. She had trouble discerning anything else around her.
Usually she could time things well to bring herself out of it just as
the lesson started.

"Please put that infernal notebook away," Mr. Miller said tersely. "And
report to the nurse's station."

"The nurse's ... I don't understand."

More snickering from the other students. Mr. Miller sighed again and
held up a note with a dramatic flourish. "Delivered to me not five
minutes ago. You appear to be the first on Principal Bendon's hit
parade."

Cassie blinked in incomprehension.

"The medical program, Miss Kendall?" Mr. Miller said, an impatient edge
in his voice.

"Oh! Yes. I'm sorry. Should I go now?"

Mr. Miller forced himself to take a deep breath. "That would be
advisable, Miss Kendall, yes."

Cassie nodded and put her journal away. She rose from her seat and
proceeded out of the classroom.

Cassie had given very little thought to the medical program. She did
not think very much of it even as she walked the long corridor into the
west wing of the school. All she knew was that it was something the
school required of her, so she would do it. Her thoughts had already
drifted back to her journal.

She sighed. She hated being interrupted in the middle of an entry. It
was like having an incomplete thought. She ached to have the rest of
it. She could not stand the idea of a partially formed thought in her
journal any more than one in her head.

Perhaps this examination would not take very long. After all, as far as
she knew, she was fairly healthy.

In fact, she was barely aware of her passage through the corridor,
operating largely on autopilot, her mind already indulging in the next
thoughts and dreams she would share with her journal. It was only upon
opening the door to the nurse's station that her consciousness was
snapped back to reality with a sudden jolt.

"Cassie?" said Nyssa, smiling pleasantly. "I've been expecting you."

Cassie blinked once and felt a tiny shiver pass through her body. She
managed a weak smile. "Oh, um, you have?"

Nyssa gave Cassie an amused grin and strolled over to her. "This was
your scheduled appointment, was it not?"

"Um ... well ... that's what Mr. Miller said."

Cassie stared at the woman. There was something oddly familiar about
her.

"Miss Neris?"

"Yes?"

"Have ... have I seen you in my dreams?"

Nyssa smiled and raised her hand to Cassie's cheek. Cassie felt her
skin flush hot as Nyssa's fingers lay feather-light on the side of her
face. "Well, now, Cassie," Nyssa said in a lower voice. "That is
something you would have to tell me, isn't it?"

Cassie blushed pink and giggled softly. She looked up at Nyssa, her
eyes drawn into Nyssa's gaze. She drew in her breath sharply and let it
go as another shiver passed through her.

"Your eyes ..." Cassie said huskily.

Nyssa's hand stroked Cassie's cheek. Cassie shuddered as a wave of
pleasure washed over her body. "Yes, what about them, Cassie?" Nyssa
purred.

"They're so strange ... like ... like something I've seen in a dream
..."

"Then perhaps, my dear little one, you have indeed seen me before."

Cassie nodded, her eyes wide. Nyssa raised her hand and slid her
fingers through Cassie's hair. Cassie smiled, feeling pleasant and
warm. At the same time, she felt the chilling cold of Nyssa's gaze as
it slowly slid further into her mind. Yet the realization was lost to
the growing sense of euphoria coming over her.

Nyssa took Cassie's hand and silently bid the girl to follow her into
the next room. When eye contact was broken, Cassie blinked a few times
and swallowed, her mind reeling for a moment. She felt Nyssa's fingers
squeeze about hers, and the sensation was both soothing and exciting at
the same time. Despite the lack of eye contact, part of her had already
been ensnared, and she offered no resistance.

Cassie felt a bit as if she were in one of her dreams. So convincing to
the senses, yet with the remaining sliver of non-reality that anchored
her to the real world. By the time she was inside the examination room,
warmth had turned to heat, and her breath and heart had quickened.

Nyssa turned around and took both of Cassie's hands in hers. Cassie
looked up into the eyes of crystal blue again, drawing a deeper breath.
She felt her muscles relax of their own accord, even as excitement grew
in her nether regions.

"You're such a sweet girl, Cassie," Nyssa said in a tender yet sultry
voice.

Cassie slowly smiled. "I am?"

"Oh, yes. That's why I wanted you first."

"I don't understand."

"You will. Very soon." Nyssa brought one of Cassie's hands to her lips
and kissed it gently.

Cassie's eyelids fell until her eyes were half-closed. Her lips parted
and she drew in a single, long breath, letting it go as a husky sigh.
Her body trembled with pleasure as her nipples hardened and tingled.
Her blouse suddenly felt too confining, her skin feeling flushed and
warm.

"Now ..." Nyssa let go of Cassie's hands and stepped back. "I need to
examine you, Cassie. It needs to be very, very thorough."

"Why is that?" Cassie asked in a dreamy voice.

"I will explain. But first ... I need you to start removing your
clothes."

Panting lightly, Cassie raised her trembling hands to her blouse and
began to unbutton it.

Nyssa watched Cassie intently for a few moments, her lips parted, her
ruby lips glistening as she ran her tongue over them slowly. She waited
until the blouse had come off, revealing two petite swellings inside a
lacy white bra. Cassie's stiffening nipples caused two bumps on the
cups.

"Everyone your age thinks she's completely healthy ..." Nyssa began in
a breathy voice.

Cassie let the blouse flutter to the floor behind her. She reached down
and slid her skirt down her legs. They trembled visibly as she stepped
out of the crumpled fabric circling her feet. She stood quivering
before Nyssa.

"Your underwear, Cassie."

Cassie swallowed. By now, some part of her mind realized that something
was very wrong. But her eyes remained locked in Nyssa's icy gaze. She
felt herself falling into it, everything around her growing less and
less distinct. Despite the growing cold in her mind, the heat in her
body rose by an equal amount. A dark stain appeared on the crotch of
her panties.

Nyssa took a step towards her. "I wish you naked, Cassie," Nyssa
breathed.

Cassie shuddered. She slipped her bra straps from her shoulders and
shrugged out of the cups. Her two orbs bounced lightly on her chest,
the nipples erect and tingling madly. There was a soft sound as the bra
fell to the floor, followed by Cassie's labored breathing.

"As I said, you believe yourself healthy. But there is always something
... something buried deeply ... something that needs to be examined ...
something that needs to be /released/ ..."

Cassie's heart thumped in mounting excitement. She pushed her panties
off her hips and let them fall down her legs. She stepped out of them
and stood nude before Nyssa, her body trembling even more than before.

Nyssa touched Cassie's arm. Cassie gasped and moaned in pleasure just
at the light brush of Nyssa's fingers against her skin, her pussy
rising.

Nyssa led Cassie to the examination table and helped her up, her gaze
never leaving Nyssa's. Cassie parted her legs, her pussy dripping wet.
Nyssa smiled and slid a hand along the inside of Cassie's thigh. Cassie
moaned, then whimpered as she felt herself pulled into the endless icy
pits of Nyssa's eyes.

Nyssa drew herself close, lips hovering barely an inch over Cassie's,
her fingers sliding ever closer to Cassie's folds.

"Relax, Cassie ..." Nyssa cooed. "Let go ... don't hold yourself back
... let go ... you'll be safe ..."

Cassie panted harder as she fell to the arctic expanse.

Nyssa's fingers squished into Cassie's cunt. Her lips brushed Cassie's
in a tender kiss. Cassie's pussy strained in mounting pleasure, her
will melting away the closer she grew to climax. Yet before she could
reach sweet, terrible release, she fell completely into the void.

Nyssa drew back. Cassie uttered a single, slow sigh from deep within
her trance, her eyes glassy and blank.

"Now, Cassie," Nyssa said softly, pushing against Cassie's shoulders
until she settled gently on her back on the examination table. "This
won't hurt a bit."



"You wanted to see me, Miss Davis?"

"Yes, Mr. Gardner. I want you to be honest with me, please. Do you
think you can do that?"

The question was delivered almost as a plea. Richie paused, then
shrugged. "Guess that depends on what you ask."

Miss Davis sighed. She realized she should have expected an answer like
that. "Today I discovered you had not done your homework assignment
..."

"But I did do it, Miss Davis. You saw it for yourself."

"Please do not interrupt me."

Richie's mouth drew into a thin line, one of his hands tightening
around the strap of his backpack.

"Mr. Gardner, what I saw was not a completed assignment. It was more an
attempt to make me think you had completed it. Now, I ask you, what
about the other assignments during the first part of the week?"

"What about them, Miss Davis?"

"Please, don't try to spar with me, okay? You know perfectly well what
I'm talking about."

"Could you be more specific, Miss Davis?"

"Your previous homework assignments," Miss Davis said, her voice
rising.

"Oh, those. Yeah, I did them."

"In the same way you 'did' today's assignment?"

Richie said nothing.

"I'd like an answer, Mr. Gardner."

It was no use. Richie could not summon up the proper attitude. He knew
he should be showing her the proper respect due her as his teacher.
Even with other teachers that he didn't like, he at least did not act
this obstinate. Once he was called on the carpet for something, he
accepted it and went with the flow, even if that included detention. He
simply could not do this for Miss Linda "fuckable" Davis.

"Yeah, I did them the same way," Richie finally said with a roll of his
eyes.

Miss Davis leaned back in her seat, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"Why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Why are you doing this? You're not doing it in your other classes."

"You checked with my other teachers, Miss Davis?"

"Yes, I did. Why does that surprise you?"

Richie was genuinely surprised that the other teachers would talk to
her as a peer. He just gave her a sullen shrug of his shoulders.

"I also looked at your record here," said Miss Davis. "You're not a
star student by any means, but you're not stupid, either. You at least
did the work most of the time. In your other classes this year, you're
doing the work. Yet only in mine do you seem not to bother. Why is
that?"

Richie shrugged again. "I dunno."

"Yes, you know. You just won't admit it."

There was silence for a long moment. "Can I go now, Miss Davis?" Richie
finally asked.

Miss Davis stared at him. "Do you even care, Richie?"

Richie flinched. His eyes narrowed.

"You obviously have some unresolved issues concerning ..."

"I don't have anything unresolved, Linda."

She paused. "Please refer to me as 'Miss Davis'."

"Oh, sorry. You threw me when you called me by my first name a moment
ago," Richie said. "Guess you gave me the wrong impression, huh?"

Miss Davis leaned back in her chair. "You see? This is what I mean. You
do indeed harbor some lingering resentment over what happened over the
summer, and it's affecting your schoolwork."

"Dunno what you're talking about, Miss Davis."

Miss Davis stared at him. Richie gazed levelly and impassively back.

"I cannot keep wasting my time trying to get through to you," she said.
"All right, Mr. Gardner, we'll just play it by the book. Report for
detention after your last class today."

Richie nodded. "'kay."

"Do you even care how long it will be for?"

"I can guess. Until my work in your class improves, right?"

"Yes, that's exactly right. Perhaps now you yourself know how long it
will last."

Richie paused, then shook his head. "Still dunno, Miss Davis."

Miss Davis took a deep breath and let it go. Her concern had since
evaporated, and in its place were anger and frustration. There was a
point where concern and reaching out ended and discipline began. She
felt that Richie had just crossed that line.

"Now may I go, Miss Davis?" Richie asked a bit impatiently.

"Yes, you may go," Miss Davis snapped. "But be aware that at some point
I will begin deducting points from ..."

She trailed off, for Richie had turned and started to walk out the
moment the word "yes" was out of her mouth. Now he had disappeared out
into the hallway.

Miss Davis raised a hand to her face, covering her eyes briefly and
sliding it down to her mouth. She shook her head, unsure of who to be
angry with, Richie for acting like this, or herself for having made the
mistake of showing the least interest in him in the first place.



"Cassie?"

Cassie blinked rapidly a few times. "Huh? What? ... Oh ..."

"I'm done, Cassie."

"You're done?" Cassie asked absently.

She was standing to the side of the examination table in Nyssa's
office. She glanced down at herself, puzzled. For some odd reason, she
expected to see herself nude. Instead, she was still dressed in the
same clothes in which she had come to school.

"With the examination, sweetie," Nyssa said with a smile. She cupped
her hand gently under Cassie's chin.

Nyssa's touch was nice. It made Cassie feel safe and secure. It helped
her ignore the odd twinge in her right arm and a lingering ache in her
pussy.

"I don't even remember it," Cassie said.

Nyssa chuckled. She stroked the girl's cheek once before withdrawing
her hand. Cassie smiled at the touch. "Trust me when I tell you that
you were a most excellent patient."

"Thank you." A pause. "So ... am I healthy? Am I okay?"

Nyssa's smile turned sultry. "Oh, Cassie ... you're so much more than
okay."

"I am?"

"Oh, yes. Now you can be so much more than you were."

Cassie puzzled at this, but just for a moment. It was as if something
had clicked in her mind, like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle falling
into place and completing the picture.

"Do you see what I mean, Cassie?"

New thoughts flickered through Cassie's mind. There were like
remembered dreams. Perhaps they were. Yes, that was the answer. Her
dreams were talking to her, as they always did. Only this time, she
understood them far better than she ever had before.

"Do you understand? Do you see what you need to do?"

Very slowly, Cassie's lips curled into a smile. It was all clear to her
now.

"You can have what you want. What you most deeply desire." Nyssa
touched Cassie's shoulder. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I've
made that possible for you now. I've /freed/ you, Cassie. And ... I've
given you the power to exercise that freedom."

Cassie drew in her breath deeply. She felt ripples of both gentle
pleasure and strange energy flow through her body. New ideas
crystallized in her mind, thoughts that had come to her in her dreams
but that she never truly understood. Now she did.

"Yes," Cassie said, her voice soft and sultry, like Nyssa's. "Yes, I
feel it. I can do it. I can get what I want."

Nyssa ran her fingers through Cassie's hair. "And no one can stop you.
And you know why?"

Cassie looked up at Nyssa. The eyes were no less icy, but now Cassie
embraced it. The ice was good. It kept her pesky demons at bay, the
ones that stopped her from expressing her true desires. They lay frozen
away in a little corner of her mind, powerless to interfere or to
influence her actions.

"Because no one knows, Cassie," Nyssa said with a conspiratorial smile.
"It's our little secret. Only you and I will know."

"He'll know," Cassie said.

Nyssa grinned wickedly and cooed, "Oh, yes, he'll know ... but by the
time he does ... you'll have what you want ... you'll have /him/ ...
and it won't matter anymore."

Cassie nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Miss Neris."

Nyssa gave Cassie a knowing smile and ran a finger slowly down her arm.
"Miss Neris?" Nyssa asked with a gleam in her eye.

The simple, sensual touch made Cassie shiver in soft pleasure. "I mean
... thank you, Mistress," she breathed.

"Much better ... now ... you should go to your next class. And remember
..."

Nyssa placed a finger on her lips. Cassie did the same, giggling. Nyssa
smiled and patted Cassie on the backside as the girl trotted away. She
straightened and waited until Cassie had exited the reception area,
leaving her alone.

Nyssa smiled wickedly as she awaited her next patient.
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