Message-ID: <54571asstr$1159002603@assm.asstr.org>
From: A Strange Geek <astraYOURngegMINEeek@comcast.net>
User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686; en-US; rv:1.6) Gecko/20040113
Subject: {ASSM} Now This Won't Hurt A Bit 12/38 (mf ff mF Ff FF msolo fsolo Fsolo oral toys mc nc inc teen magic)
Lines: 931
Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 05:10:03 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d




<1st attachment, "Chapter12.txt" begin>

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

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

Feedback welcome! Please email me at astraYOURngegeek@comMINDcast.net
( lose YOUR MIND to email me )

Or to send anonymous feedback, use the form at bottom of HTML version:

/~A_Strange_Geek/novels/NowThis/Chapter12.html



---------------

The Harbingers had no answers.

Or at least this could be said for the three out of the four that had
gathered in the Sovert living room, as they could not yet contact
Richie.

"I knew we shouldn't have talked about any of this on the bus," Melinda
said sullenly.

"I'll talk to Frank later," Jason said. "I think he was already pissed
off about something."

"Yeah, but now everyone will be talking about it. If he heard it,
someone else did too!"

"So?" Heather asked.

"You want everyone thinking we know something weird's going on?"

Jason looked perplexed. "I don't get your logic there."

Melinda rolled her eyes. "Look, someone at the school did something to
Cassie. What if they find out that we know?"

"We don't even know what happened to her."

"Yes, we do. We just don't know who did it."

"It's got to be the principal that did it, right?" asked Heather. "I
mean, who else is there?"

"The school nurse," Melinda piped, shivering briefly.

Jason shook his head. "How many times do I have to tell you that she's
perfectly fine?"

"If I see the aura on her when I have to go see her, I'm running. I
don't care if they expel me."

"Really, Melinda, the only one that could have gotten to Cassie would
be Principal Bendon," Jason explained patiently.

Melinda sighed, then suddenly gasped. "Wait! Is Richie okay? He had
detention with her!"

Jason shook his head. "No, he doesn't. He has detention with Mr.
Seeger."

"Oh. But Cassie stayed after school ..."

Heather snorted. "You think Cassie will want to be within a hundred
feet of him after what he pulled on her? The little shit."

"Come on, Heather ..." Jason began.

"No way, Jason. He's not getting any sympathy from me on that. I heard
the whole story."

"Look, I was upset with him, too, but I got over it."

"Oh, yeah? Why?"

"Because there are more important things to worry about right now."

Heather fell silent. Her lips tightened and she folded her arms,
tossing her head when a lock of her hair fell in front of one of her
eyes.

"What are we going to do about this?" Melinda demanded shrilly. "We
can't just leave Cassie like this! She's a friend of mine!"

The other two looked at her.

Melinda glanced back at each of them. "Well, sort of a friend. Look at
it this way. Bad enough she had to have Richie do that to her, now she
has to deal with this."

"How bad was it, Melinda?" Heather asked. "What was she like?"

Melinda shivered. "She was ... strange."

"I thought she was always like that," Jason commented as mildly as he
could.

Melinda's head snapped around. "Oh, shut up. I don't mean that. She was
... kind of dreamy ... and ... well, happy."

"Happy?"

Melinda nodded.

"And that's bad?"

"It is when it was like this. It wasn't, well, normal. It was ... " She
paused and lowered her voice. "It was like ... like what one of you
looked like. This past summer, when ... when you under c-control at the
House. Like something was making you be happy."

Heather and Jason exchanged a chilled look.

"That's it, isn't it?" Melinda said in a shaky voice. "Cassie's under
someone's control. She's not of her own mind."

"But who?" Jason asked. "And for what purpose?"

Melinda swallowed. "I-I don't know. But ... b-but she said tomorrow was
going to be a much better day for her. I don't know what she meant by
that. All I know is that I didn't like the sound of it, not the way she
said it."

"So what do you think we should do?" asked Jason.

Melinda and Heather glanced at each other in confusion, then both gave
Jason a funny look.

Jason sighed. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Looking to me for the
answers again."

"Jason, you're the one that saved us from the House," Heather said.

"I did? That's news to me."

"You figured it out!" Melinda piped. "You knew who Mara was!"

"Yeah, but I didn't force all of you to turn down the power when it was
offered to you, now did I? No, you did that all by yourselves. I had
nothing to do with that. I was just as bad as the rest of you that last
week when we were all stepping over each other in order to be the first
to reach the House and claim the power for a day."

Jason paused for breath. The others looked guiltily at each other.

"Or did you forget that I was the one that hacked into the city
computer systems and had them turn off your water for one morning just
so I could get there ahead of all of you?" Jason added somberly.

Melinda and Heather remained silent.

"Besides, I didn't get to tell my information about Mara until after
she freed us."

"I'm sorry, Jason," Heather said in a more contrite voice.

"Look, I'm not mad at you guys ..."

"Well, I hope not!" Melinda said with concern heavy in her voice.

Jason turned and saw that her eyes were glistening. He smiled gently at
her. "Really, I'm not, Melinda."

Melinda managed a tiny smile in return.

"I just mean that I'm not your leader. I don't want that."

"I wasn't really thinking that," Melinda said sheepishly. "You just
come up with good ideas."

Jason paused and then nodded slightly in acceptance. "I can deal with
that. But ... don't take my word as law, okay? I don't want that kind
of responsibility."

"Okay, then, how about this," Heather said, her mind working furiously.
"If Cassie is affected by this, and she said she might do something
tomorrow, we just try to keep tabs on her."

"What, you mean follow her?" Melinda asked.

"Something like that. I mean, I know we don't share classes with her,
but ..."

"We can figure out her schedule," Jason said. "Well ... I can, anyway.
I think I found out how they did the class rotations in my year. I can
figure out what classes she has and where she will be. We can each try
to pass by that point and see if she does anything in between classes.
I mean, I figure that's the only time she can do anything."

"And after school?" asked Melinda.

Jason was silent for a moment.

"If she gets in the limo, we can't do anything, can we?" asked Heather.

"I mean if she stays at the school again. We can follow her, right?"

"We'll miss the bus," Jason said.

"So?" Melinda snapped. "We miss the bus. Mom or Dad can come pick us
up. Can't yours do the same?"

"Yeah, but what excuse do we give them for being after school like that
without telling them?"

"Look, we'll worry about that tomorrow."

"I don't think Mom would mind picking you up as well," Heather said to
Jason. "So you don't have to mess with telling your parents if you
really don't want to."

Jason sighed. He had to admit that he couldn't think of anything better
to do. "All right, that sounds like a plan. I should tell Richie about
this ..."

"Why bother?" Melinda said with a snort. "He's in detention anyway. He
won't be able to help."

Jason didn't want to mention the fact that it seemed strange not to
have him there. He felt like something was missing.

"So we're okay with this?" Melinda asked.

Jason nodded. "I'll figure out her classrooms tonight. You two email me
your exact schedules and classrooms and I'll figure out which one of us
is closest to her at any given time of the day."

Melinda smiled. "Got it."

"What are you so happy about?" Heather asked.

"I feel like I'm actually doing something about this, that's what,"
Melinda declared. "Maybe now we can just stop this right here and not
have to worry about it anymore."



"Now, Debby," James said with exaggerated patience. "Do you see what
you did wrong? Do you see how you screwed up?"

The sweet-faced, brown-haired girl named Debby Vance stood with her
back against a tree, a short distance from the bus stop where she got
off. She was panting, staring at James with wide, deep blue eyes. Her
bosom swelled against her blouse, her nipples hard and erect. Her feet
slid apart as her pussy grew too hot and wet under her soaked panties
to keep her legs together anymore without discomfort.

"Y-yes ..." she said in a breathy moan. "I'm sorry ... so sorry ... "

"That was very bad of you, Debby, to dump me like that," James said
softly. He slowly raised a hand. "Very bad."

"I know, James ... a-and I'm so very sorry ... I ... oh ... /ohhh/ ..."

James lightly fingered one of Debby's nipples through her blouse. Debby
trembled, panting harder as her pussy throbbed softly with intense
desire. Her cunt tightened as she rose and strained. She uttered a
pitiful whimper as her body screamed for sexual release.

"You need to do something for me, Debby, if you really want to make it
up to me."

Debby moaned, her body silently begging him to touch her more
intimately. Finally his hand left her breast, but instead of sliding
over her tender folds and giving her the release she desperately
needed, he touched her hip instead. He stepped forward and slipped his
hand over her ass, squeezing the cheek tightly.

"Oh, God, James, p-please ..."

"Oh, you beg for it now, do you? No, not yet, Debby. You need to figure
out what to do. You have to figure out what I want. Tomorrow, Debby."

He removed his hand from her. Debby mewled in despair. "I-I'll do it
... I'll come over tomorrow ... I ..."

James' lips curled into a wicked grin. "Good girl, Debby. You want to
be a good girl, don't you?"

Debby swallowed. "Yes ... " She breathed. "I-I want to b-be a g-good
girl ..."



"Kathy ... I don't understand ..."

"I know you don't, Irene, that's the problem. That's always been the
problem."

Irene Barlowe swallowed. She stood with her back against the lockers,
still dressed in her cheerleading outfit from tryouts that afternoon
after classes, her black hair tied into a makeshift ponytail. Kathy had
cornered her near the girls' locker room. She was panting lightly, her
deep blue eyes gazing into Kathy's dark brown ones.

Irene could not move, and she did not understand why.

"Irene, I've always looked up to you," Kathy said in a forlorn voice,
her eyes shimmering. "I've only wanted to be your friend. Nothing more.
You could have accepted that."

Kathy took a step closer to her. Irene's breath quickened, her heart
thumping. She tried to back further into the lockers to no avail. The
handle of one locker poked into her back, but she barely noticed.

"I'm sorry, Kathy, I didn't mean..."

Kathy sighed and shook her head, lifting her hand. "Yes, you did."

"But, Kathy ... yes ... yes, I did, but ... what ... what are you ...
/uhhhn/ ..."

Kathy's hand alighted on the bare skin along Irene's left side, just
above her waist. She traced her fingers slowly up to the top piece of
Irene's cheerleading uniform. Irene shuddered, rattling the lockers
behind her. Heat exploded in her sex.

"Oh my God ..." Irene gasped, barely able to breathe let along talk.
She felt overwhelmed by the intense pleasure flowing through her body.
Kathy drew her fingers up and traced the outlines of Irene's rounded
breasts. She flicked gently at the rising nubs of Irene's nipples.

Irene moaned as her pussy grew warm and then hot. Moisture trickled
down the inside of one thigh and a dark stain spread across the crotch
of her uniform. She trembled, and then shook with desperation as her
cunt hung just short of sweet release. She couldn't think. She could
only feel the nearly painful need that gripped her body.

"You'll be my friend tomorrow, though," Kathy said with a sweet smile.
"But ... you'll need to get something for me."

Kathy withdrew her hand. Irene whimpered.

"You'll know what it is by tomorrow. You'll know where to get it. And
you'll know where to bring it."

Irene panted hard. "P-please ..."

Kathy shook her head and cupped Irene's cheek gently. "Not now.
Tomorrow."

Irene shivered at the touch, another tiny whimper escaping her slightly
parted lips. Irene looked at Kathy in disappointment but nodded.

Kathy smiled one last time and turned away.



Frank didn't think anything of the sound of the door opening
downstairs. The only reason he heard it at all was that he was doing
little more than sulking in his room. Already his stepsister had taken
the wireless bridge from him. Any hopes he had of delaying on that by
simply being slow to install it for her were dashed. Obviously she was
as competent at computers as she had claimed, or her slab of beef
boyfriend did it for her. In either case, she already had it set up by
the time he got home.

From the hall, she could hear Mindy typing furiously as she had been
for the past hour. Every now and then it would interspersed with
giggling as she read something amusing in her chat session. Frank was
growing quickly irritated with that sound.

This was drowned out, however, by the sound of someone pounding up the
stairs and panting. To his surprise, his stepmother appeared at the
door. She was still dressed in her jogging outfit, breathing heavily.

Frank bolted up in bed when he saw the angry look on her face. "What
...?"

She pointed at him. "You. In the kitchen. Now."

Before Frank could respond, she withdrew and headed back down the
stairs.

Frank felt his heart pound. Whenever she did that, it meant he was in
big trouble for something. He had no idea what it could be.

His eyes suddenly widened as he had a terrible thought. Surely it
couldn't be for ...

Frank swallowed and headed out of his room. As he passed Mindy's, he
glanced inside. Mindy stopped typing and turned her head towards him.
She smirked, gave him a wink, and returned to her chatting.

Frank felt his stomach turn cold.

He quickly went down the stairs and into the kitchen. He paused just
inside the door. He caught his stepmom standing before the
refrigerator, bent over to fetch something from the back of the shelf.
The shorts she wore were stretched tightly over her ass.

Frank took a breath, his eyes fixed on this sight for a moment before
he could pull them away, only to have them dart down her legs. Long,
bare, and smooth, they might have well been the legs of a
twenty-something since the forty-something Jenny Darrens kept herself
in such good shape these days.

Jenny straightened up and shoved the fridge door shut with a knee. She
turned around with a water purifier pitcher in her hand. Despite the
tight sports bra, her large bosom bounced lightly as she completed the
turn and sat down at the table. She lifted her piercing blue-green gaze
to Frank.

"Mindy called me earlier this morning while you were at school," Jenny
said in a cool voice. She poured some water from the pitcher into a
glass and leaned back in her seat. "Guess what she told me?"

Frank's eyes widened slightly, his heart thumping wildly, but he said
nothing.

Jenny paused to take a long sip of her water, her eyes still fixed on
Frank, unyielding and unmerciful. Frank hated this treatment. He knew
he was going to be punished for something, but he just wanted her to
cut to the chase and get on with it.

"It seems you decided to do a little redecorating in her room."

Frank bit his lower lip. That bitch. She told her mom. Mindy said she
wouldn't if he made the deal and she told on him anyway!

Jenny took another sip and put the glass down loudly. She leaned
forward. Frank could not help but let his eyes be drawn to her briefly
jiggling boobs. He sorely wished Jenny were not as attractive as Mindy
was.

"You know something, Frankie? I'm not surprised."

Frank cringed slightly at the name she used. Jenny knew Frank hated it
as well. Where Mindy would hear him complain and then mock him about
it, Jenny was worse. She simply ignored his complaints.

"No, not surprised at all," Jenny said. "You must think Mindy's pretty
hot, don't you?"

Despite the fact that he kept telling himself that this woman was not
his mother, he still felt embarrassed at hearing this from her.

"Answer me, Frankie."

Frank swallowed again. "No, I ... I don't, I just ..."

Jenny smirked. "So you were taking nudie pics of someone you thought
was butt ugly, huh? Right. Were you going to sneak a cam into my
bedroom next?"

Frank gasped and his mouth fell open. "No!"

"Sure of that?"

Frank gritted his teeth. There was no way he was telling her the truth.
There was simply no way Jenny would ever learn that he did harbor
something of a lust for her as well. He could hardly help it. Jenny was
very attractive, kept herself in great shape, and liked to show herself
off as much as possible, even around the house. She thought little of
coming out of the shower with just a bath towel wrapped around her on a
weekend morning and leaving herself that way until almost noon.

Sometimes he wondered if she did it purposely just to titillate him.

Jenny flashed him a lascivious smile. "Poor Frankie, forced to share a
house with two hot babes."

Frank's cheeks flushed deep red.

Jenny stood up. He forced himself not to look at her.

"Oh, stop it," Jenny said in a mocking tone of voice.

Frank paused and turned his gaze towards her, forcing himself to lift
his eyes to hers and keep them there. Nevertheless, his eyes kept
wanting to move, to flick over the rest of her body, especially the
flat, bare stomach, the flare of her hips, and the "V" at the tops of
her thighs.

But nowhere did he want to look more than at those wonderfully large
breasts of hers.

"I know you want to look. That's fine. Mindy, too, go look at her. But
you do it at our discretion, you understand me? And if we want your
looking to stop at our clothing, that's what you're going to do. Am I
coming through loud and clear to you, Frankie?"

Frank sighed. "Yes, I'm clear," he said in a sullen voice.

"Mindy is okay with you keeping the pics you have of her."

Frank looked away and felt his blush deepen.

"Well, I'm not."

Frank's gaze snapped back to her. "What?!"

"I want them off your hard drive by the time you go to bed tonight."

"But that's not fair!" Frank blurted loudly. "Mindy said it was okay I
keep them! You just said it yourself! Why do I have to ...!"

"Frankie!" Jenny shouted, giving him an angry glare. "What did I just
tell you? I said it was /me/ who is not okay with you keeping those
pics. I don't want them winding up anywhere else outside of that
drive."

"They won't!" Frank wailed. "I already promised Mindy that! I'm not
gonna post them or make copies of them! I promise!"

"You won't post or copy them because you won't have them anymore. I
will not argue this with you. Go remove them. Now."

"She wasn't supposed to tell you any of this!" Frank exploded. "We made
a deal! We ...!"

He stopped himself short with a horrified look on his face when he
realized what he had just said.

Jenny smirked at him. "Oh, now don't have a heart attack on me, okay?
Mindy told me all about the little deal she made with you. I'm only
altering that part of it."

Frank almost wanted to laugh. He half-expected her to follow up with
the line "Pray I don't alter it further."

"What about the wireless?" Frank demanded.

"That was part of the deal, so she keeps it."

"But it was only so I wouldn't post the images! If you're making me
remove them, why does she get to keep it?"

"Because I said so, that's why. Now, do you want to be grounded on top
of that? If so, keep arguing with me."

"No," Frank said tersely.

"Then I don't want to hear any more of this. You're already damn lucky
I'm not telling your father about this."

"Yeah, thanks for nothing," Frank muttered as he turned away.

He trudged upstairs and entered his room. He sat down heavily in front
of his computer with a deep sigh. Just as he moved the mouse to do the
deed on his machine, Mindy appeared at the door.

Frank turned and gave her a look of pure fury. "I fucking hate you,"
Frank hissed through clenched teeth.

"Oh, no, you don't," Mindy said with a sultry smile. "You love me. You
love my boobs, you love my ass, and you just love to watch me do things
with my pussy. Oh no, you don't hate me one bit, Frankie."

Mindy blew him a kiss and disappeared back into her bedroom.

Panting from rage and frustration, Frank deleted the "MindyCam" folder
from his computer. He then threw the mouse across the desk with a loud
clatter.



"Hey," said Jason.

"Hey," said Richie. "Whassup?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

Richie just shrugged from where he stood in the kitchen next to the
phone. "Nothin'." He glanced at the clock on the microwave, which read
9:23. "Kinda late for you to call, huh?"

"Detention go okay?"

Richie paused a moment. He felt a tingle shoot through his body. "Same
as it always does, man," he said casually, though his voice was
slightly subdued. "Nothin' ever changes. Why'd ya ask?"

"Melinda wanted me to check on you."

Richie made a face. "Melinda?" he asked incredulously. "The same girl
that looks at me like some crud on the bottom of her shoe? That
Melinda?"

"Oh, it's not that bad."

Richie snorted. "Like hell it isn't."

Jason sighed. "All right, never mind. Look, are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be, dude? You expected me to get fragged in detention
or something?"

"Well ... something unusual happened today."

Richie rolled his eyes. "Dude, that could be our freakin' motto these
days. Maybe use that for the hairy-bringers."

"Harbingers. Listen to me. Melinda said she saw Cassie with the aura."

Richie fell silent. His fingers curled more tightly around the phone.

"Richie? You there?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine, I'm here," Richie said, his voice quavering
slightly. He swallowed. He felt an uncomfortable tightness in his
pants.

"Cassie might have stayed after school. Did you see her at all?"

A long pause.

"Richie?"

"No, man, I didn't see her."

Another pause, this time at Jason's end. "Hey, you all right?" asked
Jason.

"Huh? Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just ... sounded a little odd for a moment."

Richie took a deep breath and let it go. Thoughts of Cassie were
sending both tendrils of fear up his spine and waves of pleasure
through his body. The plastic on the phone made a small noise as his
fingers tightened vise-like around it. His cock swiftly hardened.

He opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He couldn't tell Jason.
He couldn't get the words out. He couldn't give a warning.

"No, I'm just fine. Jeez, I think you're letting this get to ya again,"
Richie complained.

"Sorry."

"It's all right. It's cool." Richie voice was strained. His cock felt
like it was ready to explode into orgasm. He knew it wouldn't. Even if
he touched it himself, it wouldn't do it. This had already happened to
him several times that evening, and always whenever thoughts of Cassie
entered his head.

"Are you sure you're ...?"

"Shit, enough with this, okay?! I'm fine! I just had detention, that's
all. Fuck."

"Okay, man, sorry. Just trying to help. So did you break the record?"

"Huh?"

"The record. Earliest detention. What did Seeger tell you?"

"I don't know. Seeger didn't give detention anyway."

Jason hesitated before speaking again. "He didn't? Who did then?"

"Miss Fuller."

"Miss Fuller?" Jason said, astonished. "Marcie Fuller, the principal's
receptionist?"

"Yep."

"She jumps at her own shadow."

Richie smirked. "Yeah, she was a real pill, man." His voice was more
relaxed. He had managed to push thoughts of Cassie aside for the
moment. His cock retreated from the edge and very slowly softened. He
felt he could think clearly again. "Read some trashy romance novel
during the whole time there."

"Did you ... did you see ..."

Richie rolled his eyes. "No, Jason, she was not cloaked in evil or
whatever you want to call it. She was just herself, okay? No bogeymen
today. Damn, I thought you weren't this down with it since the nurse
checked out."

"Well ... the girls would've wanted me to check with you."

Richie sighed. "Yeah, well ... that was nice of them," he said in a
softer voice.

"I better get going. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep. Tomorrow, bro."

"Bye."

"Bye."



"Hello?"

"Oh, uh, hi, Mrs. Sovert. Can I talk to Melinda, please? This is Jason
Conner."

A pause. "You do realize how late it is?"

"Uh, yeah, I do, I apologize. It's kind of important."

"Kind of important, or actually important?"

"Actually important, ma'am. It's about school."

A sigh. "Very well."

There was a muffled shout of Melinda's name. Jason heard a thumping
noise, and then both Melinda's and her mother's voice going back and
forth.

Finally the muffled voice quickly became a normal voice. "All right,
Mom! Okay! I know! Hello, Jason, and this better be good!"

Before Jason could respond, the phone was muffled again. "I am being
nice!" came Melinda's shrill cry. The phone was unmuffled again.
"Sorry. What do you wish of me dearest Jason?" she asked with
exaggerated politeness.

Jason couldn't help but snicker at this. "Is your Mom away from the
phone now?"

"Well, sorta," Melinda said in a low voice. "She's in the living room
with Dad and they're watching a movie. So I can't ... you know ..."

"Well, I didn't call for /that/."

Melinda sighed despondently. "I kind of wish you had," she said in a
whisper.

Jason took a deep breath. "This weekend, I promise."

"My parents are going to be around all weekend. Oh, shit, and it's
Labor Day weekend. Three more days without ... uh ..."

Jason paused. "You really need ... well, /it/ ... that often?" he asked
in bemusement.

Melinda blushed furiously. "Never mind. What did you want?"

"I wanted to give you two a warning."

Melinda glanced out towards the living room. "A what??"

"A warning, about Richie. Something's up with him. I don't think we
should tell him about what we're planning after school."

"Well, it's not like he can help anyway, since ..."

"No, I mean, don't even mention it in passing. Keep it a secret from
him. I had to tell you now because you two get on the bus last and I
wouldn't have a chance without Richie hearing. Make sure you tell
Heather."

Melinda looked alarmed. "Jason, what do you think is wrong? You think
Cassie did something to him?"

"I really don't know, Melinda. He just sounded funny, plus Seeger's not
giving detention anymore, now it's Marcie Fuller instead. She's
Bendon's receptionist."

"Oh no!" Melinda cried. "Oops, hold on ..." The phone became muffled
long enough for him to hear her shout "It's nothing, Mom!" She returned
to the phone. "Sorry. Jason, that means Bendon got to him!"

"He claimed Miss Fuller was clean."

"He can claim anything he wants."

"Look, let's not speculate any further. We'll do what we agreed upon
and we'll keep this from Richie. We can always let him in on it later,
okay?"

Melinda sighed. "Okay."

"Now, I'm going to email you and Heather the schedule of how we'll
track Cassie through the day. Print it out before you leave tomorrow
morning for school. And please remember to tell all this to Heather."

"I will, right after I hang up, I promise."

"Good girl. Now ... uh ..."

Melinda blinked. "What did you just call me?" she asked slowly.

"Uh ... er ... I-I don't remember. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye."

He hung up before she could say another word.

Melinda replaced the receiver. He had called her "good girl," just like
he did those times he had control over her in the House. She felt a bit
of a chill as she drew her hand back from the phone.

She also felt a flash of heat between her legs.



Deepening night, and the town of Haven was still and quiet. The
tranquility was deceptive, as tumults raged in the minds of some of its
denizens, making the night anything but peaceful.

Richie tossed and moaned in his sleep, tangling the sheets around him.
His breathing alternated between long, deep breaths that ended in sighs
of desperate need, and quick, hard pants of need denied. Startlingly
vivid imagery flashed through his head in dreams of terrifying
sensuality and eroticism. Several times his body quivered, as if trying
to awaken him from this unending string of lustful dream imagery, but
failing each time.

Finally, Richie murmured in his sleep and flopped over on one side. His
muscles finally relaxed and a single long breath escaped his lips,
accompanied by a low whimper. As Cassie had promised him, he knew what
he had do.

" ... yes ... " he uttered, barely audible, from between parted lips. "
... I'll do what you say ..."



Debby mewled softly as she writhed slowly under the sheets. Her body
trembled from the maddeningly intense lust overwhelming her in the
dreamscape of her mind. Her legs shifted and slid back and forth, her
pussy squishing with moisture. As she moaned and tossed again, she felt
a damp spot on the sheet where her wetness had dripped from her slot.

New desires suffused her mind, and not of her own choosing. She panted
as her mind fought itself between accepting them and rejecting them.
Her body grew hot as the former won out over the latter. Her moans
turned to whimpers as her will to resist weakened. New needs and wants
flowed through her.

In a nearby bed, someone stirred, a bleary, female voice said from the
dark, "Debby? Are you all right?"

Debby uttered one last tiny cry as she rolled over and was abruptly
still, her breathing now soft and steady, as if nothing had happened.

"Debby?"

There was no response, save for the gentle breathing.

Karen paused a moment, shook her head groggily, and turned away from
her younger sister. Within minutes she was fast asleep again and would
not remember waking up when morning came.

"Sister ..." Debby breathed. " ... yes ... my sister ... I'll bring her
..."



Irene's fingers curled tightly into the sheets as she lay on her back.
Her legs were parted and trembling, folds slick with moisture. She
panted in a quick, staccato rhythm as she fought against the soaring
lust in her body. She was losing the battle, the assault on her senses
overwhelming her.

It was not much longer. The dam broke, and desire flowed like
floodwaters over her body. Her pussy ached with its own want, legs
parting further as if to receive it that moment. Yet she knew she could
not. It was not time yet, and she needed to do one more thing.

Her back arched. She uttered a long, soft yet shrill cry as she
succumbed. The images in her mind, until now having swirled around in
disjointed patterns in her mind as she fought them, coalesced upon the
collapse of her will. A single image burned brightly and seductively in
her mind.

Irene let out a rattling sigh, her body falling limp on the bed. Her
head lolled slowly to one side as her fingers relaxed their grip. She
whimpered as she let out her next breath, then fell into more peaceful
slumber.

" ... please use it ... " she spoke in tones that were little more than
puffs of warm air from her mouth. " ... use it on me ... deep ... hard
..."



Nyssa did not sleep. She had no need of such things. Yet her senses
could be extended into the dream state. She could experience the night
visions of the denizens of Haven. She could see what they saw, hear
what they heard, feel what they felt.

She reached into the minds of the six, the three she had entranced, and
the three that were the objects of their deepest desires. It was almost
complete. By the end of the following day, all of them would be hers.
And a bonus! She would have a seventh, thanks to James! This thrilled
her to no end.

Seven was an auspicious number. If she achieved that, she would be well
on her way. Even as these seven fell, she would prepare three more. It
was a very promising start.

It had to be. Her "benefactor" was neither patient nor yielding. The
agreement had been forged, and Nyssa must live up to her end of it.
There was no renegotiation to be had. When the time came, it would
feed. She must be ready for that moment.

And she had been fortunate enough to find the Sensitive right away. Not
only would he not see the aura around Nyssa, but he would fail to
notice it around those that Nyssa affected. Even if she never called
him back to renew the eye contact and thus the protection she enjoyed,
by the time it faded back into his perceptions, it would be far too
late for him to do anything about it whatsoever.

Nyssa sighed in contentment, her pussy throbbing to the sweet
sensations of sexual abandon about to burst to the surface in her new
pets.
<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+