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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: 22 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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/"Come to me."/

/Her breathing comes in quick pants. Part of her does not want to heed
the call. Part of her wants to go running to it without care or
thought. In the struggle between the two, she quivers nervously, not
knowing where else to turn./

/"You know this is something you cannot run from."/

/She swallows, her eyes wide. She looks with a silent plea towards the
one stalking her. This is not right. This is not what she wants. This
cannot be meant for her./

/"You resist. Why?"/

/She opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. She has no
answers to give. She only knows that she will be lost if she gives in
completely. She must make a stand, if only she can summon up the
courage to do so. Already she has given too much./

/"Come now." The voice is closer, almost on top of her. Her eyes
shimmer as she looks towards it. "Can you say you've been distressed by
this? Haven't you enjoyed it until now?"/

/She closes her eyes and utters a soft, almost husky sigh. She's
enjoyed it far too much for her own good. Part of her knows this, but
it cannot get the conscious part of her mind to realize this and act
upon it./

/"Please. Come with me. Let us continue."/

/She hesitates. Her body trembles with the desire to obey./

/Now the voice grows more serious. "If you do not ... you could be
asking for trouble."/

/Now she is growing frightened. Finally she finds her voice. "I've been
good! I've always been good! Why do you say this to me?"/

/"Then don't fail now. Don't fail me and don't fail yourself."/

/"Fail ... myself?" She is confused now./

/"This is all for you. Everything. Not for me."/

/Her breathing is labored. The struggle is waning. She is losing her
will to resist. She cannot stop thinking that the voice has always
known what was best for her. After all this time, she should know that
she can trust it./

/A hand is extended to her./

/She pauses one final moment, looking up with fearful eyes. Yet she
lifts her own hand in reply after scarcely a moment's hesitation./



Cassie awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open.

It took her a few seconds to see the room around her and feel the bed
under her. Slowly she sat up. She yawned once and ran her fingers
through her tangled hair.

She was used to having these dreams. The strongest always came just on
the heels of dawn. She lifted her bleary eyes to the window, where the
last vestiges of night were retreating into the dark western sky.

She contemplated the imagery of her dream for a few moments, a
technique for insuring that she would remember every detail. Even if
she did not do this, she would still remember details a week later that
others would have already forgotten by their morning cup of coffee.

Cassie shook her head as she slipped out of bed. She was not making any
sense of it. In the midst of everything that was happening with Nyssa,
why would she start dreaming about Marcie Fuller? What could possibly
be happening to her?

Whatever it was, she got the sense that Miss Fuller was in trouble. The
voice definitely belonged to Principal Bendon. She thought back to the
day she had tried to take Richie, blushing slightly in shame. She got
past this, and forced herself to remember the details of that day.

Poor Miss Fuller! Cassie had not stopped to think that Miss Fuller
would have to report back to Principal Bendon what had happened in
Richie's detention. Had Miss Fuller gotten in trouble for it?

Now that Cassie knew she did not dream in symbolism, this was making
little sense to her at the moment. She sighed. In either case, it had
made her feel guilty about what she had caused to happen that day. Now
she felt like she owed Miss Fuller an apology.



The Harbingers did not realize they had a problem until they met that
morning.

"I can't believe we didn't think about this before!" Jason cried in
frustration.

"You can't be expected to think of everything, Jason," Melinda said
sympathetically. "You said so yourself."

"But something like this ... shit, I should have seen it."

Their dilemma was simple. They had two people they could potentially
save from the Darkness. Yet at the same time, Nyssa was going to take
three more people that day. The problem was how to be in several places
at once. They wanted to be able to save the ones from the day before
and determine who the victims for the new ones would be.

"Well, I assume I'm going to go stop Ned?" Cassie asked tentatively.
There was a nervous quaver in her voice. She wasn't exactly sure how
she was going to do this.

"So that leaves you, me, Heather, and Richie," Melinda said. "That's
four, so ..."

"Nope. No can do," Richie drawled.

Melinda gave him an indignant look. "Why the hell not?"

"Still got detention. Sorry."

Melinda rolled her eyes. "Oh for heaven's sake. All right, but that's
still three and we have three new ones that Nyssa will ... oh, no wait,
one of us has to stop Becky. Dammit!"

"See what I mean?" Jason said. "And I was originally going to suggest
that one us goes with Cassie rather than leaving her to face this
alone."

Cassie smiled slightly. She had not wanted to ask.

"And then there's the problem where if someone from today is too far
away from our neighborhood, I'd want Cassie to go, but if she's tied up
with Ned ... argh!"

"Okay, how about this?" Heather said. "If we have someone far away,
maybe Cassie can drop one of us off to take care of Ned and she can go
on to the new one."

"Yes, that's a good idea," Cassie said quickly, feeling relieved. "I
can pick up whoever it is afterward on my way back."

"Okay, that can work. Good idea, Heather." He paused a moment and
looked back to Heather with concern. "Are you okay?"

Heather sighed. "I'm not sure."

"She's been feeling odd all morning," Melinda said. She tried to make
it sound non-challant, but there was an undertone of worry in her
voice.

"Are you getting another Precog vision, Heather?" Cassie asked.

"Yes. I keep seeing the inside of Nyssa's office. It's much more clear
than ever. I can almost see what's on the shelves and the pattern of
the tile on the floor. And ... she has a patient ..." Heather's voice
quavered a bit as a small shiver went through her.

"Can you see who it is?" Jason asked. "Who is it that she has with
her?"

Heather paused a moment, staring off into space as she replayed the
imagery in her mind. Finally she shook her head in frustration. "I
can't see it. Sorry."

Richie shifted his weight and shuffled his feet a bit, averting his
gaze from the others.

"Maybe you're just picking up on one of the others she's going to take
today," Cassie said.

"I don't know why. I never did before."

"Unless it becomes more clear, we can't worry about it," said Jason.
"It'll just distract us from what we have to do today."

"Okay, let's go then," Melinda said. "Let's get this day over with."

Heather nodded in agreement. "And I used to like Fridays."

They all turned to head into the school, Cassie trailing last behind
them. She bit her lip, looking intensely thoughtful, before finally
jogging up to Jason and tugging on his arm. "Jason, can I talk to you
about something?"

Jason stopped. Heather and Melinda walked on for a few steps before
they stopped and turned.

"Um, alone," Cassie whispered.

"I'll catch up," Jason called to the others. When they turned and
headed away, Jason looked back at Cassie. "What's up?"

"I wanted to tell you about some other dreams I've been having."

"Okay, sure. But why don't you want the others to hear?"

"I'm not sure it has anything to do with Nyssa. And ... you're the only
one I trust not to laugh at me."

Jason tried to smile. "Cassie, no one's going to laugh at you."

"Just the same, I'm not completely comfortable yet with it."

"Okay, I understand. So what's going on?"

Cassie hesitated a moment. "I've had a dream about Marcie Fuller."

Jason looked mildly surprised. "Miss Fuller? the Principal's
receptionist?"

"And the one running detention the day I tried to ... you know."

Jason nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"Anyway, I had this dream about her. It wasn't completely clear. It's
like she's getting in trouble for something with the Principal." She
sighed. "I'm worried that I caused it when I tricked her into leaving
me alone with Richie."

Jason did not consider himself an expert on dreams, especially the kind
that Cassie appeared to have, but he didn't want to see her upset,
either. "Well, it doesn't necessarily have to mean that, does it?"

Cassie looked frustrated. "That's just it, I don't know. I've started
to look at these dreams in a new light only recently ... I'm
considering going and apologizing to her."

"You probably don't need to."

"Maybe so. But if I interact with her more, she'll show up in my dreams
more clearly and I can sort out what it means. Probably has nothing to
do with all this. Sorry if I wasted your time."

"Oh, no, Cassie, that's okay," Jason said, smiling. "Really. Please,
don't be afraid to mention whatever's on your mind."

Cassie looked at him in astonishment. That was literally the nicest
thing anyone had ever said to her at that school. She beamed at him.
"Thank you, Jason."



Marcie bounced into the room. She bent down and handed a sheaf of
papers to Laura. "Here are those reports you wanted, Miss Bendon!" she
said brightly.

Laura smiled as she accepted the papers. "Thank you, Marcie. How are
you doing this morning?"

"Very well, Miss Bendon! Thank you for asking," Marcie bubbled as she
straightened up.

Laura's eyes flicked over Marcie's body. "You seem to be getting used
to your new look."

Marcie giggled. "It's actually quite nice once I got used to it, Miss
Bendon." She paused a moment, her smile fading a bit. "But ... um ..."

"Yes, Marcie?"

"Well ... it /is/ kind of strange, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"That I did get used to it. And so quickly!"

Laura grinned and stood up. "Perhaps, Marcie, this was the look you
were meant for and didn't realize it."

Marcie giggled again, her cheeks flushing pink. "I don't know, Miss
Bendon. I ... w-well ... the truth is, Miss Bendon, is that I'm not ...
I'm not really all that social, you know?"

"Oh?"

"I'm kind of a wallflower," Marcie admitted, her cheeks going from pink
to red. "I mean ... the time I've spent with you going to all these
stores ... that's the most social I've been in years!"

Laura stepped out from behind the desk and came alongside Marcie. "Then
I'm glad I did take you shopping. You needed it in more ways than one."

Marcie smiled. "Thank you, Miss Bendon. You really are too kind to me."

"Nonsense. No such thing as being too kind. In fact ..." Laura lifted
her eyes and reached up to brush a few stray locks of hair that escaped
from Marcie's bun. " ... there is one more thing we can do to complete
the picture."

"One more ...?"

"Your hair, Marcie."

"Oh! Um ... what's wrong with it?"

"This bun look just doesn't do it with these clothes. You need
something a little looser. Something to frame that cute face of yours."

"Oh, well, Miss Bendon, I ... huh?" Marcie stopped and stared at her,
eyes wide. "What ... y-you think my face is cute?"

Laura nodded. "Of course. Wearing your hair down would make people
notice it more."

Marcie was blushing furiously. "M-Miss Bendon ... no one e-ever said
that about me ..." she said huskily, wringing her hands.

"Hmm. Their loss."

Marcie giggled again. "Oh, Miss Bendon, stop. I ... wait, what are you
...?"

Laura had begun plucking hairpins out of Marcie's hairdo. Marcie
swallowed and stood still, trembling slightly. When Laura was done, she
said, "Now shake your head gently, Marcie."

Marcie did as she was told. Her hair tumbled down around her head and
over her shoulders. The change in her look was dramatic. Even though
her hair was a little rumpled and frizzed from being in the tight bun,
it did indeed nicely frame her roundish face.

Laura brushed a few errant strands down. "Needs a little bit of
brushing, maybe some conditioning, but I think that will work. I would
be more than happy to take you to my hairdresser after school today."

"Your ... hairdresser?" Marcie asked in a small voice. "I've never been
to one."

Laura was not at all surprised. "Then it's about time you started. My
hairdresser can touch that up for you and make it look as sexy as the
rest of you."

Marcie's mouth dropped open. "Se ... s-se ... s-sexy?" she asked in a
tiny, barely audible voice as her eyes met Laura's. "Me?"

"Yes, Marcie, sexy," Laura replied, gazing intently into Marcie's eyes.
"You."

Marcie swallowed. Her body quivered. She felt a flash of heat in a
place she had not remembered feeling such a thing in a rather long
time.

"So ... do you still want to go?"

Marcie nodded. "Yes, Miss Bendon," she said in a breathless voice.
"Yes, please."



Heather rushed into her English Lit class just as it hit the top of the
hour. She had seen who it was that had left Nyssa's office that
morning, and had to follow her halfway across the school before getting
her to stop and finding out her name. Then it turned out to be someone
she knew in passing, but the girl took the visit to mean that Heather
wanted to talk.

As far as Heather knew, that had been the first person Nyssa had taken
that morning. If she lived close by and was in walking distance,
Heather would volunteer to tail her.

"All right, settle down, people," said Mr. Hanson, the dour-faced
instructor for English Literature. He slapped his meaty hand on the
desk once to a loud report. The class quieted quickly. "No antics today
from the lot of you. We have a great deal to cover and ... /now/ what?"

Marcie Fuller had appeared at the door, peeking inside. "Um ... s-sorry
to bother you, Mr. Hanson."

The teacher blinked in obvious surprise. "Marcie?"

Marcie nodded, giving him a perplexed look. "Yes. Who else would it
be?"

Mr. Hanson stared for a few moments, then shook his head. "Anyway, what
is it?"

Heather was a little nonplussed as well as Marcie walked into the room.
It had been awhile since Heather had seen the mousy receptionist to
Principal Bendon. Though what Heather saw now could hardly be termed
"mousy" anymore.

Marcie handed a note to Mr. Hanson. He sighed. "God, not another one in
the middle of one of my classes."

"I was just told to deliver this, Mr. Hanson."

"Really, you would think they would schedule these examinations after
school hours. Very well."

Marcie smiled slightly and headed out.

Heather's heart skipped a beat. Examinations? Was he about to read off
a name to go to the nurse's office? If so, what luck! She could get the
second ...

Heather's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat.

The vision had returned to her. It was more clear than it ever had
been. She could see the inside of the examination room as if she were
standing there herself. She could see what had to be Nyssa, swimming in
Darkness, advancing on her ...

It was only then that she finally realized what was so different
between this vision and the others. In the others, she had been a
detached observer. In this one, it was as if she were part of the scene
herself.

"Heather Sovert."

Heather flinched as if something had flown at her face as she was
jolted out of her vision. "Huh?"

Several students around her sniggered.

Mr. Hanson sighed, the note open in his hand. "Report to the nurse's
station immediately."

Heather felt as if the bottom had just dropped out of her world. For a
moment she could do nothing but sit there, frozen to her seat, her
heart thudding almost painfully in her chest.

"Miss Sovert, did you hear me?"

Heather swallowed. "Th-there ... there must be some mistake," she
croaked, her voice cracking badly. "I-I ..."

"Is your name Heather Sovert?" Mr. Hanson said with forced patience.

Heather just nodded, numb.

"Then I would say there is no mistake. Please head down to the nurse at
once."

"I can't," Heather blurted.

Mr. Hanson raised one bushy eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

Heather could not reply, her throat locking up.

"You do realize that this program is mandatory? As in you have no
choice?"

Heather nodded again.

"Then what exactly is the problem, Miss Sovert?"

"I ... uh ... n-nothing, Mr. Hanson." Heather stood. Her legs shook a
bit and she had to pause before walking away from her seat and out of
the classroom.

In the hallway, she stopped and leaned against the lockers, breathing
heavily in fear. The lockers rattled slightly with her trembling. For a
moment she didn't know what to do.

Her first instinct was to run, to leave the school. But where would she
go? She was too far from her house to just walk home. If she hung out
around the neighborhood, she might be picked up for truancy, or someone
from the school would just find her and force her back. Even if she got
away, she would be expelled for trying to get out of the program.

And if that happened, she couldn't help the others anymore. Worse, it
might be a sign that she knew, and then Nyssa will go after the others
as well. Or her mother would get in trouble. Since Penny was with the
Darkness already, it might retaliate by striking at her instead of
Heather.

Heather took a deep breath to try to calm herself. She had to go
through with this. The others were looking for students with auras.
They'd see that she had been taken, and they would stop her. Then she
would be all right, just like Cassie was after they stopped her. She
had to trust that her friends would come through for her and stop her
from doing whatever it was Nyssa would force her to do.

She refused to admit to herself that she already had a good idea of
what that would be.

As she entered the hallway to the west wing of the school, she felt an
almost palpable pull towards the nurse's station. It was as if part of
her wanted what lay ahead of her. The desires she had been fighting for
the past few weeks rose unbidden with a suddenness that made her
stagger and sent a tingle through her nether regions.

The epiphany she experienced the next moment was nearly as powerful.

Nyssa had been the cause all along! Heather could no longer deny that
she had had a very small inclination towards her little sister after
the House, but it was Nyssa's presence that had made it worse in recent
weeks. Nyssa's presence had somehow magnified her desires. If Nyssa
indeed dealt with forbidden fantasies, then this made perfect sense to
her now.

The elation she felt over realizing that the fault did not lie with
herself was fleeting, for now she had reached the door to the nurse's
station.

Heather closed her eyes briefly. /Please get me out of this, guys,/ she
thought. She opened the door.

She took but one step inside and froze. Her fingers gripped the
doorknob until the knuckles turned white. Before her stood the figure
from her vision, one of both lustful beauty and terrible evil. Her eyes
took in both the splendor of Nyssa's body and the horror of the
intensely black Darkness that flared around her, like the negative
image of a bright glow.

Yet the eyes were what intrigued her, and too late did she realize that
this was precisely the wrong place to look as Nyssa advanced towards
her.

Heather felt a tiny shudder pass through her as their gazes met. Any
chance now that she would change her mind and leave was gone. She felt
both chilled to the bone and exhilarated beyond her ability to
comprehend.

"Heather, my dear," Nyssa said, her voice sultry and sweet. "I've so
wanted to meet you. Please ..." She stopped barely an arm's length from
Heather. "Close the door behind you so we may have some privacy."

Heather turned, feeling the fog lift from her mind when her eyes turned
away from Nyssa's. The reprieve was short-lived. As soon as she closed
the door, she felt Nyssa's hands alight on her shoulders.

Nyssa said not a word. Instead, she slid her hands slowly down
Heather's arms, fingers moving in a light caress over first the thin
material of her shirt and then bare flesh. Heather shivered and uttered
a small moan as her body flushed hot.

Heather swallowed and closed her eyes. "P-please ..."

"Please?" Nyssa cooed. "Please what, Heather?"

She felt a touch of Nyssa's moist, hot breath on her ear. She bit her
lip to suppress a whimper. "Please ... d-don't ... don't make me do
this ..."

"Why, I am not making you do anything, Heather," Nyssa purred in a
silky voice. She traced her fingers back up Heather's arms, over the
shoulders, and slowly down her back. Heather let her breath go as a
ragged sigh, her body quivering as Nyssa's touch send little tingles of
pleasure radiating down her spine. "You came when called. You didn't
have to."

Heather panted lightly. She felt heat flare in her sex. "Yes, I did,"
she murmured huskily. "I had no choice."

"Oh, but we all have choices, Heather. We all do. And you have made
yours. Turn around."

Heather wanted to defy her. Yet already she had been partially
conditioned. Her body enjoyed the little taste of the pleasure that
Nyssa had implicitly promised her and wanted more. Her pussy already
tingled and felt damp.

She slowly turned, but carefully averted her eyes. Her body may have
been seduced, but her mind was still hers.

Nyssa pressed the tips of her fingers under Heather's chin and tried to
lift her gaze. Heather resisted, though her body shuddered with the
effort.

"Look at me, Heather."

Heather swallowed hard. Resistance was becoming increasingly difficult.

Nyssa reached out with her other hand. She very lightly brushed a
single one of Heather's hardening nipples. Pleasure exploded through
Heather's body, making her moan pitifully. Now there was little
resistance at all when Nyssa tried to lift Heather's face a second
time.

Heather looked up, and her breath caught in her throat.

"You're nervous," Nyssa said. "Perfectly understandable. But there is
really nothing to be nervous about."

An icy chill went through Heather's body. It reminded her of what she
had felt the first time she had approached the House.

"Nothing to be nervous about at all ..."

Some of the chill retreated, replaced by intense arousal. She started
to pant lightly.

Nyssa lowered her hand. Heather's gaze remained locked on Nyssa's.

"Follow me, Heather," Nyssa said with a sultry grin.

This time, when eye contact was broken, the chill did not vanish
entirely, nor did her desire to obey Nyssa's command. She followed
Nyssa into the next room, giving a small whimper as she recognized it
from her vision.

Nyssa turned and stepped up to Heather. She gently stroked Heather's
cheek. Heather mewled and leaned into it, closing her eyes as sweet
pleasure flooded over her.

"Take off your clothes, Heather."

There was one last bit of resistance. Her hands fumbled a bit as she
pulled off her shirt. They trembled as she lowered her jeans. Nyssa
came up from behind her and lightly stroked her back. Heather moaned,
and her hands smoothly slipped off the bra and panties without a word
or movement of protest.

She felt Nyssa lay a hand on her arm, and then curl her fingers around
it. She was tugged gently towards the examination table. She felt her
pussy grow hot and wet. Moving as if in a dream, she pulled herself up
onto the examination table.

Nyssa stood alongside her. Heather turned her head, and looked ... and
stared ... and one last coherent terrified thought flitted through her
mind before it was consumed.

/Oh my God, her eyes .../

Heather shivered, even as her body flushed hot. Nyssa's arctic blue
gaze felt as sharp and penetrating as icicles. Her naked body quivered.

"As I said, Heather, there's nothing to be nervous about."

Heather drew her breath in sharply. Nyssa's voice had turned sultry and
husky. Heather's eyes shimmered as they remained locked with Nyssa's.
She tried to shift her gaze, to force herself to see the miasmic fog of
Darkness that surrounded Nyssa's body, but she was unable to move.

Nyssa's hand alighted on Heather's thigh. Heather moaned and her sex
tingled madly. Her nipples hardened to tight, sensitive nubs. She was
falling. Her mind reeled.

This was what she had feared the most. This is what all of them had
feared, one of their number falling to Nyssa. She wanted someone to
find her, to rescue her, to stop Nyssa in whatever she was about to do.

But no one was coming for Heather. She was alone.

"Just relax, Heather," Nyssa said. "Relax and let go."

"N-no ..." Heather moaned. She fought it hard. But it was like trying
to fight the House that past summer. It was impossible.

The eyes. Heather could not stop gazing into their icy depths.

Nyssa slid her hand up Heather's thigh. Heather whimpered and struggled
against the powerful urge to open her legs.

"Don't fight it, Heather ... you can't fight it ... " Nyssa moved
closer. Her fingers slipped further towards Heather's mound.

Heather's eyes shimmered and grew distant. She was losing herself. She
screamed and flailed in her mind as she fell to a power she did not
understand, even as her legs slid apart and her pussy grew wet.

Nyssa leaned forward and touched her lips lightly to Heather's. Eye
contact was broken, but it mattered not. As soon as their lips touched,
and Nyssa's fingers sank into wet folds, Heather was lost. She moaned
as the last of her will succumbed and she fell into a deep trance.

Nyssa drew back. Heather's eyes were glazed and blank.

Her ruby lips curled into a wicked smile. She slowly guided Heather
onto her back, having her draw her feet towards her body and drop her
knees to either side. Nyssa let her fingers explore Heather's hot and
wet pussy, until soft moans escaped Heather's lips.

"Much better," Nyssa said in a voice of both intense lust and
insatiable hunger.

Her fingers slid into Heather's helpless cunt, moisture squishing
audibly. Heather writhed and whimpered.

Nyssa played with Heather's sex, making her rise, taking her to just
short of orgasm, and letting her fall. Each time Heather fell just
short of the prize, her whimpers grew more urgent and pitiful, and
Nyssa's smile grew more evil.

"Do you want to cum, Heather?" Nyssa said, her voice a sibilant
whisper.

Heather's voice was detached and dreamy, but there was no mistaking the
desperation in it. "Y-yes ... yes, please ... please make me cum ..."

"Then tell me what I want to know. Tell your Mistress what she
desires."

"Yes, Mistress ... yes ... anything ..."

Nyssa leaned over and gave one of Heather's nipples a single, slow
lick. Heather quivered and moaned deeply. "Tell me ..." She kissed the
nipple. " ... your deepest desire ..." She swirled her tongue around
the areola. " ... your darkest fantasy ..." She sucked the nipple into
her mouth and nibbled at it.

Heather whimpered her distress, both from hanging at the very
excruciating edge of orgasm and from the struggle to keep her secret,
the one she had been wrestling with since the House. Yet it was no
match for Nyssa's power.

"My ... my ..."

"Yes?"

"My ... my sis ... sister ..."

Nyssa lifted her head, her eyes shining, her lips curled into a most
wicked grin. She kept her hand over Heather's mound, fingers furtively
teasing the sensitized flesh, keeping Heather cruelly short of relief.

"Yes, Heather," Nyssa said softly. Her free hand reached into a
compartment on the side of the table. " ... tell me about your sister
..." She withdrew a strangely crystalline hypodermic, filled with an
emerald green fluid that glowed faintly. She flicked side with her
finger a few times. " ... every detail ... every desire ... every
/lust/ ... "

Nyssa brought the needle to Heather's arm.

Heather felt no pain whatsoever as the tip of the needle pierced her
vein. Nyssa slowly squeezed the plunger, the glowing green fluid
seeping into Heather's arm and flowing through her body. Heather
relaxed, both body and mind bathed in gentle warmth.

"Now ..." Nyssa put the hypodermic aside and leaned down towards
Heather. She gave Heather a soft kiss on the lips and whispered into
her ear, "Tell me /everything/ ..."

"My sister ... I want her ... she's so pretty ... please ... let me ...
make her ... m-make her lick me ... I want her to make me cum ... I
want to cum over her sweet little face ... uhhh ... /uhhhnn!/"

Heather gasped and moaned as she came, her body quivering with
pleasure.

"Very good, Heather," Nyssa said, giving one of Heather's still-erect
nipples a furtive lick. "Yes, I can make this happen for you ... I can
make everything you want come true ..."

Heather whimpered and shook, rattling the supports of the table. It was
as if part of her still wanted to escape. Yet she was helpless as Nyssa
kept her fingers deep inside Heather's cunt, driving her upwards again,
making her pussy ache for release once more.

"Do you want me to do this for you, Heather?" Nyssa cooed.

"I ... oh God ... uhhn ... I ..."

"Yes?"

Heather shuddered again. In a barely audible voice she croaked, "I
don't want to hurt her ..."

If Nyssa were surprised at this, she didn't show it. Instead, her lips
curled into another wicked smile. "If you don't want to hurt her, you
won't. This is all about what you want, Heather. And you want her."

"I ... I d-don't ... uhh ... I'll ... I'll make her cum, too ... she'll
... she'll enjoy it ... she'll cum and cum and she'll like it, too ...
ohhh ...!"

Heather squealed as she came again.

"That's so much better, Heather. /So/ much better. Yes, you can do
this. You can have everything you want. All you have to do is one thing
for me. One little thing. It's not so much to ask."

Heather was panting wildly, her pussy rising once more. "A-anything ...
" she breathed. "Please ... anything ... what do you want ...?"

"Pledge yourself to me. Declare me as your Mistress, and that you will
obey me."

For one last moment, Heather resisted. Images of her friends and of the
struggle they were enduring flashed through her head. It wasn't enough.
She was in too deep. She couldn't pull herself back out. She had to
trust they would find her and stop her.

"I p-pledge myself to you," Heather whispered. "You are my Mistress ...
I will ... I-I will obey you ..."

Heather tilted her head back and cried out loudly in terrible pleasure
as her final orgasm sealed her bargain with Nyssa.

Nyssa withdrew her hand. Heather's orgasm played out and she became
limp on the examination table, still deep in trance. Nyssa carefully
put the hypodermic away, smiling satisfactorily to herself. She glanced
at Heather with a look of admiration.

Heather had put up far more resistance than any of the others. Nyssa
was impressed at the girl's will. It made taking her all the more
rewarding. And it confirmed what she had suspected. Heather knew ahead
of time what Nyssa was going to do to her. She had foreknowledge of it.
Nyssa did indeed have people conspiring against her.

"Very clever, Heather," Nyssa said softly, reaching down and stroking
one of Heather's thighs. Heather quivered and moaned. "But not quite
clever enough."

Nyssa gently brought Heather to a seated position, and then to her
feet. She had Heather slip her clothes back on, still deep in trance,
eyes mindless and staring. Nyssa observed Heather for a moment, then
leaned forward and gave her another soft kiss.

Heather blinked as Nyssa pulled away, life pooling into her eyes again.

Heather took a deep breath and let it go. She looked at Nyssa, then
back down at herself, puzzled. The last thing she remembered was
stripping her clothes and sitting on the examination table. Then ...

/Those eyes./

"See?" Nyssa said with a friendly smile. "I told you there was nothing
to worry about, Heather."

Heather lifted her eyes to Nyssa's. They were the same icy arctic blue
they were before. Yet she did not feel the same chill through her own
body when she looked at them now. For some reason, they seemed more
inviting than anything else.

She took another breath. Something had changed. Her pussy ached, as if
she had just cum, and cum hard. She rubbed absently at her arm. She
seemed to remember something ... something that Cassie had said about
her arm ... but then it was gone.

"And now you can have what you want."

Heather paused a moment. "But ..."

"But what, Heather?"

"I don't understand ... this is not the House ..."

Nyssa raised her eyebrows slightly and cocked her head to one side.
"The house?"

Heather shook her head. "Never mind."

Nyssa slowly nodded. No, there was something else there, but she
decided not to push it. There would be plenty of time for her pet to
tell everything she knew. After the seed had germinated. After Nyssa
had harvested.

"Nevertheless, you can have what you want," Nyssa repeated. "You can
have her."

Heather's eyes widened. "She doesn't want it."

"She will."

Heather hesitated. "She will?"

"Yes. Because it's what you want."

"I just want what's best for her."

"Of course you do. And what is better than having her enjoy it as
well?"

Heather slowly nodded and smiled. "You're right. What could be better
than that? She always whines when she has to do something she doesn't
like. If she likes it ..."

"Then there's no problem, is there?"

Heather shook her head. "Of course not." A gentle wave of pleasure
washed over her. She smiled. "We'll both enjoy it."

Nyssa glanced at the clock. It was approaching the top of the hour.
"Now, Heather, I need you to stay here for a while longer."

Heather looked at the clock herself. "I'll miss my next class."

"I know. You're not going to attend the rest of your classes today."

"I'm not?"

"No. I'm going to excuse you from them and send you home. We'll tell
your mother you're not feeling well and need to go home and rest."

"But why?"

Nyssa's lips curled. "I think you know why, Heather."

Heather paused a moment. She drew in a deep breath. Melinda would see
it. They all would see it. The thought made her shudder and sent a tiny
flicker of doubt to her eyes.

Nyssa was quite satisfied. That reaction had told her what she wanted
to know. Heather's little sister was a Sensitive as well! And Heather
knew that if she tried attending the rest of the her classes, her
sister might see her and be forewarned.

Nyssa was positively delighted. She almost could not believe her good
fortune.

Heather finally nodded. "Yes, all right."

"Of course it's all right, Heather, love. Because you'll do exactly
what I tell you to do." Nyssa gently stroked Heather's cheek. "Won't
you?"

Heather drew in a deep breath and let it go as a soft moan as her body
shivered with pleasure. "Yes, Mistress."



Penny said not a word to her daughter as she pulled the car out of the
parking lot of the school and onto the street.

What was there to be said? Penny had had the feeling that something was
not right when she had first received the phone call about her
daughter. The moment she had seen Heather standing there, perfectly
healthy, giving her an odd little smile, Penny had felt her heart drop
into her stomach.

The one thing that she had so hoped would not happen to her daughter
had happened.

Penny had no ability to see the Darkness. She didn't need it. As far as
she had fallen to it, it was something she simply sensed. She could
almost reach out and touch it.

Halfway home, Penny could no longer stand the silence.

"Heather, are you all right?"

Heather turned her gaze to her mother. For the first time in a long
while, it was free of fear and revulsion. Heather no longer saw the
aura. It was finally gone for good. Her lips curled into a pleasant
smile at the thought. "I'll be fine, mother," she said softly. "I just
need to get home and rest for a bit."

The calm in Heather's voice was chilling. Penny's heart pounded.
Suddenly something became crystal clear to her.

"You knew," Penny said simply.

"Knew what, mother?"

"About me. What ... what happened to me."

Heather remained quiet for a long moment. "Does it matter?" she asked
finally.

"But you knew. You saw it. Somehow, you did."

"Yes," Heather said very softly. "I saw it. But not anymore."

Penny trembled in her seat.

"Isn't that good, though?"

Penny swallowed. She didn't know how to answer that.

"I'll be fine, mother," Heather said. "Really."

"Don't hurt anyone, Heather."

Heather blinked and stared at her mother. "Huh?"

"Please. Whatever you do, try not to hurt anyone."

"But I don't want to ..."

"Sometimes you can fight it," Penny said in a lower, slightly strained
voice. "If ... i-if what it wants you to do would really hurt someone
... it doesn't want to hurt ... it ... it just ..."

Penny gasped as a car blared its horn to her left, the driver hurling
an expletive as he passed. She yanked the wheel and stopped the car
from drifting into the other lane. She took a few deep breaths to try
to calm herself.

"Mother?" Heather asked with concern. "Are /you/ all right?"

No, Penny was not all right. She could finally admit this to herself.
She had not been all right for the past year, not since she had fallen.
Yet even as she came to this realization, already the Darkness was
gently steering her thoughts to things more acceptable. She fought it,
but it was in vain.

Her daughter had fallen. Now Heather would serve it as well. Just as
Penny had for the past year. Now her daughter could spread the
Darkness. Penny blinked rapidly a few times and squirmed in her seat as
her pussy grew warm and moist. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she
was rewarded for her good thoughts.

"I'm better now, Heather," Penny said in a softer voice, gently smiling
at her daughter as her mind was adjusted. Now what had happened to
Heather was a wonderful thing. Now they finally shared something in
common.

Penny pulled the car into the driveway of the Sovert house. Some part
of her that could still act outside the influence of the Darkness
managed to ask, "Heather, was it the school nurse?"

Heather nodded. "Yes, it was her." She paused. For a moment, there was
a conflict in her mind. Flashes of memory of what had happened with
Jason, the way he had fainted when he had come out from under Nyssa's
influence ...

She took a deep breath and let it go. The conflict faded, and she
thought again of how soon she would be able to give into the desires
that had so plagued her for so long. Her own pussy grew hot and aroused
as well in reward.

"I do what she tells me," Heather said. Her pussy throbbed in delight.
She uttered a sultry sigh. "She said it was okay."

Penny parked the car and turned her head towards Heather, smiling
slightly. "Of ... of course it is," she said, faltering only slightly.
"Everything will be fine, Heather. It will all work out."

Heather paused. Again her mind seemed to freeze in conflict. It was
short-lived. She nodded slowly. "It will. I'm sure of that now."
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