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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: 25 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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Like the others before her, Melinda had a restless night.

Each time she rose from deep sleep into dream sleep, the seed of the
Darkness that had been planted inside her grew. Its tendrils reached
inexorably into the surreal landscape of her dream world, shaping it as
they desired.

Even on this ethereal plane, however, Melinda fought it.

A little knowledge was a dangerous thing, and the Darkness now fully
understood this. Yet even forewarned as she was, she was not forearmed,
and her resistance was not strong enough to push the Darkness back.

By the time the sun rose and her mind rose into the strange realm of
waking dreams, she had nearly lost the will to fight it. Her last
dreams, the most vivid of them all, showed Melinda her place. The
Darkness was never scary or intimidating, and that had made it all the
harder to fight. To give into it was to give into exquisite pleasure.

Melinda woke from her last dream with a start and uttered a soft gasp
as she found Heather sitting on the edge of her bed, smiling down at
her.

"Time to wake up, sleepyhead," Heather said in a tender voice.

Melinda moaned and struggled to push the erotic thoughts from her
consciousness that the last dream had left behind. They were loathe to
depart, and she had little strength left to use against them. Now she
understood why it was two step process. A whole night of relentless
dreams was near impossible to fight or ignore, and drained the will of
the power to resist any further.

She sat up in bed, closing her eyes and quivering. Her pussy was damp
and aching. Her nipples were hard and tingling madly.

Heather smiled and reached out casually with a single hand. She cupped
one of Melinda's breasts and squeezed it, rubbing the sensitized nipple
with her thumb.

"Uhhnn ..." Melinda moaned, leaning into the touch. "Uhhh ... oh God
..."

She squirmed on the bed, her pussy growing very wet.

"I wish I could take you now, baby sis," Heather said softly. "But we
have to take care of breakfast first."

Melinda blinked uncomprehendingly at Heather, her mind still in a fog.

"You know how Mom likes us to be together for breakfast on Saturdays."

"B-breakfast ... with Mom and Dad ... but h-how can I ..." She abruptly
uttered a tiny squeal as Heather lightly pinched her nipple.

Heather chuckled and withdrew her hand. "You'll be okay," she said,
rising from the bed. "I won't touch you anymore like that until
afterward."

Melinda felt a surge of disappointment at this. She took a deep breath
and fought this down. She still had some of her willpower left. Maybe
if Heather left her alone for a little bit she could fight back. She
could resist when Heather tried to finish it.

When Heather would try to enslave her.

Melinda shuddered. She managed to cling to that. She did not want to be
enslaved. Not to anyone, and certainly not to her sister.

"You better get your shower," Heather said. She returned to her own bed
and smiled as she fixed her eyes on her little sister.

Melinda just nodded and started towards the bathroom.

"Wait a moment, baby sis. You forgot something."

"Huh?" Melinda said in confusion, though in the back of her mind she
already had an idea what Heather was going to ask of her.

"You can't take your shower with your night clothes on, now can you?"

Melinda swallowed. She was already reaching to unbutton her nightgown.
Her hands faltered.

"You're not mine yet, Melinda," Heather said in a husky voice. "But you
still need to be a good little girl for me. Isn't that what you want?"

Melinda bit her lip as her body shivered in response. Waves of pleasure
came over her as she was forced to think as Heather wished it. Her
resistance was only enough to allow her to shout in her mind against
it, but her hands dutifully undressed herself, and her sexual arousal
grew in equal measure with how much of herself she exposed.

Finally Melinda was standing naked, her body visibly trembling,
partially from desire, partially from the continuing struggle in her
mind.

"You're so cute when you're naked, baby sis," Heather cooed. "Maybe you
can do that more often around the house."

Melinda whimpered. Her pussy glistened with moisture.

"I can see what Jason likes about you now."

Melinda drew in her breath and let it go as a ragged sigh. The thought
of Jason managed to spark a fire of rebellion inside her. "P-please
don't make me give him up, Heather," she blurted.

Heather paused a moment. In those few seconds, the first flicker of
doubt appeared in her eyes. Yet it was gone just as quickly as it had
come.

Melinda had seen it. Moreover, the aura around Heather had reacted to
it. It grew momentarily agitated, swirling and writhing almost
randomly, before settling back to what it was before.

"Heather ... y-you can fight it ..." Melinda croaked.

Heather stood and strolled over to her. "I don't want to fight it."

"You're lying," Melinda piped. "You are. I-I can see it in ... in ...
n-no ... no, stop ..."

Heather slid a single hand down Melinda's side, trailing little ripples
of pleasure through Melinda's body.

"S-stop ..." she moaned. "I ... I c-can't think wh-when you do that
..."

"I don't want to fight it," Heather said in a sultry voice, steadier
this time. Her hand slid over Melinda's hip. "And you don't either."

"Y-yes, I do ... I w-want ... I ..."

Melinda abruptly stopped as Heather's hand played along the insides of
Melinda's thighs. Melinda panted hard, sliding her feet apart, silently
begging for her pussy to be touched.

"Should I take you now?" Heather asked.

Melinda forced herself not to reply, for she knew what answer she would
give.

Heather smiled and withdrew her hand. "Go take your shower, baby sis.
I'll let you calm down. We'll let the rest wait until later."

Melinda just nodded and retreated into the bathroom.

She tried desperately to fight off the influence of the Darkness as she
prepared the shower. It was exhausting. She kept wanting to slip off
into blind obedience to her own growing desires towards her sister.

She had to hold on. If there was any chance of being rescued from this,
she had to give Jason the time to do it. Surely he would come up with
something.

If he even knew about it.



Jason was barely awake when he realized that the phone was ringing.

He scrambled out of bed as fast as he could. He had no idea how long it
had been ringing. On the fourth the answering machine would pick up, as
his parents refused to answer the phone directly before they rose in
the morning.

Yet he had a feeling it was for him. He was the only one in the house
that had friends that would have cause to call on the land line at that
hour of the morning. His father received all of his calls from the
hospital on his cell phone.

He stumbled over to the phone and snatched up the receiver. "Hello??"

"Hi, Jason, it's me, Cassie."

"Oh, Cassie, hi," Jason said, then immediately lowered his voice.
"What's up? Is there something wrong?"

"Just wanted to check if you were doing okay. I didn't have a chance to
call you after I got off the phone with Melinda," Cassie said, her
voice sad.

"I'm doing okay. Are you? You sound upset."

Cassie sighed. "I got in trouble with my mother for yesterday."

"Huh? Why? What happened?"

"Did Melinda give you the details on how I stopped Ned?"

"No, she didn't."

Cassie recounted the tale for him.

Jason grinned. "Wow. I'm seriously impressed."

"Thank you. But my mother wasn't. Now if I want to leave the car to
visit with friends, Harry has to come with me."

Jason sighed. "Damn. Well, wait, we may still be able to salvage this.
Once Heather is better, we can put her or Melinda with you and she can
leave the car instead. And maybe I can talk to Richie and convince him
to resolve this issue with his detention."

"Jason, you talked to Melinda last night, right?" Cassie asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Did she seem ... I don't know, a little off to you?"

Jason paused, feeling a chill come over him. "Yes, she did. Did you
have any odd dreams last night about her?"

"Sort of. It was hard to tell. I saw Heather and Melinda together, but
I didn't understand what I was seeing. Actually, my dreams about Marcie
Fuller are getting more ..."

"Describe it. The dream about Heather and Melinda, that is."

Cassie paused a moment. "I saw them in a room together. I think it was
their bedroom, since they were sitting on the edge of a bed. Heather
was trying to be affectionate towards Melinda, and Melinda was
resisting it."

Jason went stark silent, his heart leaping into his throat.

"Jason, are you there? Is something wrong?"

Jason felt like beating his head into the wall. /Why didn't I SEE this
before now?!/ he silently chastised himself.

No, he knew why he had not seen it. He had let his ego get in the way
of logical thinking. He had assumed that if Heather was taken by Nyssa,
he would be the target. He had never expected her to go after Melinda,
not from the revulsion she had shown after Richie had made them go at
it in the House.

It /still/ didn't make any sense to him. Nyssa dealt only with existing
desires, or so he had thought. Did Heather always harbor a desire for
Melinda?

"Yes, there's something wrong," he said in a badly quavering voice.
"Cassie, I need your help. Can you get down here this morning?"

"I can't, Jason. We're going away for the weekend. We leave in ten
minutes and won't be back until late tomorrow."

"Dammit," Jason muttered.

"I know, I know! It's not like we're even close to these relatives
we're visiting! It's just so we can show off how fancy we dress and how
much money we have. I was lucky they let me call you."

"It's okay, Cassie."

"Jason, you don't think something's wrong, do you?" Cassie asked
anxiously. "I mean, Heather was just sick, right? She wasn't ... you
know ..."

Jason paused a moment. "I'm not sure anymore."

"Oh no ..." Cassie said in a small voice.

"I might be wrong. In fact, I really hope I'm wrong."

"If something happened to Heather, we're screwed, Jason! She's our
Precog! Without her ..."

"You, me, and Melinda did rather well without her yesterday."

"You can't just write off ..."

"I'm not! I just don't want us to panic, okay?!" Jason cried. What he
didn't add was that he was doing plenty of panicking for the both of
them.

"If Heather's been taken, we have to stop her from trying to do
whatever it is to whoever her victim is."

Jason bit his lip, a shiver passing through him. He suddenly felt a
surge of guilt. Part of him had actually felt a tiny amount of sexual
excitement at the memory of Heather and Melinda being made to go at
each other at the House. "I know. But you can't help me, and she's not
likely to oblige and wait until the afternoon."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'll have to call Richie and get him to help. Maybe if I call him
right now I can catch him before he heads off to play ball with his
friends or whatever."

"Okay, but please, call me as soon as you know anything. Leave a
message if I'm not here. Just say whether Heather is okay or not, you
don't have to leave any more detail than that."

"Will do."

"Bye, Jason. Good luck."

"Thanks. Bye."



Richie's voice, distantly at first and then steadily stronger: " ...
fine, don't get your panties in a twist, 'kay, Mom? I'll just be a sec
... Yo."

"Richie, I need your help," said Jason.

"No can do, pardner. About to step out to see my Mom's sister across
town for the yearly visit that's supposed to convince her we're not the
cheap white trash we look like."

Jason sighed. "Anyway you can get out of it?"

Richie snorted. "Yeah, I wish. Her sister looks like a vulture and
smells almost as bad." There was a ruckus in the background and
Richie's voice went distant. "Hey, you don't like her either, Mom!" he
shouted. "That was nothing considerin' some of the names you call her!"

"Look, Richie, be serious! Something might be wrong with Heather."

"I thought she had gone home sick yesterday."

"She did, but ... I can't explain it, but I think something might be
wrong. Nyssa might have gotten to her."

There was a pause at the other end. "Oh, really?" he asked in a hollow
voice.

"Yeah, really," Jason said in annoyance. "I might not be able to get
out the house for a little bit, since my Dad has chores around here
that need to be done. You're just down the block from Heather, can't
you just check to see she's okay, and that she hasn't done anything to
Melinda?"

"Huh? Melinda? Why do you think ... oh, wait, you mean Heather's going
after ... wow, fucking kinky, dude!"

"There's nothing amusing about this, dammit!"

"Okay, okay, Jesus. Between you and my Mom nagging me today, it's a
wonder I have such a sunny disposition today."

"Huh, yeah, you do sound chipper today."

"Got big plans for today, dude, after the trip to my aunt's lair."

"I may have to ask you to take a raincheck on them."

Richie laughed. "A big negarino to that, nerd-boy."

"Richie, I'm gambling that Heather can't do anything to Melinda until
the parents are away. I need you to help me get into that house somehow
and stop them. Cassie did a trick with Ned where she used a diversion
at one door to ..."

"Sorry, man, afraid I can't help."

Jason was almost too nonplussed to reply at first. "What??"

"Maybe next time, you know?"

"What the hell are you talking about? You have to do this for me!"

Richie snorted. "Oh yeah? Why?"

"You're in the Harbingers, and Heather is your friend."

"Huh, yeah, a friend. Tell me another one."

"Richie, please ... she might do something to Melinda ... we don't know
if any of this can be reversed once it does happen."

Richie sighed and became distant again. "Okay, Mom, I'm coming." He
came back loud again. "Gotta go, dude."

"Richie! Wait! Please, you have to ..."

"Dude, chill," Richie said coolly. "About time you learned something
about me."

"What's that?"

"I don't have to do anything I don't want to."

Jason blinked in surprise at the abrupt click that followed, and spent
the next few moments in stunned surprise listening to a disconnected
line.



Sandra glanced at her son in annoyance for perhaps the fourth time
since they left the house as she drove towards her sister's house. "All
right, out with it," she finally demanded.

Richie took a moment to respond, lost in his own thoughts. "Huh? What?"

Sandra rolled her eyes. "Huh? What?" she repeated mockingly. "If that's
how attentive you are in your classes, no wonder you still have fuckin'
detention."

"Yeah, fine, whatever," Richie said with a snort.

"So what's going on with you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You've been sitting there since we left the house lookin' like you
just smoked something real good," Sandra said sharply. "You're even
fuckin' smug about it."

Richie just shrugged. He had not realized that he was being that
obvious. All he could think about was Linda Davis and what she was
going to be doing for him all day. He was so excited he wished there
was someone he could tell about it.

This just made him smile broadly again.

"There it is again," Sandra said. "So what's going on? What have you
done this time that you're so sure you got away with and how much is it
gonna cost me when we find out that you didn't?"

Richie sighed. "It's nothing like that, Mom."

"Yeah, tell me another one."

"I'm serious! I just ... I just have some plans this afternoon, that's
all."

He started to smile again. Something about the way he did that sent a
shiver up Sandra's spine. "What plans?"

"They're personal. As in none of your business."

"I'm your mother, remember? Your business /is/ my fuckin' business."

Richie just barely stopped himself from blowing up at his mother.
Finally things were going to go right for him. He couldn't afford to
have them screwed up this close to getting what he wanted.

He took a moment to calm himself, though his voice still had a
sarcastic edge to it when he spoke. "I got sort of a date this
afternoon with a girl I've wanted for a while."

Sandra considered this for a moment. She didn't like the sound of that.
Or the look on his face as he said it.

"A date?" Sandra asked. "Just a date?"

Richie knew he should just stick with that story, but he felt too smug
about what he had done. "Yeah, just like you have 'dates,' huh?"

"Aw, fuck."

"Now you got it."

"Don't be a wiseass, Richie. Goddamn. What did I tell you?"

Richie groaned. "Look, you already had the freakin' safe-sex talk with
me, okay?"

"That's not what I mean. Who is it?"

"Who's what?"

"The girl you're about to screw, stupid."

Richie's expression hardened. When his mother got to the point where
she started insulting him, it generally had the effect of making him
stop talking. This time he felt too emboldened by what he had done to
remain silent. "What the fuck difference does it make?"

"You know I told you there are certain people in this town you don't
want to mess with!"

Richie laughed.

Sandra pulled the car rather abruptly into a parking space by the side
of the street a half-block from her sister's house. She killed the
engine and glared at him. "What's so funny?"

"Make up your mind, Mom. What advice do you want me to follow?"

Sandra looked at him in confusion. "Huh?"

"Huh?" Richie mocked in return. "You can have me follow that advice, or
..." He grinned. " ... the really useful advice you gave me the other
day."

Sandra frowned. "You're making even less sense than usual."

"Control or be controlled is what you said."

Sandra shuddered. "What?? But that ..." She paused a moment. Her heart
was racing. "Richie, please ... tell me you didn't ..."

"Didn't what?! Didn't decide to do something for me for a change?
Didn't decide I wanted a piece of what everyone else has?"

Sandra put a trembling hand over her eyes.

"You should be proud of me, you know that? You said control or be
controlled. I decided I wanted to control, and that's what I got. Now
I'm safe. I get to call the shots. That's what you wanted, right?"

"And does that mean you're going to start 'calling the shots' with me
again?!" Sandra shouted. "/Like you did over the summer?!/"

The both of them were stunned into silence. Sandra for actually giving
vent to her fears, and Richie for hearing her mother finally come out
and accuse him of the truth.

Richie recovered first and shook his head slowly. "No, Mom. I'm not
gonna do that to you."

"Yeah, well, thank heaven for fuckin' small favors, huh?" Sandra
snapped. Though there was a sarcastic tone to her voice, there was
obvious relief in it as well.

"You're being controlled enough," Richie said in a low, resentful
voice. "You don't need me to help you there."

Sandra gave her son a stricken look at first, but it quickly became
cold and hard. "Shut up and get out of the car so we can get this over
with."



Melinda tried hard to make breakfast last as long as she could. She
tried to engage in conversation with her parents as much as possible.
She tried to focus on something else other than the slow burn in her
pussy that would not go away, or the erotic imagery that would
occasionally flicker through the back of her mind.

It finally started to work. She got both her parents engaged in a topic
even after breakfast was done and the empty dishes were still lying on
the table. But then Heather caught on to her clandestine show of
resistance and put a stop to it.

It didn't take much. During a lull in the conversation, Heather simply
reached over and placed a hand on Melinda's arm, caressing it lightly.
Melinda lost her train of thought immediately and uttered a soft little
whimper as her body trembled. Despite looking right at her at the time,
her Dad barely seemed to notice what had happened.

"Melinda and I will be spending the day together," Heather said.

"That's a wonderful idea, dear," said Penny with a gentle smile. "It's
nice seeing you two get along so well for a change."

"So what are you going to be doing?" David Sovert asked.

Heather grinned. She stroked Melinda's arm. "Let's just say we'll be
getting to know each other better."

Melinda wanted to say something. She wanted to try to get her father's
attention. But when Heather began touching her again, it was all she
could do not to mindlessly mewl in pleasure.

Worst of all, she remembered how he had been oblivious to what was
going on between her and Jason. If he could not see something happening
right before him, and if her mother could either not see it or not
care, then there was no hope under this roof. They didn't even have to
be out of the house anymore. It was that bad.

"Well, don't let us keep you, then," said Penny.

Heather withdrew her arm. Melinda forced herself to take a few deep
breaths and struggled to think again. As she stood up with everyone
else, she managed to blurt out, "I'll help with clearing the table,
Mom."

She reached for a plate and picked it up in a shaking hand. Penny
placed her hand over Melinda's and gently forced her daughter to lower
it.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Melinda. Please, go with your sister. I'll
take care of this."

Melinda gave her mother a stricken look, the plate slipping from her
fingers and clattering to the table top. Heather came up from behind
and placed her hands on Melinda shoulders. Melinda felt her resistance
melt away, her eyes growing half-lidded as Heather massaged her
shoulders and neck.

"I've got some work to do out in the backyard today, honey," David said
to Penny, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Take your time, love," Penny replied. "We'll be just fine."

Melinda mustered enough willpower to turn her eyes forlornly towards
her father. He simply smiled at her and headed out of the dining room
and through the kitchen to the backyard. Her eyes shimmered, only to
close again with a soft sigh of pleasure when Heather slid her hands
down Melinda's sides and hips.

Penny turned to the two of them. "I'll let you have your privacy."

"May we close the door, Mom?" asked Heather.

"Yes, of course. You won't be disturbed in the least. I'll make sure of
that."

Melinda's heart broke. Now she knew for sure that her own mother was in
on this as well. Her mother was purposely making it easier for Heather
to enslave her own little sister. Whatever hope she felt there had been
for her mother died at that moment.

"Thanks, Mom. You're the best."

"From now on, Heather, anything for you. Anything at all."

The betrayal was so utter, complete, and shocking that it barreled past
the Darkness and onto Melinda's face.

Penny looked down and her eyes clouded. Her lips parted, and there was
the barest flicker of change from her aura as a tiny sigh of sorrow and
sympathy came forth. It was short-lived, and the tumult in Melinda's
mind prevented her from seeing it. Instead, she saw the tender smile
that came to her mother's lips. She would remember that moment for a
very long time, regardless of what happened next.

"It's going to be wonderful, Melinda," Penny said, her voice a touch
sultry. Her own pussy grew damp as she spoke. "It ... it won't hurt at
all. Please trust me, love"

Melinda could not respond. Her throat seemed to close up on her. She
started to squirm under Heather's hands around her hips. Yet there was
no mistaking the look in her eyes. It said that Melinda would never
trust anything her mother said or did ever again.

Penny saw it. Her facial expression did not change. Yet she blinked
away a single tear.

She was about to say something else when the front door bell rang. She
rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'll get that. You two go on and have your
fun. Take as long as you need."

She turned away and headed through the living room.

Melinda bit her lip as her mother left. She mustered up every ounce of
will she had left, only to feel it begin to slip away from her again as
Heather slid her hands under Melinda's shirt and caressed the skin of
her sides directly.

"Heather ... please ..." Melinda moaned. "Stop ... don't ... don't do
this to me ... don't ... uhhn ..."

Heather slid her hands up and played along the very edge of Melinda's
breasts. "It's going to be the most pleasure you've ever had, baby
sis," Heather cooed softly in Melinda's ear. "Nothing will be better."

Melinda's pussy started to soak into her panties. She gritted her
teeth, trying to hold on for a few more moments.

"Now ... let's go upstairs."

She fought it. For a few seconds she resisted, but it was too powerful
for her. Her body trembled and she started to turn towards the stairs.

She was granted a momentary reprieve by a sudden noise from the kitchen
that made Heather turn her head and gasp, letting Melinda break free
just enough to turn her head as well. At the same time, their mother
answered the front door, only to find no one there.



Jason wanted to kick himself. How long had he been hovering near the
Sovert house before he thought of the little remote control he came up
with for their doorbell? He simply needed an opportunity to use it.

At first he was sure that he would see Heather and Melinda's parents
leave the house. Then that would be his cue to ring the front doorbell,
and when Heather went to answer it, break in from the back. He had
crept along the side of the house and hid in the small alley there
waiting for them to leave.

Jason grew increasingly antsy when no one left the house. When he
finally did hear something, it was the back door. He carefully crept up
to the gate to the back yard until he saw David Sovert. Jason watched
with increasing dismay as he went to the shed in the corner, took out
some tools, and got to work in a far corner of the yard.

Now he knew he had to change his game plan. He also came to a stark
realization about not just the Darkness but Haven itself. This
epiphany, however, would have to wait.

Jason was desperate. He had to get in the house and stop this.

His mind raced. If he rang the bell, who would answer the door?
Heather? Melinda? Mrs. Sovert? Whoever it was, just a momentary bit of
puzzlement over no one at the door would not be enough. He had to do
something to make the person curious enough to linger. Or better, to go
outside.

Jason ran back to the front corner of the house where he had almost
tripped over a small bush. He crouched and wrapped his hands around the
stem near the ground and pulled. When it would not budge, he tried
digging around it a bit with his hands until it loosened. After a few
tries, the bush partially uprooted, partially broke at the stem. It
would be good enough.

He glanced about the street to see if anyone was looking. He dashed
over to a point on the front walk near the street and dumped the bush
there. It was well within sight of the front door.

Jason dashed back along the side of the house and peered over the gate.
David was turned away, and there was a large tree between him and
Jason. Jason looked down and saw that the gate was latched but not
locked from the other side. It was a simple slide lever latch.

Quickly he slipped off his belt. He dangled the buckle on the other
side and snagged the handle on the second try. He tugged it up and out
of the slot, then pulled the belt to the side to slide it back. He
jostled the gate when it wouldn't move at first until it snapped back
with a small report. He looked up in fear, but David was still at the
far corner of the lawn, intent on his task of digging up a broken
sprinkler head.

Jason thrust a hand into his pocket and found the button. He pressed
it, and was rewarded with the distant sound of a doorbell.

He didn't wait. He immediately dropped to a crouch and pushed open the
gate. He quickly jogged across the grass and up the stairs to the back
patio and into the kitchen of the Sovert household.

He took no more than about three steps inside when his eyes fell on
Heather and Melinda, and theirs fell on him. For a few moments, all
three were too shocked to react.

Jason's eyes widened. The aura on Heather's body was unmistakable. But
it was not so much the presence of the aura itself that so astonished
him in that moment. The level of detail he was now seeing in the
Darkness was as breathtaking as it was frightening. The patterns that
had befuddled him in their chaos now amazed him in their complex but
logical structure. It was as if something had awakened in his head,
enabling him to begin to understand what he was seeing.

But he wasn't ready for this understanding yet. Not now, not with
Melinda in trouble.

At this thought, his gaze shifted to Melinda and his heart lurched. He
saw where Heather's hands were and his fear and shock turned to anger.
His eyes flicked past them until he saw Penny step out of the house and
onto the walk.

"Heather ..." Jason began in an urgent whisper.

"You shouldn't have done this, Jason," Heather said. "You ..."

"Heather, /back off./ Now."

Heather paused. Her aura writhed as if in anger. Melinda whimpered and
tried to pull away. Heather responded by cupping Melinda's breasts and
squeezing them. Melinda moaned and collapsed back against her big
sister.

"Heather, stop it!" Jason hissed. "She's your sister!"

"It doesn't matter, Jason," Heather said in a voice that was husky, but
with eyes that were pleading and despairing. "I can't."

"Yes you can, if you want to!"

"That's just it. I don't want to. That's what her power is, Jason. We
realized it too late. She makes you want it. You can't stop because you
don't want to stop."

"And Melinda? You're going to make her want it too?"

"That's how it works. She'll love it, as if it was what she wanted all
along. It's ... it's not that bad. It's ..."

Jason was no longer listening. He surged forward, intending to make a
grab for Melinda and pull her away from Heather. Melinda was in such a
fog from the intense pleasure radiating through her body that she was
barely conscious of what was happening. It was only when she was
suddenly yanked from Heather's embrace that she snapped out of it,
mewling a protest as she was taken away from the source of her delight.

Heather gasped, giving him a stricken look. The aura around her
shuddered violently. Her body shook, fighting the impulse to grab
Melinda back from him, as if part of her still wanted Melinda to
escape.

Jason tried to pull Melinda to him. He was going to throw an arm around
her and take her out the back door of the house.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated. An uprooted bush on the walk was not
sufficient a distraction for this long. In his excitement, he did not
see Penny Sovert rushing through the living room. It was only when she
grabbed Jason's arm and wrenched it back did he understand.

He lost his grip on Melinda. Melinda stood dazed for a moment, and by
the time she recovered and started to stagger away, Heather came up
from behind and wrapped her arms around Melinda. Melinda uttered a sigh
of delight and settled into her sister's arms, what little of her will
remained too exhausted to fight anymore.

Penny and Jason stared at each other for a moment. Penny let go of his
arm and took a step back. She took a deep breath and let it go before
she spoke. "Jason, if you leave quietly now, I'll just forget this
happened."

Jason's mouth dropped open. He looked back at Heather. Her aura had
surged back and settled to its normal pattern. The shock was almost too
much to comprehend. When it had really mattered, he had screwed up. He
didn't get there in time. He didn't stop it.

He turned to Penny, his eyes burning. "You know what's going on, don't
you? You know exactly what's going on. And you're going to allow it!"

Penny sighed. "Jason, I ..."

"/What the hell kind of mother are you?!/"

Dead silence followed in the wake of his cutting remark.

"You don't understand the whole story, Jason," Penny said quietly. "You
don't have the big picture."

"Oh, yes, I do. I just figured it out myself. I ..." He stopped.

"Yes?"

He shook his head. He only realized now that if he were right, anything
he said here might be like saying it right in front of Nyssa. He might
have already said too much.

"No, you only think you understand. You really don't. If you did, you'd
understand this was for the best. She ... the both of them ... will be
safe now."

Jason gaped at her. "Safe??"

He looked over to Heather and Melinda. Heather had a small smile on her
face, her eyes distant. Her hands slowly stroked Melinda's sides,
occasionally cupping Melinda's breasts. Melinda lay limp against her,
moaning and whimpering. The crotch of her shorts were stained dark and
glistening.

He looked back to Penny. "You have a hell of a definition of safe."

"They won't be hurt, Jason," Penny said, her eyes hard. "This is the
best they can hope for. At least they will be happy. There's no more
that will be asked of them."

"Does it ask a lot more of you then?" Jason asked coldly.

Penny did not reply. But the look in her eyes was response enough.

Jason heaved a sigh. The anger drained from his eyes. He looked over to
Melinda. After a few seconds, Melinda raised her gaze to his.

"I'm sorry," Jason said, his voice strained. "I tried, Melinda. I
really tried. I'm sorry."

Melinda fought through the overwhelming waves of pleasure now rising up
from her body into her mind. She swallowed and gave him a slight nod.
Her eyes shimmered. She was not angry with him. It wasn't his fault.

"S-stop .... stop h-her ..." Melinda said in a bare whisper. "Stop
N-nyssa ... please ..."

"You better leave, Jason," Penny said sternly, pointing to the front
door. "Now."

With tremendous effort, he tore his eyes from Melinda and trudged
through the living room and out the front door. He pulled the door
closed behind him without a word.

Penny watched him go until the door was closed. She turned her gaze
back to Heather. "Take her upstairs, Heather," she said in a small,
slightly choked voice. She turned away without waiting for a response
and retreated into her sewing room, closing the door behind her.

Melinda gave her sister a dreamy smile when Heather's arm went around
her waist. Heather chuckled softly. "You're finally giving in, aren't
you? It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Uhhn ... yeah ..." Melinda sighed. "Nice ..."

Heather guided her up the stairs. As they grew close to the bedroom,
Melinda felt a tiny tendril of her remaining will trying to reassert
itself. It could do little more than make her utter a few distressed
whimpers and her feet falter a little as she crossed the threshold.

Heather closed the door behind them. Heather came up behind her and
reached under her shirt. This time there was nothing delicate about it.
She kneaded Melinda's breasts, squeezing them tightly and rubbing at
the hardened nipples. Melinda squealed in delight.

"Take off your clothes, baby sis."

Heather withdrew from her. Melinda panted as she hurriedly undressed.
Her pussy was sopping, her thighs wet with her moisture. She quivered
when she felt Heather's arms slide around her from behind.

"Now, baby sis ..." Heather cooed into Melinda's ear. One hand slipped
down to Melinda's sex. "Let /go/ ..."

Heather's fingers squished as they slipped into Melinda's steaming
cunt.

Melinda gasped loudly and shuddered. Her teeth clenched and her body
tensed in one final act of defiance, then fell limp as her pussy
exploded into orgasm. She cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed her,
crashing into her mind and erasing the last shreds of resistance. She
mewled and moaned as her pussy throbbed and throbbed, and it seemed as
if it would never end.

Heather withdrew her hand. Melinda was still panting even as her climax
faded. Heather turned Melinda around in her arms. Melinda's eyes rose
to Heather's. She gave a desperately needful moan and pressed her lips
to her sister's mouth. Their kiss quickly escalated, growing
passionate, and then lustful, lips parting and tongues sliding past.

Heather broke off the kiss. "And now, baby sis ... what do you want to
do more than anything right now?"

"I want to lick your pussy, Mistress," Melinda breathed.

"And when I cum?"

"I want you to cum over me. Over my face. Please."

Heather smiled and kissed her little sister again. "You're going to be
such a good little girl for me, Melinda," Heather cooed as she
undressed.

Melinda giggled at this. She felt her pussy grow wet again as she
watched Heather strip. Melinda licked her lips, panting lightly as
Heather slid her shorts and panties down her legs at the same time. Her
eyes dropped to Heather's sex and she shivered in anticipation and
growing lust.

Heather went up to her and lightly stroked one of Melinda's nipples.
Melinda moaned and trembled. "If you're good, baby sis, if you're
really good, maybe I'll take a little taste of you."

"Oh, please ... I'd love to have you lick me, Mistress ..." Melinda
moaned.

"Maybe. First things first. You ready?"

Melinda nodded eagerly.

Heather took Melinda's hand and led her over to the bed. Heather
climbed on first, lying on her back and spreading her legs wide and
invitingly. She stroked the insides of her thighs with her fingers.
"Come here, baby sis."

Melinda climbed onto the bed, quivering with need. All her will was
consumed in the gently throbbing pleasure from her aroused pussy, which
ached and strained for release again, pushing her mind into complete
obedience to her sister's desires.

Yet as much as she longed to taste Heather's hot pussy in her mouth,
she looked up at her sister and waited for Heather's command.

Heather looked back into Melinda's eyes, eyes now glazed over in
mindless obedience to not only Heather's whims but her own body's now
burning need to experience pleasure. In that moment, Heather felt a
lucidity that she had not had since Nyssa had taken her.

"I don't know why I want this, Melinda," she said softly, her voice
weak. "It was the House ... I never felt this way towards you before
this ... never ... please believe me ..."

"Please let me lick you, Mistress," Melinda begged. "Please let me make
you cum."

Heather drew in her breath sharply. The moment had passed, and in that
time, her own lust had risen to overwhelming levels. Her hand stretched
forward and she grabbed Melinda's hair, and shoved her little sister's
face into her mound.

Melinda uttered a muffled mewling noise and plunged her tongue into
Heather's folds. Heather threw her head back and moaned deeply as she
felt Melinda lap at her swollen clit with crazed abandon. Melinda
panted hard through her nose, inhaling the overpowering musky scent of
Heather's arousal, which made her tremble even more with intense
excitement.

Melinda clamped her lips to Heather's mound and sucked hard. Heather
uttered a shrill cry, panting wildly as she let herself give in to the
passion of the moment. She was as helpless in resisting the pleasure
building through her body and mind as Melinda was in resisting her
blind obedience to her sister's desires.

Resistance for either one of them was no longer possible. The Darkness
held full sway over them now. Their sexual desires were driven to such
a fever pitch that it was impossible to think of anything else. And in
those moments of complete abandon, the Darkness molded them, as it did
with the others that Nyssa had taken for it.

Heather threw her head back and cried out. Her back arched sharply and
her body tensed as she hovered at the edge of climax. The next second
her pussy spasmed and squirted, hot fluid jetting from her mound and
into Melinda's face.

Melinda made a wet, gurgling noise and lapped hard and fast as Heather
came. Heather cried out over and over as her pussy throbbed. Suddenly
Melinda shuddered as well, making a muffled keening noise as she
orgasmed from the sheer pleasure of pleasing her Mistress.

Both lovers were panting and perspiring lightly as their mutual climax
wound down. Heather bid Melinda to come forward. She drew Melinda into
her arms, hugging her tightly.

"See, Melinda, wasn't that nice?" Heather purred as she stroked
Melinda's hair. "Wasn't that wonderful? You even came, you were so
excited!"

"Mistress, please tell me," Melinda said in a husky and urgent voice.
"I need to know."

"Yes?"

"Was I a good little girl?"

Heather smiled. "Even better ... you're /my/ good little girl ..."

Melinda smiled and snuggled lovingly against her big sister.

"And very soon, I'll show you just how much of a good little girl
you've been ..."

Melinda sighed with delight and anticipation.

The Darkness looked forward to it as well, as each time would slowly,
surely, and permanently alter their minds until this new relationship
was completely and utterly natural to them.

And thus now, for Heather and Melinda, the clock was ticking.
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