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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: 27 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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/She is alone. Yet she still feels the need for appearances./

/And still, her body betrays her. It trembles slightly, the eyes not
the cold and sharp ice blue they usually are. Now they appear clouded
and troubled. There is a faint tremor to her body, as if she were
nervous as well. Yet her face is still set hard, and she tosses back
her head, golden hair cascading proudly down her back. She will not be
cowed by it. She will not show it weakness./

/"I do your bidding," she says, a tone of reverence in her otherwise
sultry voice. "As always. As we agreed."/

/She pauses a moment. Her lips part. Her eyes widen almost
imperceptibly, and for a moment it is as if she is enchanted herself,
listening to a far-off voice. She recovers quickly, setting her lips to
a thin line. If there had been any doubt in her mind, she has cast it
aside by now./

/"I am doing my best. I do not have the reach that you do."/

/She closes her eyes briefly and takes in a slow, deep breath. She lets
it go as she opens her eyes again, uttering a soft sigh. There is a
hint of contentment to it, as if receiving the same pleasure that she
so often gives to others./

/"I know you are helping," she says softly. "I am very grateful for
this."/

/She pauses again, and a shudder goes through her. She moans softly as
pleasure courses through her body. Yet there is a flicker of something
else in her eyes. It is gone so fast that it is hard to tell what it
is. It looks like it may be surprise, as if something unexpected had
just happened. It may have been fear. Or it may have been a combination
of the two./

/"I won't fail you," she says in a husky voice. "I am trying to give
you what you need. I know I am close to ... b-but ... uhhn ... y-yes
... I will ..."/

/Her body quivers. A tiny trickle of fluid appears under her uniform
and runs down her thigh./

/"Yes ... I know ... I will continue ... no more lost ... uhhn ... no
more holding back ..."/

/She starts to pant. Her next words are faint and forced./

/" ... please ... let ... me ... cum ..."/

/She shudders again and begins to pant. Her pussy throbs gently. She
feels her tension melt away. It is pleased again./

/Slowly, she smiles. There is a hint of unease to it at first, but this
vanishes quickly./



Cassie moaned and turned onto her back as her eyes opened.

She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. She paused a moment, letting the
images from her last dream settle in her mind, going over them so they
would not fade. It took only a few seconds. It was something at which
she was quite adept by now.

She pulled off the sheet and got out of bed. She yawned and stretched,
still thinking about what she saw. The woman in the dream had to be
Nyssa. It couldn't be anyone else. She still couldn't see the room that
distinctly, or with whom she was speaking.

Either way, she knew it was important. Perhaps more so than the vivid
dreams she had had about Marcie Fuller earlier during the night. One
way or the other, she would have to make sure to let Jason know.

She sighed. It was almost as if there were simply too much happening
for even her dream world to keep up.



On Sunday morning, for the second day in a row Jason was awakened by a
phone call before his parents had risen. He scrambled out of bed, face
twisting horribly for a moment as his stiffened muscles and joints
screamed at him. He fumbled the receiver twice before finally getting
it to his ear and speaking into it groggily. "Hullo?"

"Hi, Jason! How are you?"

Jason slammed hard into full wakefulness. "Melinda??"

"Are you okay, Jason? You were really upset when you left yesterday."

The incongruity of her question made him speechless for a few moments.
"What ... well, of course I was upset! Heather was going to ... to ...
wait ... did she or didn't she?"

Melinda giggled. "You sure you're okay, Jason?"

"Melinda, please, tell me, did Heather ... did she do anything to you
or did someone stop it?"

There was a pause at the other end for a moment before Melinda replied
in a soft voice, "No one stopped it, Jason."

Jason sighed despondently. "Melinda, I'm so sorry ..."

"You don't have to be. I'm okay."

"You're not okay, Melinda! You're ..." He could not get himself to say
it.

"I'm happy with it, Jason."

"Only because you're being made to feel happy about it."

"Heather thought you might be upset about this. She wanted me to call
you to tell you everything was all right, so you didn't worry."

"So that's the only reason you called me? Because she told you to?"

"But I want to do what she tells me, Jason. I want to be a good little
girl."

Jason felt something inside him twist. "Melinda, listen to what you're
saying ..." he said desperately, even though he knew it was useless if
she was as far under as he thought she was.

"It's okay, really. That's why I'm supposed to call you this morning
before we left for church."

Jason felt like he wanted to explode. Only the fact that his parents
were still asleep stopped him. Yet his voice was sharp when he spoke
next. "So I guess you don't care about me anymore now? You care only
about s-serving your new Mistress or something?!"

For the first time, Melinda faltered. "I ... I h-have to serve her,
Jason," she said in a husky voice. "Just thinking about it makes me
wet. It j-just feels too good to want to stop ... I c-can't stop
feeling good ..."

For some reason, hearing this actually made Jason feel better.

He was still very distressed over what had happened. But somehow this
reassured him that part of the old Melinda was still there and fully
realized that what she was doing was not normal. It was still painful
to hear her acting like this, but it was better than her sounding like
she had been completely mind-wiped and reprogrammed. Maybe there was
some hope for not just her but the others as well.

But there was something else he needed to hear.

"I just want to know that you still care about me, that's all," Jason
said softly.

There was a long pause. "I do, Jason," Melinda finally said in a
whisper. In a steadily more normal voice she continued, "Mistress says
she'll let me serve you sometimes. I can be your good little girl
sometimes."

Jason's fingers tightened. He wanted to say that he just wanted her,
not a "good little girl." At the same time, he was ashamed that the
sound of this arrangement caused a small spark of arousal in him. "Um,
okay," was all he could think of to say.

"I'll do whatever you want me to so, Jason. Anything at all."

Jason took a deep breath. "As long as Heather allows it, right?"

"I have to be her good little girl first. I ... oh my ..."

"What is it?"

"I'm horny," she said in a husky voice. Jason heard her start to pant
into the phone. "I-I have to go, Jason. Mistress wants me. She has to
give me relief. She ..."

"I get the picture!" Jason said hurriedly. He silently cursed his own's
body's traitorous response to it. "Okay, I'll let you go. I'll see you
tomorrow?"

"Of course. Goodbye, Jason."

"Bye."

Jason took a moment to calm himself after putting the receiver down.
Sometimes he hated teenage hormones and wished he could turn them off.
He truly understood now why the Darkness was targeting the teen
population of Haven so heavily through Nyssa. How was a typical,
hormonal teenager supposed to resist this kind of control?

Or did even the adults have any chance against it? Look at Richie's
Mom. Or Heather's. Or Diane's. Or his own Dad.

He stiffened. Somewhere in his mind he was beginning to face a very
hard truth. It explained his father's manner lately, and what he was
seeing when he looked at his father's aura. He was coming to the
conclusion that the man was a willing participant.

But his father did not look to Nyssa. This was something different. The
tiny voice he was starting to hear in the back of his mind when he
looked at an aura was not yet loud enough to be coherent. Yet there was
something about the tone from the one that whispered to him from his
father's aura that suggested dominance, that Henry Conner was not a
submissive slave like the others that had fallen to Nyssa.

It was like with Heather's mother. They had been subsumed to it before
Nyssa had arrived. They were servants of it rather than slaves to
another.

Jason was beginning to pull himself out of his depression. He could
start planning now. He wished he had a way to get in touch with Cassie,
but knew he would just have to wait to see if she called him back
again.

Jason hoped it would be soon. He had the uneasy sensation that he was
racing the clock.



Sandra glanced at her son as she pulled out into the street and headed
towards church, her eyes both critical and concerned. Richie noticed
and smirked. "What?"

"You did it, didn't you?"

"Did what?" Richie asked innocently, though there was still a smarmy
smile on his face.

"Don't pull that shit on me."

"Heavens, mother, your language!" Richie said with mock shock. "After
all, we're on our way to praise the Lord and pass the loot."

"Don't be a fucking wiseass, Richie. You know exactly what I'm talking
about. And no more snide comebacks."

"So why didn't you ask me about all this yesterday afternoon? Oh, wait,
that's right, you were out getting' laid again."

"Richie!"

"All right, all right, sorry. Yeah, I did it. So what? You already knew
what I was going out for."

Sandra sighed. "Yeah, but I hoped maybe you wised up at the last
minute. Or one of your friends would have had enough sense to stop
you."

There was only a moment's hesitation before Richie responded, "Yeah,
well, maybe they're smart enough not to get in the way, huh?"

"Obviously you didn't use the same smarts either."

Richie said nothing.

"Why did you go through with it?"

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Richie, you don't get that sort of power from this town unless you do
something for it in return. And when was the last time you were
'oh-so-generous' about giving favors?"

"Hey, you think I'm stupid? You think I'd do this unless I lined up a
sweet deal for myself where I didn't have to do nothing for it?"

Richie was jerked against the seatbelt when Sandra abruptly swerved off
the road and towards the curb, fishtailing the car briefly before
slamming the brake and bringing it to a tire-screeching halt.

"What the fuck ...?!"

"Richie, I want to know exactly what you did to get that power!" Sandra
demanded.

Richie blinked. Rather than the anger he had expected he was hearing
near-panic in his mother's voice. "Huh?"

"You don't get anything for free. It doesn't work that way. You either
have to pay some price up front, or you have to ... to give up your own
..." Sandra paled. "Oh my God, Richie, tell me you didn't do that!"

Richie's mouth dropped open. He had never seen such abject fear in his
mother's eyes. "Didn't do what?"

Sandra had to pause a moment to calm herself down. Her heart was
pounding. She wondered how long it would be before Haven decided she
shouldn't be speaking about this. The fact that she got this far scared
her. It could mean that it was not concerned, that words alone could
not change what had happened.

"Richie, did you ... do you belong to someone now?"

(And you know what you are giving me?)

Richie swallowed. "Mom, I ..."

"Does someone else control you? Are you some else's slave?"

(You know you will be mine after this?)

Richie opened his mouth to deny this, but no words came out. He closed
it again without uttering a sound.

Sandra looked into his eyes, her own shimmering. "Oh, God, Richie ..."
she croaked.

"Mom, it's okay. She's not gonna do anything to me."

Sandra covered her eyes with her hand.

"Mom, it ... it wasn't bad at all. It ..." Richie paused a moment. His
cock was swelling in his pants as he thought about Nyssa. "It was kinda
nice. I don't remember what happened, but it was real nice. And she
gave me something for it, Mom! She ...!"

"Richie, answer me this," Sandra said suddenly. "You got this from the
school nurse, right?"

Richie nodded.

"If she were here now, what would you call her? How would you address
her?"

"Mistress," Richie answered immediately. His cock became rock-hard and
his voice softer. "She's my Mistress."

"And now she can get you do to whatever she wants."

Richie snorted. "Come on, Mom, what's she gonna ask me to do, huh? I'm
a nobody. Sweetest deal I coulda ever gotten."

Sandra's expression hardened as she looked at her son. She put the car
in gear and pulled out into the street again.

"Funny thing, Richie," she said as she stared morosely at the road
ahead of her. "That's exactly what I thought when it first happened to
me."

Richie's head jerked around, but before he could seriously consider her
words, his thoughts were gently coaxed towards something more suitable.
He thought about Nyssa again and his obedience to her. Immediately his
cock felt as if someone were lightly stroking it, sending small ripples
of pleasure through him.

He turned his gaze from his mother and tried to put her out of his
mind. He slowly smiled as he was rewarded with more light, teasing
stimulation to his cock. He settled himself back into his seat with a
pleased look on his face.

Surely he got the better of this deal. It was beyond him why his mother
could not see that.

Or why he should care what she thought about it in the first place.



Cassie was rather relieved to hear that Jason was in a better state of
mind when she called him about mid-afternoon. She wasn't so pleased to
hear what he had to tell her.

"The whole town??" she cried. "My God, how ... how can we do anything
against ..."

"Please, Cassie, don't say that!" declared Jason. "It's the same thing
Richie said."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not like Richie, Jason, I won't go running off to
Nyssa, okay?"

Jason sighed when he sensed the resentment in her voice. "I never meant
to say that you would. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, really. But still, I don't see how we can go up against
odds like that. I mean, three of us have fallen! You and I are the only
ones left!"

"And Diane." Jason had told Cassie about the phone call he had received
from Diane the day before. "And we can try and get Ned and Becky."

"But what if we can't?"

"We have to!"

"Even then, Jason ..."

"Look, don't think of this as every last person in Haven against us.
That's not what I meant. I meant more that we have to stop thinking
about it as a person or entity that we can confront directly."

"I thought all along that Nyssa was the Darkness."

"Well, she's part of it. She works for it. The Darkness sort of works
through her I think. But the Darkness itself is not an entity. It's
more like a force or something. It must need people like Nyssa to help
it, otherwise it would just take control of whoever it wanted."

There was a pause. "Jason, this is making the other dream I've had make
a little more sense."

"What dreams? The ones about Marcie Fuller?"

Cassie still wished she could tell him about those. The problem was,
she was having so many strong images in her dreams that if it weren't
for her friendship with the others, she wouldn't know which ones were
more important.

"No, not those. I mean, I'm still having those, but you're probably
more interested in the ones about Nyssa."

"Yes, I am. Miss Fuller can wait. Please tell me what you saw about
Nyssa. Was it more about what she's taking from the others?"

Jason thought it rather ironic. Barely a few weeks ago he would have
dismissed the idea of someone's dreams having any significance in real
life. Now he wanted every detail of what Cassie's dreams were telling
her.

"Well, I'm still having those, and I can almost see how she's doing it,
but not quite. But this one I'm talking about is different. It's really
brief, but it's a persistent one. I get the sense of Nyssa talking to
someone ... something ... I couldn't see or hear who it was, but it had
asked her to do something, and she was talking about that. That fits
with what you said about her working for the Darkness, right?"

"Yes, it sounds like it."

Cassie swallowed. "Jason ... whatever it was that was talking to her
... I-I think it was using the same technique on her. Using pleasure to
make her do what it wants."

"Hmm ..."

"God, if it's so powerful it can do that to Nyssa ...!"

"Please, Cassie, calm down. And I think you need to start volunteering
this information more rather than waiting for someone to happen to
mention something."

"I'm sorry," she said sheepishly. "I guess I'm still trying to get used
to the fact that someone actually wants to hear about it."

Jason smiled. "I think once we get regrouped tomorrow we ought to have
a daily 'Cassie Dream Report'."

Cassie giggled. "So long as I get to help, Jason, that's all I ask."

"Cassie, you've been a huge help. And the fact that you /have/ been
helping us tells us two things."

"Really? What are they?"

"One: Once you get rescued from Nyssa's control, she either can't take
you back or doesn't want you back. Otherwise she would have just gone
after you again. Two: She doesn't know you can see auras now or she'd
be doing something to stop you."

"Wait ... you think she went after Heather because she knew Heather
could see auras? Or that she was a Precog?"

"I don't know. It could be just coincidence. She seems to be picking
names at random in no order ..."

"No she wasn't!" Cassie suddenly burst out. "Oh my God, why didn't I
see this before?!"

"Huh? What?"

"Jason, I have dreams that can see stuff in reality. /And I was the
first one Nyssa picked./ Heather starts having Precogs and then she
gets picked. That can't be coincidence! Can it?"

Jason was silent for a long moment before responding. "But she didn't
pick me, and most of you still see me as sort of the ringleader ..."

"But you went to her that first day. She turned off your ability to see
the auras. Maybe she thought she was safe."

"But she can't be thinking that now, can she? Not after we messed her
up with Ned and Becky. She must know that I can see them again, since
she doesn't know that you can see them."

"Oh no ... that means ..."

Jason heaved a heavy sigh. "That I'm next. Nyssa will try to take me
next."

"Jason, if we lose you ..."

"Then you'll have to continue on without me."

"But ...!"

"No, Cassie. I said before I didn't want to be the leader of this
group. This was not the reason I was thinking of for why that was bad
but it makes sense. We can't have anyone in this group being
indispensable. If I fall to her, the rest of you have to carry on."

"I can't do this by myself ..." Cassie said in a panicked voice.

"You won't. Look, if she keeps following the same pattern that she has,
she won't call me until later in the week. So that gives us time to
recruit Ned and Becky. And guess what? Maybe I just won't walk blindly
to Nyssa's office. Maybe I'll just leave the school building and take
my chances. If I get expelled, maybe that will keep me away from
Nyssa's reach."

Jason realized he was babbling. He had no idea he could get away with
such a thing. If the entire town was indeed affected by this thing,
then nowhere in town was really safe. Cassie was actually the safest of
all of them, located where she was just outside the city limits on the
mesa.

But he didn't need Cassie panicking on him.

"I hope you're right. Actually, I hope we're both wrong about her going
after you."

"Yeah, but it's safer to plan for the worst and hope for the best, you
know?" said Jason. "All right, let's just plan to meet like usual in
the school parking lot. I've told Diane to meet us there as well."

"Okay, Jason. I really hope we can do something."

"We will, Cassie. We have no choice. See you then."

"Okay ... no, wait, Jason!"

Jason had dropped the receiver from his ear but quickly retrieved it
when he heard Cassie's exclamation. "I'm still here, what is it?"

"There was something else about that dream, Jason, something you need
to know." Cassie paused a moment. "I think she's close to accomplishing
whatever it is she's intending to do."

Jason felt a twinge of renewed apprehension. "What makes you think
that?"

"Something I heard her saying in my dream. She said she was close. No
more lost. I think that means she's almost got everything she wants.
Jason, maybe if that's the case it means she's going to be done soon
and she'll just go away."

"Yeah ... and maybe take the people she's enslaved with her?"

Cassie gasped. "I hadn't thought of that ..."

"Either way, Cassie, it does mean one thing. We really are racing the
clock. We can't afford to lose any more ground to her."



Laura turned her head and lowered the window as she spied Marcie
emerging from the front door of her apartment building. She smiled at
the sexy little walk that Marcie did. It told her that Marcie had
indeed done as she had instructed. The underwear was making Marcie feel
sexy, even if she were not consciously aware of it, so she was starting
to act sexy as well. It amused Laura that Marcie likely had no idea how
provocative that walk could be in high heels and short skirt.

As Marcie approached, Laura could see that the young woman was blushing
lightly. "H-Hello, Miss Bendon," Marcie said sheepishly. She gave Laura
a faint wisp of a smile.

"You look quite good, Marcie," Laura said with a gentle smile. "Is
something wrong?"

"Um ..." She glanced around nervously. "Can ... can I get inside
first?"

"Sure." Laura touched the master lock control. Marcie quickly came
around the passenger side and climbed in.

"I-I did what you told me to do, Miss Bendon," Marcie said in a voice
that was part husky and part scandalized. "I'm w-wearing the underwear
you gave me."

"And how is it making you feel?"

"A little embarrassed," Marcie said with a nervous chuckle. Her smile
quickly faded as she squirmed in her seat a bit. "And ... and a little
excited."

"That was the general idea. I told you that you'd feel sexy in it.
Don't you feel that way?"

Marcie swallowed and took a deep breath. "I'm not sure, Miss Bendon."

"You said you were feeling excited. Are you a little aroused as well?"

Marcie's blush deepened and she bit her lip, nodding once.

"Then, yes, Marcie, I'd say you're feeling sexy."

Marcie paused a long moment, then very slowly smiled. "It does feel
nice."

"Of course it does. It should feel good to be sexy."

Marcie's smile widened slightly.

"Now, just keep that thought in the back of you mind over dinner
tonight. You're a pretty, sexy young woman."

Marcie blushed again. "I still feel a little ... a little silly wearing
this ..." she said, giggling.

"Yes, but only you and I know you're wearing it, right?"

Marcie nodded.

Laura grinned. "Now, isn't it nice to have a little secret like that?"

Marcie blinked questioningly. "Nice?"

"Knowing a little something that no one else does. You said you feel
sexy in that underwear. So just think about it touching your skin,
hidden under your clothes. You're getting pleasure from it but no one
knows. They don't know why you seem so pleased."

Marcie let her breath go as a husky sigh. "Miss Bendon, that ... you
... you make it sound so ... so /naughty/ ..."

"That's the idea."

Marcie's eyes widened.

Laura reached over and gently traced a single fingertip lightly along
Marcie's jawline. Marcie was surprised by the touch but did not pull
back. In fact, her body shivered slightly in response, and she felt a
flash of heat between her legs.

"Sometimes, Marcie ... naughty can be nice."

Laura gently stroked Marcie's cheek. Marcie shivered again and uttered
a very tiny moan.

As soon as Laura removed her hand, Marcie blinked a few times as if
waking up from a dream. She slowly settled back in her seat and said
not a word as Laura pulled away from the curb. Again, she was not quite
sure what had happened, except that now her pussy was again very warm
and wet.



Richie grinned as he finished putting his clothes back on. He paused to
adjust his pants a bit to ease a little of the discomfort. He knew he
had overdone it a bit. His cock was a little sore. But he didn't care,
not when he remembered how it got that way.

He turned. "Well, I gotta go," he drawled. "Mom'll be mad if I'm late
for dinner. Heh, the one night of the week she decides to cook."

"That's okay, Richie," Linda said in a breathy voice. She sat on the
couch naked, her legs spread apart. She fingered herself slowly, her
eyes half-lidded. Her nipples were still hard and tingled lightly. "Mmm
... I enjoyed being your fucktoy ..."

Richie smirked and stepped over to her. As if in anticipation that he
was going to want her again, her breath quickened and she stroked
herself faster. "Yeah, that's right. You keep thinking that."

"I will, Master, I will!" Linda said excitedly, masturbating in earnest
now. "Mmm! ... Uhhhn! ... "

Richie's grin grew wide. He loved hearing that. He waited until Linda
came, her body shuddering and her moans deep and lustful.

"I'll keep playing with myself if you want me to, Master," Linda
moaned.

"Heh, you won't get nothin' else done if I did. Nah, you can stop a
little while after I leave."

"Yes, Master."

"In fact, you better calm down after a bit. And be your normal self
when there's other people around, like at school. This will be our
secret, okay?"

Linda nodded eagerly, still fingering herself, still wet. "Okay,
Master."

"So you get to play at being a teacher. But we'll know the truth,
right?"

Linda grinned and nodded. "I'm still your little fucktoy."

"Damn right you are. And only to me. You don't let no one else touch
you like that, not unless I tell you."

"Would you tell me to fuck other guys, Master?" Linda asked.

"Nah, not other guys," Richie said with a sly grin. "Ever think about
eating pussy?"

"No, Master, never."

"Think about it now."

Linda drew her breath in and let it go as a sultry sigh. "Uhhhn ... oh
yeah ... mmm ... I'd love to eat pussy, Master ..."

Richie chuckled. "Yeah, I thought so. I'll see if I can arrange
something. Anyway, I gotta go." He headed for the door, turning around
one last time to smirk and say, "Bye, fucktoy."

"Bye, Master!"

Linda moaned loudly in another self-administered orgasm as the front
door closed behind him.



Melinda trotted into the bedroom ahead of Heather just after dinner.
Heather quietly closed the door behind her. Melinda quickly stripped
off her shorts, shirt, and underwear, and stood naked again.

Heather smiled and stepped up to her little sister. She placed her
hands lightly on Melinda's shoulders. "Did you like being naked before,
Melinda?" Heather asked.

"I'll be naked as much as you want me to, Mistress," Melinda replied.
"I know you like seeing me naked."

Heather looked into Melinda's eyes. They were bright and lively, as
they always were, but at the same time filled with obedience and
affection. Heather trailed her hands down Melinda's arms. Melinda
sighed in pleasure at the simple touch.

"Yes, I do. But I want you to want it as well, baby sis."

Melinda was about to respond when Heather brushed her fingers across
Melinda's breasts. Melinda shuddered, her nipples hardening again. They
tingled pleasantly when Heather caressed them, coaxing then into full
arousal.

"I want you to want it, Melinda," Heather said.

"Uhhn ... "

"You want to be naked." Heather turned her hands outward and curled her
fingers around Melinda's petite orbs, stroking the nipples with the
pads of her thumbs in a slow, sensuous circular motion. "It feels good
to be naked, doesn't it?"

"Uhhhnn! ... Ohmigod ...Y-yes ..." Melinda moaned, her body trembling.
Her pussy glistened again with renewed moisture, even as much as it
ached from all the orgasms that she had felt while pleasuring her
Mistress earlier.

As easily as mist slipping through a door cracked open, Melinda's
desires slid into line with Heather's. Now Melinda liked the idea of
being naked as a concept in itself and not just because Heather wanted
her to be naked.

"You feel pleasure at being naked," Heather cooed. One of her hands
slipped from Melinda's breast and down to Melinda's sex.

Melinda whimpered. She quivered for a moment as if somehow resisting
her Mistress, then moaned and shoved her hips into Heather's hand. She
panted harder and harder until she uttered a shrill cry as she came.

Heather smiled in satisfaction. "Good girl, Melinda."

The praise sent almost as much pleasure reverberating through Melinda's
body as the orgasm had. She leaned forward and clutched at Heather,
Heather's hand still stroking her, drawing out the remains of her
climax.

"Now ... how do you feel about being naked?"

"I love it, Mistress," Melinda purred. "I love being naked. It feels so
good to be naked."

Heather stroked her back gently and gave one ass cheek a squeeze.
Melinda whimpered her pleasure and silently begged for more.

Carefully, Heather urged her back. "Tomorrow we have to go back to
school, Melinda. You know what that means?"

Melinda sighed despondently. "I have to wear clothes, don't I?"

Heather giggled. "Yes, but besides that. You have to act a little more
normally."

Melinda paused and then nodded. "I understand. I can't go calling you
Mistress. Or snuggle up to you. Or try to lick your pussy ..." Her
voice grew increasingly husky.

Heather smiled. "It's okay, but you can think about it, so you'll be
ready to please me when we get home."

"Can I please Jason as well?"

Heather paused a moment. The question had come unbidden. Heather felt
an immediate urge to admonish her slave for that. Instead, she saw a
flicker of hopefulness in Melinda's eyes, and it made it easier to
ignore the urge for now.

"Yes, Melinda, I think I can let you do that sometimes."

It was hard for Heather to say that. She had wanted Melinda to herself.
She didn't want to share. She had felt jealous of Jason when he and
Melinda started to show interest in each other, just as Heather was
starting to get to know Melinda again, just as she started to desire
Melinda ...

But that wasn't right. It wasn't right to desire her own ...

Heather blinked as the thought slid away from her. She smiled again at
her slave. "But only when I give you permission, baby sis."

"Yes, Mistress."

Melinda's voice was obedient, yet the lingering look in her eyes said
otherwise for just a moment.



By the time Marcie stepped out of the car, day had turned to night, and
the cool air was welcome. Yet it did little to help the other heat that
continued to smolder between her legs as it had the whole evening.

She couldn't understand what was happening to her. It was only during
the meal, as Marcie listened in relative silence as Laura spoke to her,
that she had realized that she barely recognized herself anymore. Not
just her clothing had changed, but her own thoughts seemed to be
different. Yet whenever Laura spoke to her, it all seemed right. It all
seemed like it was just the way it should be.

Marcie was growing as confused as she was aroused.

But she didn't understand that, either. Why was she so sexually
excited, and growing more so as they walked to her apartment building?
She could actually feel how damp her panties were. It was as if she
were anticipating something besides the obvious need she had to give
herself release again.

If she did, it would be the fourth time that weekend. That was more
times than she used to do it in a /year/.

"You're very quiet tonight, Marcie," Laura said after a short silence.

"I, uh, didn't have much to say, Miss Bendon," Marcie replied.

Laura could hear the huskiness in Marcie's voice. She knew Marcie was
growing very wet and very needful. The final thing that was required
was very willing. She was almost there. Marcie was at the edge, and
Laura needed simply to push her over. She would start the process that
night. It would not be much longer after that before Laura had her.

Laura was tempted to push it all the way that night. But she could
still sense the hesitation and resistance. She had to be careful.

"Maybe your thoughts were preoccupied with something else."

"You ... you told me to think about something, Miss Bendon ..."

"Ah. You mean about feeling sexy."

Marice felt her nipples tingle suddenly. "Yes ..."

Laura smiles. "And were you?"

"Very much so, Miss Bendon. Maybe too much. I ..."

Laura suddenly stepped in front of Marcie and brought her to a startled
stop. Before she could turn away, Laura looked into her eyes again.

There was a flicker of understanding. Somewhere in the back of her
mind, Marcie understood that this was getting her into trouble, that
Laura was somehow doing something to her and her mind.

Yet enough of her will had been sapped, both by the events of the
previous week and now her own aching arousal, that she was unable to
command herself to turn away. When Laura spoke again, her words seemed
to reach directly into her psyche.

"Now, Marcie, one thing you must understand," Laura said in a sultry
voice. "There is no such thing as too much where that is concerned."

Marcie whimpered softly. Her pussy flared hot. She felt a trickle of
moisture down the inside of one thigh.

"You are a very attractive young woman. You are very sexy."

Somehow, Marcie found her voice. "M-Miss Bendon ... I-I don't
understand. How can you be saying things like this to me?"

"Because they're true?"

Marcie's mouth worked but no sound came out.

"Your problem, Marcie, is that you don't know how to let go."

"I don't ... I ... what?"

"Let go. Of whatever is holding you back,"

"Holding me back from what?"

"From whatever you want."

"But ... I don't know what I want ..."

Laura smiled. "That might be something I can help you with at some
point."

Marcie swallowed. She was panting lightly. Everything Laura was saying
seemed to settle over her mind like a blanket, smothering her own
thoughts for the moment.

"Even if what you want is something as simple as ... experiencing
pleasure."

Marcie moaned. Her nipples throbbed and her cunt felt swollen and
aching. Her body was begging for sexual release.

Some semblance of reason managed to push back at the Darkness enough to
form a coherent thought, that Laura was suggesting something so
shocking that she could not dare to believe that it was true.

"Miss Bendon ... you don't mean ... you can't mean ..." Marcie
breathed.

Laura lifted a hand and placed a finger on Marcie's lips. Marcie
trembled at the touch, but obediently fell silent.

Laura slowly dropped her hand. "Tonight, all I mean is that there is
nothing wrong with giving into your desires. There is nothing wrong
with wanting pleasure. That's all I wanted to say to you ... Except
maybe one more thing."

Marcie just stared at Laura.

Laura gave her a wicked smile. "Keep thinking those sexy thoughts," she
said. She turned and started back to her car.

Marcie stood for a few moments after breaking eye contact as if
entranced, until she blinked rapidly and shuddered. She uttered a long
sigh. Even though the blanket had been lifted, it did nothing to help
the intense arousal she felt. She was no less horny now than she had
been a few moments ago.

Marcie turned and quickly headed up to her apartment, biting her lip to
suppress a moan from the waves of pleasure coming from her pussy as her
slick thighs rubbed together when she ascended the stairs.

She fumbled with the key in the lock a few times before finally letting
herself in. She shoved the door closed behind her, and even before her
back was leaning against it, she had thrust her hand under her skirt
and panties and into her sopping pussy. She uttered a loud moan, her
legs giving out from under her as her pussy strained for release. She
slid to the floor, feet spreading wide apart before her as she went.
Her fingers moved frantically under her clothes.

No sooner had her backside hit the floor when she uttered a loud cry.
She gasped and moaned as her pussy pounded in orgasm under her hand.
She squeezed her eyes shut at the intensity of the pleasure, her
fingers still squishing into her cunt, stretching out her orgasm as
long as she could.

When it was finally spent, she was left a quivering mass on the floor,
whimpering softy.

It was at least a few minutes before she could move again. She picked
herself up gingerly, as if she had had a fall rather than a
mind-numbing orgasm. A long sigh passed her lips, and she leaned
against the door. Marcie wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

Something was happening to her. She didn't understand it completely.
All she knew was that she wanted to experience that pleasure again. She
knew something was wrong with it, that she should not want it so badly
again. But that was the old her. Whatever had changed inside her, she
couldn't go back. She could only go forward.

She just didn't know where she was going to, and that frightened her.

Almost as much as her own thoughts ... her own /sexy/ thoughts ... now
tried to arouse her anew.
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