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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: 29 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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/Her heart pounds as she crosses the threshold and enters the room. By
the time her gaze falls upon the voluptuous figure of the nurse, her
pussy is pounding as well, her panties soaked and steamy. She could
hear her own breath, ragged and gasping, as intense need filled her
being./

/"Yes, come here," coos Nyssa. "Come to your Mistress."/

/A moan escapes her lips as she steps forward, compelled to obey her
Mistress. Strange, glittery embers are left in her wake that fade like
mist seconds after her passing. Pleasure ripples through her body as a
reward for her obedience. Yet when her eyes fall upon the examination
table, a tendril of fear twines around her thoughts, giving her a
moment's hesitation./

/"Come here. Do not displease me, my pet."/

/She quivers at the sound of Nyssa's voice, and her pussy throbs gently
at being called "pet." Yes, she is Nyssa's pet, willing and happy to
please her Mistress. She walks over to Nyssa, looking at her in
adoration./

/Nyssa touches her, a light caress on the cheek. Her pussy explodes
into orgasm, leaving her panting and mewling./

/"You must give me what I want, my pet," Nyssa purrs in a low, sultry
voice that arouses her again./

/She looks up in confusion. She will give her Mistress anything she
desires, but she does not understand the request. It makes her tremble
and whimper in distress. She must please her Mistress, yet she knows
not how./

/Nyssa smiles down at her. "It is inside you. It has always been there.
I helped by making it grow. Now it's ready to be harvested."/

/Slowly, dawning understands. As it does, her body literally shakes
with the desire to help her Mistress with this task. She moans and
aches to feel it all over again, to feel herself being taken again./

/Nyssa steps up to her. Their bodies touch. She trembles again. Nyssa's
hand trails down one of her arms. "I must have it. I must have the
seed. So much faster that way. So easier. Will you give me this?"/

/There is only one possible answer. As she thinks it, as she believes
it, her pussy strains and releases, a second powerful orgasm crashing
through her body. This time the climax is slow to abate. It continues
to pulse and pound inside her, paroxysms of pleasure overcoming her./

/Nyssa's hand squeezes her arm, and her orgasm seems to magnify. She is
lost in a sea of mindless bliss as glowing silver strands exude from
her arm and into Nyssa's hand .../



Cassie gasped as she bolted upright in bed, panting hard, her eyes
glazed. Under the sheet, her thighs were wet and slippery, her pussy
hot and straining. The next second, she was startled as the alarm clock
went off. She jerked her body around, one thigh squeezing against the
other. She cried out softly as she crested, her pussy throbbing gently.

Trembling, she reached over and slapped at the clock until it was
silenced, then collapsed back onto the mattress for a few moments to
catch her breath and to let her orgasm fade. As she did, she replayed
the dream in her conscious mind several times, now devoid of the direct
emotional content, allowing her to think more lucidly about it.

It was the strongest dream she had had on this. Never before had it
been so clear. She could almost feel it being taken from her, as if she
were the one in her dream being affected. Yet she knew she was not; she
had simply assumed a role, for she knew that what was desired could be
provided only by one she had taken. By a "pet" of hers.

She shivered at the word. The next moment, her eyes opened wide and she
sat up in bed as comprehension dawned.

/Harvested ... A seed ... So much faster ... So easier .../

Cassie shivered as she understood now what Nyssa was doing, and what
Nyssa was about to do. Now she understood Jason's sensation of racing
the clock. If Nyssa was not stopped soon, she may be able to affect so
many people at once that no matter how hard they tried, the number they
rescued would barely put a dent in Nyssa's plans.

There was only one detail of the dream that had escaped her. That odd
trailing glitter behind the girl. It was the same symbolism she saw in
all her dreams about Nyssa, and it always came from the one that was
enslaved. Whatever it was, it was likely not tied to this specific
dream.

As she showered and dressed for school, she dearly hoped that Jason
would know what to do with this information. He had to figure out a way
to stop Nyssa more directly. She didn't think that simply rescuing
people from her was going to be enough.



Melinda's body was trembling as she awoke. She uttered a tiny moan of
distress as the last of her dreams broke up into disjointed imagery.
Her dreams were nowhere near as clear as Cassie's, and had been
anything but pleasant. Jumbled feelings and emotions, echoing across
from her subconscious where part of the old Melinda now resided,
struggling to reclaim its freedom. Yet it could enjoy -- if that were
even apropos -- only the restricted freedom of her dreams.

She drew in a deep breath and let it go as a despondent sigh as she
turned over from her back to her side. The sheet pulled partially from
her body, revealing one naked breast and her side down to the hip. For
a moment, she longed for the way things were, and she longed to have
Jason with her.

It was short-lived. These thoughts would not do, and the Darkness
reasserted itself quickly. The next moment when she felt a hand slide
up her exposed side and gently cup her breast, she moaned, this time in
desire.

"Good morning, baby sis," Heather said softly, stroking Melinda's
nipple.

"Uhhnn ... good morning, Mistress," Melinda said huskily as she
squirmed on the bed.

Heather smiled and removed her hand, leaving Melinda panting lightly
and her pussy damp. She drew the sheet off Melinda's body. "You like
sleeping in the nude now, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress," Melinda gushed. Pleasure spread like a gentle
warmth through her, causing her to smile.

"That's what I want to see, baby sis. I just want to see you happy."

Melinda giggled and nodded.

Heather paused a moment before asking in a more subdued voice, "So you
don't really need Jason anymore, do you?"

Melinda hesitated. Some of her smile faded. "N-no, Mistress," she
answered, though her voice quavered.

"I had to do that yesterday. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"He was hurting you. I don't want to see you hurt."

Somewhere in Melinda's mind, she protested Heather's words. Jason had
not been hurting her. Not intentionally, anyway. He had been trying to
rescue her. He cared for her in ways that Heather could not.

It was not strong enough to resist completely. It registered only as a
catch in her voice as she dutifully replied, "Yes, Mistress."

Heather slowly smiled and ran her fingers through Melinda's hair. There
was a moment of hesitation on her part as well, as if knowing that
cutting off Melinda from Jason was somehow wrong. The moment was even
more fleeting than Melinda's had been.

She took Melinda's hand and guided her to her feet. "Another school
day."

"Can I lick your pussy before we go, Mistress? Please?"

"We don't have time. I'm sorry. But after school, soon as we get home,
I promise."

Melinda smiled, looking at Heather with adoration and obedience.

"Now run along and get your shower, baby sis." Heather gave her a
loving light slap on her ass as she turned, causing her to yelp and
giggle before heading into the bathroom.

As she turned away, Heather felt something in the back of her mind.
Something was going to happen that day. She felt like she should know
what, but it was a vague sensation at best. It was as if she had gaps
in her knowledge. She could barely remember much of what she did with
the Harbingers. She even had to think about it a few moments to
remember the name.

It didn't matter anymore. She was happy now and she made Melinda happy.
Even their own mother had said it. They were safe. No harm would come
to them now. Jason was worried over nothing.

At the thought of Jason, she felt a twinge, partially of guilt and
partially of fear. It disappeared almost as quickly as it had
manifested.



Sandra sighed as she yanked the phone from the hook in the kitchen.
"Yeah?"

"I'd like to talk to Richie, please," came a breathless voice on the
other end.

Sandra made a face. "Crying out loud. You're gonna see him in school.
Why do you have to talk to him now?"

"But I ... I have to act normal in school. He told me so. And he told
me to call him."

"Mom, I'll take that," Richie said as he walked into the kitchen,
grinning.

Sandra let the receiver drop from her ear and stared at her son. "You
can't be fucking serious."

Richie said nothing. He simply held his hand out for the phone.

"This is not some fucking phone sex service, you got that?" Sandra
sneered as she slapped the receiver into his palm.

"Coulda fooled me by the number of guys you fuck around with that you
call on this thing."

"Don't make me slap you around, Richie. I mean it. No more wiseass
comments about that."

Sandra opened the door to the kitchen with a violent kick as she
stormed out.

Richie shook his head. "What a drama queen," he mumbled before bringing
the phone to his ear. "Heya, fuckslut, what's up?"

There was a deep moan from the other end. "I just had to hear your
voice again, Master," Linda breathed.

"Hmm, yeah, right. That all you need?"

"Uhhn ... n-no ..."

"Hey, are you touching your pussy?"

"Mmmm ... God ... y-yes ... you s-said it was okay, Master!"

"That's right. But don't cum, got it?"

"Oh, please, Master! I'm so horny! Let me cum, please!"

"Hmmm ..."

Linda was gasping into the phone. "I have to act normal ... i-in school
... can b-barely think ... please ..."

Richie was grinning from ear to ear. He loved this. He had total
control of her sexuality. She would not cum unless he let her, no
matter how much or how long she touched herself. Her pleasure was at
his whim, and he could have her give him pleasure at his whim as well.
It was awesome. He didn't even have this much control back at the
House.

He listened to her desperate moans for another few moments. "Start
finger-fucking yourself," he ordered.

"Yes, Master ... ohhh ... uhhhhn! ... uhhh! ..."

"Keep at it. Hard as you can. Pound it in."

"Oh God! ... Yeah! ... Oh yeah! ... "

Richie was thrilled. He could actually hear the squeaking of her bed in
the background. Yet she could do this all day and never cum. It took
his command to do it.

"What do you wish for, fucktoy?"

"Ohhh! ... I wish ... uhhhn ... it was your cock ..."

"Yeah, betcha do. That'll hafta wait til this afternoon. Okay, you can
cum."

"Thank you! ... ohhhh! ... /ahhhhh!!/" Linda screamed into the phone.
By the time it was over she was panting and gasping. "Th-thank you,
Master. I think that will hold me until later."

Richie smirked. "It better. Don't want to be punished, do you?"

Linda moaned again. "Master ... you'll make me horny again ... uhhn
...."

Richie laughed. He had made her associate punishment with pleasure
before he had left her the day before. Not that he intended to be harsh
with her, or to actually hurt her. But he found the idea very erotic.

"Okay, you go get your little teacher ass in gear," Richie said. "I'll
see ya at the school."

"Yes, Master. Oh, I mean ... yes, Mr. Gardner." She giggled and hung up
the phone.

Richie replaced the receiver and headed out of the kitchen. He went
upstairs to gather his stuff for school. He looked up to see his mother
standing in the doorway, glaring at him.

"What?"

"You're sick, you know that?"

Richie snorted. "Yeah, and I'm sure no one plays little games like that
with you, huh?"

"It's not a fucking game, Richie! You have control over her. She has to
do whatever you say."

"Yeah. Cool, huh?"

"That's not what I mean! Everything you do to her, Richie, she's going
to remember."

"So?"

"So if she gets free of your control again ..."

Richie laughed. "That ain't gonna happen. What makes you think I wanna
release her?"

"Someone may make you release her."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

Sandra did not have an immediate answer for that. She could not explain
to him that Haven was fickle. It would happily cause slave and master
to swap roles if this suited it.

"And what difference does it make anyway?" Richie retorted.

Sandra shook her head slowly in disbelief. "You can't be that dense.
She'll remember everything you made her do. She'll feel embarrassed
that she did it. Or humiliated."

Richie paused. He remembered something that Mara had told them about
her own past. How she had been held as a sex slave for several years,
kept obedient by a drug. When it had worn off, she could remember
everything that had happened and how powerless she had been to stop it.
It had been a terrible trauma. She had actually wanted to go back under
just to avoid the pain of the memory.

He sighed. "Look, I won't do anything nasty to her, okay? I'm not some
fucking pervert. I just wanna have a good time."

"The power goes to your head, Richie," Sandra said hollowly. "It always
does."

Richie just rolled his eyes as he picked up his backpack. "I gotta go.
See ya."

Sandra stepped quickly out of his way as he headed out of his room. She
just sighed to herself as she watched him head downstairs and out the
door.

She folded her arms and leaned against the door frame. He didn't
understand, not like she did. There was always a price to be paid.
Whether that price came sooner or later, someday it came. And when it
did, she had the feeling that he was going to be in for a rude
awakening.



Cassie was the first to meet with Jason in the parking lot that
morning. Diane followed, and then Ned. It was a little while longer
before Becky warily approached and joined them, looking as if she would
rather be somewhere else.

"Thanks for showing up," Jason said to Ned and Becky. "I know all this
seems kind of strange to you."

"I just want to know how we're gonna take the bitch down, that's all,"
Ned said eagerly.

Becky looked askance at this and seemed to want to retreat. "I'm not
sure about this anymore, Diane, I ..."

"Becky, it's okay, please," Diane said. "It's like what I told you over
the phone. You're not going to have to do anything that will get you
hurt."

Becky paused, her eyes shimmering. She nodded slowly, though she still
appeared unconvinced.

Jason observed this and said reluctantly, "Becky, if you really can't
do this, say it now and you can forget about it. We need people that
are going to want to do this."

"Diane promised that this would help me get my boyfriend Harold back,"
Becky said. "Is that true, Jason?"

"Yes, it's true," Diane cut in, feeling embarrassed. She had not
expected Becky to bring this up. "Please, just ..."

"No, I want to hear it from Jason! You told me he doesn't lie to people
or make promises he can't keep! So I want to hear it from him, because
that's all I care about."

Diane gave Jason a pleading look.

Jason sighed. He knew what Diane wanted. She wanted him to tell a lie
to keep Becky on the team. He just couldn't bring himself to keep
someone on false pretenses.

"Becky, I want to see you get back with your boyfriend," he began in as
diplomatic a tone as he could muster. "And certainly what we do can
help with that. If we can convince him that none of this was your
fault, that could help. I can only promise that we /will/ help. I can't
promise you an outcome."

There was a long pause as Becky considered this, her eyes filled with
uncertainty. "Look if ... if I don't help you ... it's not that big a
deal, right?"

Jason was opening his mouth to respond when Cassie cut in. "Yes, it's a
big deal," she said with a vehemence that made Jason and Diane flinch
in surprise. "It's a very big deal. We need every person we can get to
stop her. We can't afford to lose anyone. We're counting on you, Becky.
You told Diane you'd do it. Don't let us down."

Becky stared wide-eyed at the sudden lecture, totally nonplussed. She
bit her lip nervously. "I only want things to go back to the way they
were," she said in a choked voice. "Like it never happened."

Jason glanced at Cassie for a moment. Cassie gave Jason a meaningful
look. Jason mouthed the word "dream" at her with an inquisitive look.
Cassie gave a single tiny nod of her head. He nodded back and turned to
Becky. "I doubt it will quite be the same again. But we have to stop
this from spreading."

"Spreading? Y-you make it sound like a disease or something."

"It's a good analogy, actually."

"A very good one," Cassie said in a low, hollow voice, shivering.

Diane saw this, and her eyes widened. Ned simply glanced between them,
looking impatient. "C'mon guys. Are we gonna do something or just talk
about it?"

Jason nodded. "Becky, you have to decide. Are you in or out?"

Becky swallowed. "I'm in, I guess ..."

"Okay, good. Now, you already know part of it. You get taken to Nyssa
and she makes you try to act out a fantasy. She controls you and gives
you the ability to control someone else. She's done this to others.
Those are the ones with auras. Eventually she calls them back and takes
something from them. Or at least that's the current theory ..."

"No, she does, definitely," said Cassie. "She takes something from them
and uses it to enslave more people. So she can do it faster. Once she
has enough she'll be able to enslave people so fast we can't keep up.
That's why we have to stop her."

Diane's mouth dropped open in shock and she stared at Jason, but
Jason's own eyes were wide in astonishment as well.

"Wicked ..." Ned murmured in awe.

Becky was pale as a ghost.

Jason forced himself into some semblance of rationality. He took a deep
breath before speaking again, though his voice still quavered slightly
when he spoke. "Today's Tuesday. This is the day of the week we think
... I mean, that we /know/ she takes something from those she's
enslaved. So if she follows the same pattern, it will be Thursday when
she starts taking more students."

"So what do we do when we get to that point?" Becky asked, shivering
slightly.

"We look to see who got called to Nyssa's office. After school, we try
to find out who their targets are. Ned, Becky, it follows the same
pattern as it did with you two. You both approached your ... uh, target
... one day and then went to finish it the second."

"So we stop them on the second day?" asked Ned.

"Yes, exactly."

"I'm not sure I can do that!" Becky cried. "What if it's someone I
don't know?"

"Becky, I thought the same thing, and I did it!" Cassie said. "I was
another one they rescued. I almost did the same thing you did."

"So what do we do until then, dude?" Ned asked. "I want to do something
and not just talk about it!"

"Please, have some patience," Jason said.

"This all sounds so crazy," Becky muttered. "It sounds like some bad
horror movie! It doesn't sound real! It ...!"

"Becky, Heather was taken," Diane said suddenly, her voice pained.

Becky stopped and stared. "Huh?"

"Heather Sovert. You know her, right?"

"Well, yeah, of course I do. I used to talk to her a lot last semester.
She's, like, one of the coolest girls in our year."

"She's been taken. She's been ... e-enslaved. By Nyssa. Next time you
see her, she'll have the aura around her."

Becky's eyes widened. "Wh-who ... who did she ...?"

"Her own sister."

Becky looked sick. "But ... oh my God ... that's ..."

"That's what Nyssa does to people, Becky," Jason said flatly.

Becky swallowed. "A-all right. I'll try. I'll try to do whatever you
need."

"Thank you. That's all I can ask."



Laura peeked around the side of the door. "Marcie?"

Marcie looked up from her PC with a dreamy smile on her face. "Mmm,
yes, Miss Bendon?" she said in a slightly husky voice.

"Please step into my office for a few minutes."

"Mmm, right away, Miss Bendon."

Laura retreated back into her office.

Marcie stood and paused to take a deep breath. Her boss had been right.
Her job was so much more enjoyable this way. The constant little waves
of pleasure, the little bit of damp warmth in her pussy, the tiny
tingling from her nipples ... it kept her quite happy and content so
that she hardly noticed the tedium of the tasks that she performed
throughout the morning.

She came out from behind her desk. Her movements made the pleasure
increase just a bit, her smile widening. She was truly starting to let
go of her inhibitions and just let herself enjoy it.

She trotted into Laura's office. "Yes, Miss Bendon?"

"Please, close the door behind you if you would."

"Oh, sure." She turned and did as she was told.

"Sit, please." Laura gestured to the same chair where Janet Woodrow and
Sandra Gardner had sat before her.

Marcie nodded quickly and dropped into the seat. "Is something the
matter, Miss Bendon?"

"Oh, not at all, Marcie. At least ... I hope there isn't."

Marcie gave her boss an odd look. "I'm not sure I understand."

"Marcie, do you enjoy your job?"

Marcie blinked in surprise and then giggled.

"Something amusing?"

"No, Miss Bendon ... well, yes, I mean ... I was just thinking about
how much I like this job."

"Really, now?"

"Oh, yes, Miss Bendon. What I'm feeling ... it /is/ making me more
productive. I'm enjoying my job."

"Ah, I see," Laura said, leaning back in her chair.

The serious expression on Laura's face made Marcie's smile fade. "Um
... something wrong, Miss Bendon?"

"Well, what you just told me. Being more productive doesn't mean that
you're enjoying it."

"Uh ... it doesn't?"

"They're two different things, Marcie. Which is why I'm concerned."

Marcie's eyes widened. "But ... but I /do/ enjoy my job, Miss Bendon!"

"Are you quite sure of that?"

"Yes, very much so!"

"Then ... would you say this job is a pleasure for you?"

Marcie blinked again. She felt a rush of heat over her skin. "Wh-what?"

"A pleasure, Marcie. This job. Do you feel pleasure over doing things
for me?"

Marcie swallowed. "Um ... well ..."

"We can put it to the test if you want."

Marcie had no idea how to respond. She simply nodded without saying a
word.

"Here ..." Laura reached over to a corner of her desk and picked up a
pile of printed papers. "File this for me, Marcie."

Marcie stood up and took the papers from Laura. "Right away, Miss
Bendon!" she said brightly, a smile coming to her face.

She dutifully turned towards the filing cabinet, pages in hand. With
her usual skill she began to sort through them quickly, placing them in
the right order so she had to do only one sweep down the drawers of the
cabinet in order to put them in their proper places.

"So what I want is for you to feel pleasure over doing something for
me," Laura said softly.

Marcie nodded absently as she continued to sort the pages.

"Working for me should be a pleasure," Laura said with a small smile
coming to her lips. "I wouldn't want it to be any other way."

Marcie finished sorting through the pages. As she was about to reach to
open the first drawer, she felt a rush of heat to her nether regions,
making her hand tremble slightly. Her eyes widened, but she hesitated
only a fraction of a second.

"Is that the way it feels to you, Marcie?"

"Mmm ... yes, Miss Bendon," Marcie murmured as she slid the first
drawer open.

"I do hope so. Your job should be as enjoyable as possible."

Marcie slipped the first set of pages into their folders and closed the
first drawer. As she opened the second, she felt her thighs quiver as
her pussy grew more wet and warm between them. By the time she had
filed the next set of pages and went for the third, her nipples rose to
points under her top.

"So, do you really find a task like this to be pleasurable, Marcie?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon," Marcie moaned as she reached the fourth drawer
down. She bent her legs and crouched down to reach it, her breath
catching in her throat as the movement gently stimulated her. The
movement of her breasts against the cups of her bra sent little shivers
through her.

By the time she finished with the fifth and final drawer and stood up,
she felt suffused with erotic delight, looking at Laura with smoldering
eyes.

Laura smiled up at her. "I guess I was mistaken, Marcie," she said with
satisfaction. "You really do enjoy this job."

"Very much so, Miss Bendon," Marcie said huskily.

"I'll bet you feel pretty good right now.

"Mmm, yes, really nice ..."

"Then by all means, return to your desk and get back to work."

"Right away, Miss Bendon."

Marcie left Laura's office and sat back down in her normal chair. She
closed her eyes and let out a single, soft moan. As she sat, her
arousal abated, dropping to just the low-level, soft pleasure she had
experienced much of the morning.

She touched a trembling hand to her cheek. She already missed what she
had felt just a few moments ago while she did as Laura told her. Even
now she felt a rush at the prospect of doing something for Laura again.

She turned her head and looked back towards Laura's office. Already she
longed for Laura to give her another task to do.



Jason spotted Cassie just as she was turning away from her locker after
the second class of the morning. He called out to her as he jogged up
to her.

"Cassie, I didn't get a chance to get you alone before classes," he
said. "I wanted more detail about what you were talking about this
morning."

"It was all in a dream I had, Jason," Cassie said.

"Well, I figured out that part. But was it really that clear?"

"All /too/ clear," she said with a shiver. "She's /harvesting/
something from people, Jason. Something that she can put in someone
else and make them have the same desires. She said it was 'faster' and
'easier'. She must be able to enslave someone more quickly that way."

"Then she must be planning to do that at the same time she enslaves
people the other way."

"That's the feeling I got. Jason, if she does that, she'll move too
fast for us to stop her! Maybe that's what she meant in the other dream
I had when she said she was close. She's close to getting so far ahead
of us we can't stop her!"

"Yeah, I know," Jason said in a low voice. "So it's really important
that we stop as many as we can. Don't leave her with enough to get
ahead of us."

"Then it's a race of sorts, isn't it?" Cassie said despondently. "We
have to gain more allies before she can gain more slaves."

"Looks like that." He paused a long moment. "Cassie, I need to ask you
something. No matter what I do, people are going to see me as the
leader of this group."

Cassie nodded, but gave him a sympathetic look. "We can't help it,
Jason. You seem to be the most knowledgeable of us here."

"And you have the most resources. I mean, I hate to say it this way,
but you could have probably bribed Becky with money if you needed to."

"I was close to doing just that, Jason, if she still refused after what
I told her."

"That's why I want you to be the group's leader if something happens to
me."

Cassie gasped. "What? Why?! Is something going to happen?!"

"Cassie, calm down, please. I am a little concerned, Cassie. Nyssa's
taken everyone from our group except me that originally had the ability
to see the auras. I mean, like I said, I won't just march into her
office and submit, but in that case I likely won't be at Haven High any
more. I need someone I can trust to coordinate this group. You're the
one I trust the most."

Cassie's eyes widened and her cheeks colored. No one had ever said such
a thing to her before. She was as honored as she was embarrassed. She
still didn't want to do it. The idea of being responsible for everyone
terrified her, almost as much as having Jason absent from the group.

But the last thing she wanted to do was let anyone down. She had
striven for so long to find someplace where she fit in, where she as a
person was considered to be more important than her money. She didn't
want to jeopardize that.

"All right, Jason," she said, her voice quavering. "I'll do it. But
please ... please don't take any chances. Don't ... don't invite
something to happen, okay?"

Jason grins. "I have no intention of doing that. And I hope I'm wrong.
I hope Nyssa thinks that I'm not a threat to her anymore."



For some reason that Heather could not quite express, she was not at
all surprised to be called to the nurse's station again.

When she first started out, she felt a tiny tremor of fear pass through
her. She tried to dismiss it, but for some odd reason it clung to her
mind tenaciously. Even as she grew increasingly excited as she got
closer to her Mistress, and even as her pussy grew wet in anticipation
of serving her Mistress, it would not leave her. It was as if someone
were shouting at her from a great distance, and no matter what she did,
she could only attenuate it and not block it out completely.

As she approached the door, a gentle warmth came over her body, both
exciting and comforting at the same time. It distracted her from her
thoughts, and she let herself into Nyssa's presence with no hesitation.

At the sight of Nyssa, Heather drew in her breath sharply and trembled.
Her eyes widened as Nyssa approached her, her breath becoming a light
pant.

Nyssa stood in front of Heather. Heather's gaze rose to Nyssa's eyes
and held them. She felt herself fall into them again, her mind open and
helpless.

"Interesting," Nyssa murmured softly. She touched Heather's cheek and
trailed her fingers down to Heather's neck. Heather moaned and
shivered. "Very interesting ... there is something ... something still
in your mind ..."

Nyssa let her hand slide down Heather's arm, then trail across to one
of Heather's breasts. She traced a circle around its outline. Heather
whimpered as her desire escalated, her body quivering, her pussy hot
and wet.

"You won't hold any secrets from your Mistress, will you?" Nyssa said
sweetly, flicking at the hard little nub of Heather's nipple.

"Uhhnn ... n-no ... no, Mistress," Heather moaned breathlessly.

"Are you sure of that, my pet?" Nyssa squeezed Heather's breast.

"Ohhh! ... nng ... y-yes ... yes! ..."

Heather was shaking. Her pussy strained, wanting release desperately.
Her cunt throbbed with her pounding heart.

Nyssa could see something in Heather's mind, but she was not sure what
it was. That was the problem. Heather's mind should be laid bare before
her. Yet it wasn't. Some very small part of Heather's mind was somehow
resisting. It was nowhere enough to change Heather's loyalty, from what
she could see. Yet it should not be there.

Nyssa cradled Heather's face in both her hands. Heather mewled and
shuddered, giving Nyssa a pleading look.

"Oh, yes ... you want to cum, don't you, my pet?" Nyssa cooed softly.
"You want to cum so badly ..."

"Y-yes ..."

"Then will you tell me everything? Will you tell me your secret?"

"I ... I-I have no s-secret ... I ... /ohhhh!/"

Heather's body felt as if it were on fire. Every nerve ending seemed to
tingle with sexual ecstasy. Yet with no final release, with no orgasm,
it was pure torture.

And in that terrible moment, Nyssa reached into Heather's mind, and
found it. She made that hidden corner of Heather's mind reveal itself.
Nyssa smiled, and the next moment, Heather exploded into orgasm.

"You see?" Nyssa said as Heather fell to her hands and knees, her pussy
throbbing in excruciating delight. "I reward my slaves when they do as
I wish."

Sweet, mindless pleasure filled Heather's being, and she nearly
collapsed from the strength of her climax. It was very slow to fade.
She moaned as it retreated, her need to hang on to it so great that she
was already aching for more.

Nyssa's lips curled into a wicked smile as she crouched by her slave.
She ran her fingers lovingly through Heather's hair, causing Heather to
mewl in delight. "Yes, that's a good pet ... You want to be my slave,
don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress ..."

"You want to be good to your Mistress, don't you?"

"Oh God, yes ..."

"Then there is something you must give me. Something I need. Actually
... for you ... there are two things. But first things first." Nyssa
straightened. "Stand. And follow me."

Heather rose to her feet, still panting lightly, her eyes glazed. She
padded behind Nyssa as she was led into the examination room, the
nagging voice now shocked into temporary silence.

"Remove your clothes, slave," Nyssa ordered.

Heather stripped. She grew sexually excited again as each piece came
off, until she was again wet and horny by the time she stood naked
before her Mistress.

Nyssa smiled and gently stroked Heather's pussy. Heather gasped and
moaned as she came, more softly this time, but lasting much longer,
filling her with beautiful bliss. Nyssa removed her hand. Heather
continued to climax gently, a constant pleasuring that her mind could
not ignore or drive out of her consciousness, leaving her completely
open to Nyssa's will.

"Oh, you have been a very good slave to me after all," Nyssa cooed as
she took Heather's hand and led her to the table.

On Nyssa's silent bidding, Heather climbed onto the table, still
shuddering and moaning in her continual sexual climax. On the table,
she writhed mindlessly, unable to form even the simplest thought in her
head.

Nyssa smiled and opened a drawer on the side of the table. "You've
followed your deepest and darkest desires, didn't you? You took your
little sister. Now she's your little toy."

Heather closed her eyes, unable to form the words to reply. There was
only the pleasure now. Her pleasure and her Mistress' voice.

Nyssa lifted something from the drawer. It resembled a hypodermic in
only the broadest sense. Though the needle was slim and sharp and
perfectly ordinary, the chamber behind it looked nothing like anything
on Earth. Rather than an empty glass cylinder, it looked as if it were
crystalline, with a milky-white color to it. Something inside it
glittered, as if it already had something in it.

"Yes, my pet, keep thinking of that ... keep thinking of your little
slave ... of the great pleasure she brings you ... of her mindless
obedience to you ..."

Heather's orgasm intensified. She panted wildly, moaning deeply, the
rise in pleasure only serving to reinforce her feelings for Melinda.

She barely even noticed when the needle entered her arm.

Nyssa drew out the plunger slowly. The crystal filled with bright,
glowing silver, at once liquid and gaseous, flowing in and around the
little sparkles within. As the chamber filled, its pale radiance shone
on Heather's skin like quicksilver moonlight.

She slipped the needle out of Heather's arm. The point where the needle
had entered glowed silver for a few moments, then faded away, leaving
the skin unbroken.

Heather uttered a soft sigh and fell limp on the table, her orgasm
fading as she slipped into a deep trance. Nyssa put the glowing
hypodermic into the drawer and carefully closed it before turning back
to her slave.

"Now, my pet," Nyssa whispered into Heather's ear. "Tell me all about
... the house at the end of the street ..."
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