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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: 31 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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/The silvery glow illuminates her face with a pale radiance that is
ghostly and eerie. The shadows play on her cheeks and around her eyes,
giving her a demonic air. In her hands, she cradles the seeds lovingly.
They glitter and sparkle at their core./

/Around her, the room is shrouded in darkness. She is alone, yet there
is another presence with her./

/"These are what I have taken," Nyssa says with a soft, sultry voice.
There is also a touch of hunger to it as well, giving her words a tone
of menace. "Seeds of desire. Seeds of lust. Seeds of chaos."/

/She turns slowly. Ethereal light spills from between her fingers.
There is something next to her, like a long table. At one end the light
appears to glint off something metallic./

/She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes briefly. She lets the
breath go as a soft moan, her body shivering. She is pleased. Immensely
pleased. The feeling radiates from her, her happiness edging over into
erotic/

/Slowly, Nyssa smiles as she appears to listen to a far-off voice that
cannot be heard by normal means. "I have been good ... I will be better
... and you will receive more from me ... you ... uhhn ..."/

/Nyssa pants lightly, bending slightly at the waist. She lifts her head
and moans. Her thighs quake. Pleasurable reward suffuses her./

/"Not too fast ..." she whispers. She shudders and moans more loudly.
What she feels when the energy flows to it, when it feeds, is beyond
mere words. It is the essence of bliss, a sweet surrender to delight
that, were she a weak-minded mortal, she would happily surrender to
until she was drained of everything./

/Instead, she controls herself. She does not let it draw too much
strength from the energies she has gathered. She gently curtails it. It
does not grow angry with her. It's a game, a game of control and
domination. The balance of power is maintained between them for the
time being./

/Yet the pleasure she feels from it continues, soft and sweet, a gentle
arousal .../



Cassie's eye flickered open. She had to resist the urge to reach
between her legs and touch the damp ache that had manifested in her
sex.

She swallowed and closed her legs, biting her lip rather than moaning
at the pressure against her swollen pussy. She closed her eyes again
and took slow, deep breaths until she had calmed herself. She refused
to let herself get off on any dream like this, not one where her
arousal was because of Nyssa.

When it had abated enough for her to move without difficulty, she got
out of bed and gathered her thoughts.

She now had to ask herself: what did she just learn from this dream?
She had no choice but to practice this snap analysis on them, instead
of savoring the vivid imagery and letting her mind free-associate over
the next few days. She hated having to change the way she did things.

Cassie mulled over it as she took a shower. She still had some moisture
from her arousal lingering on her thighs. It made her feel tainted and
dirty.

As she let the water play over her body, she could see the obvious.
Nyssa had the "seeds" from the others that she had extracted. Where was
she standing? It must have been the examination room. Cassie didn't
think it could be anywhere else.

But what about that bit about energies and feeding? Was she referring
to the Darkness? Was she "feeding" it somehow?

Cassie shuddered violently. It was too frightening a concept to
conceive. Unfortunately, it made her previous dreams make more sense
now. She would have to tell Jason.

As she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a large towel about
herself, she realized there was one good thing. She had not recalled
any dream involving Jason. No scheming to take him, or otherwise do
something to stop him. Perhaps he was safe after all, and they were all
jumping at shadows with regards to that.

Surely, she reasoned, she would have dreamed about something as
important as that.



Jason began to feel uneasy on the bus ride to school.

Admittedly, he had been on edge all morning. He was worried about
Thursday and Friday, when the new Harbinger team would be put to the
test. He still kept sensing hesitation in Becky, and impatience in Ned.
Both were bad for different reasons.

Heather and Melinda sat across from him on the bus, if for no other
reason than those were the only empty seats. The other students were
still letting them stay together on the bus even though it seemed they
ceased being friends.

Normally when this happened, Jason kept making furtive glances almost
exclusively to Melinda, looking for some sign that she might be
resisting somehow. While he still did this now, his gaze was
increasingly drawn to Heather. Or more specifically, to her aura.

/... remain submissive and obedient ... do not resist ... obey your
Mistress ... do as she commands you ... do not hesitate .../

It was different today. While the continued whispers of submission were
the same, they had a tone of greater urgency. He felt as if the
Darkness were worried. It sounded bizarre to him. How could it feel
anything, let alone that? Surely that was his own emotion being
projected onto it.

He had had a similar experience when Richie had boarded the bus, but
their contact had been so fleeting that Jason had dismissed it as his
imagination. Now he was not so sure anymore. Yet Melinda seemed no
different. Her aura appeared to whisper nothing new.

Things didn't seem to be looking up at all once he got to school and
met the others in the parking lot.

"Man, this fuckin' stinks!" Ned complained. "We haven't done squat
yet!"

Jason sighed and tried to remain patient. "Ned, I explained this to
you. We have to wait until Nyssa starts taking students again, then we
can proceed like I explained."

"Look, dude, why can't we just all go running in there and take her
on!"

"What, and get enslaved to her again?" Becky asked, aghast.

"Aw, you heard what he said before, Becks. Once she loses ya, ya can't
get taken again, right?"

"Well, we /think/ so," Jason said. "We can't be one hundred percent
sure."

Becky sneered at Ned. "See? And don't call me 'Becks,' I hate that!"

"And I haven't been taken yet," Diane said with a small shiver. "She
can still do something to me."

"And me as well," Jason added in a weaker voice, feeling a twinge of
anxiety.

Ned looked thoughtful for a moment. "She can't hypnotize all of us at
once you know."

"And how do you know that, Ned?" Cassie asked hotly. "Come on, you went
through the same thing I did. You know how powerful she is."

Ned sighed and shook his head. "I barely remember most of it,
actually," he muttered.

Cassie caught herself before she retorted to that. She sometimes forgot
that she understood things better because of her dreams. It was hard to
remember that other people's dreams were not like hers. "Well, um, in
any case, we shouldn't risk that until we know more."

"Look, let me settle this once and for all, okay?" Jason said, his
impatience showing in his voice. "I never gave you guys the details on
how I got this ability to see auras in the first place, right? Well, I
won't go into the whole story now, but I will say that it was a gift
from someone that wanted us to use it against the Darkness. And what
she told us was that we don't go directly against the agents of the
Darkness. We focus on helping people escape it instead. Or would you
rather we have attacked her directly and wound up enslaved to her and
not be around to help you, Ned, or you, Becky, get out from under her?"

Ned stared at Jason for a moment. He made a face, but then heaved a
long sigh. "All right, fine," he grumped.

"Please, listen to him," Diane pleaded. "He knows what he's talking
about."

Becky bit at her lip, looking pale and scared.

"Are you all right, Becky?" asked Cassie.

She paused a long moment and then shook her head. "No, I'm not all
right. I haven't been all right this whole week! I don't even know what
I'm doing ..."

"You're helping us. Or I thought you were," Jason said a bit more
sharply than he had intended.

Becky frowned at him. "It's not easy, okay? I'm ... I-I'm frightened."

"Aw, about what?" Ned whined, rolling his eyes.

"You heard Jason yourself! He's not sure whether she'll go after us
again or not!"

"So we just sit around and do nothing?" Jason asked.

"I didn't say that!"

"Well, that's what you implied."

Becky gave him an indignant look. "Don't put words into my mouth!"

Jason bit off a further retort when he realized he was baiting her. He
took a moment to compose himself. "I'm sorry, Becky. Guess I'm a little
on edge myself this morning. Just do the best you can. That's all I
want from everyone."

"But nothing today, huh?" Ned asked in disappointment.

"I still want you to keep doing the rotation I set up. Keep an eye on
Nyssa's office. Just in case she decides to break the routine. It will
be good practice for tomorrow."

The gathering broke up quickly after that. Cassie lingered and pulled
Jason aside.

"What is it?" Jason asked.

"You wanted me to volunteer information more about my dreams. Well, I
had a doozy last night ..."

Jason listened to the explanation, his eyebrows rising. "She's
/feeding/ it?"

"So that's the impression you're getting as well?"

"Yes. And it makes sense. And it means we really could be doing some
harm to her."

Cassie nodded. "The fewer students she takes, the less energy she has
to give the Darkness." She made a face and shivered. "It sounds kind of
disgusting. It's like she's draining them like ... l-like some kind of
vampire ..."

"No, probably not. Not in the strict sense anyway. More likely she's
feeding off something else, like sexual energy, or their free will, or
some combination. But the point is, it sounds almost like she's going
to get in trouble if she doesn't keep it well-fed."

Cassie shuddered again at the imagery it conjured up. "Maybe we better
not talk about it like that anymore."

"It's fine, Cassie. But it does mean we have to stop as many as we can
from falling to her."

Cassie managed a small smile. At least he was referring to them as "we"
again.

"By the way, why did you wait until now instead of telling me during
our meeting?"

"I'm not sure how the others would react to me. Becky especially. She
... she used to call me names to the other girls."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Cassie shrugged, trying to look indifferent about it. "It's okay. I'm
better about it now. Kind of."

"It's okay. I won't force you to talk about your dreams in front of the
others."

Cassie smiled weakly. "Thanks. I just hope I can get more comfortable
with them soon."

"Yeah, I know. And I hope they can work together as a team. We're going
to need all the help we can get."



Laura glanced down at her desk. A slow smile came to her lips.

"Marcie."

Marcie appeared two seconds later at the door. "Yes, Miss Bendon?"

Laura gestured towards the top of her desk. In the center was a large
mug of steaming hot coffee and a French roll. "Did you bring this for
me?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon, I did," Marcie said in a slightly husky voice.

Laura sat down at her desk and picked up the mug. It had the barest
hint of brown coloration to it. In less light it would have looked
black. She gave it a sniff and raise an eyebrow. She looked up in
surprise.

"Double-mocha with just half a teaspoon of cream, exactly as you like
it," Marcie said. She squirmed a bit where she stood.

"And the roll?"

"From that little bake shop three blocks over behind the mini-mall."
She paused a moment. "That's your favorite one, isn't it?"

"Why, yes, it is."

Marcie smiled. She let her breath go as a soft sigh as she shifted her
legs, feeling her thighs rub together and sending a little thrill of
pleasure through her sex. "So ... you like it?" she asked with a hint
of urgency in her voice. "Did I do okay, Miss Bendon?"

"You did fabulous, Marcie."

"Mmm, thank you, Miss Bendon," Marcie said in a sweetly sultry voice.
Heat gathered in her pussy.

"You didn't have to, you know."

"Oh, but ... but I did."

Laura paused to take a sip of her coffee, keeping her eyes fixed on
Marcie. "Did you now?"

"I ... I like doing things for you, Miss Bendon."

"Well, I can understand that, Marcie. Certainly you find the tasks you
do around here ... pleasurable, don't you?"

Marcie uttered a tiny moan. Her thighs trembled as her pussy grew damp.
"Mmm, yes, Miss Bendon ... very pleasurable ..."

"So ... you find doing these extra things for me pleasurable as well?"

Marcie's nipples hardened. "Mmm, yes ... very much so, Miss Bendon."

"Well, Marcie, you've reached a new level in your job here, it would
seem."

"Oh?"

"You're not just a receptionist for me, Marcie. You're a /good/
receptionist." Laura paused a moment. "You're my good girl."

Marcie giggled at this. "Thank you, Miss Bendon!" she gushed. Her
breath grew short. "I really try ..."

"Oh, I have no doubt that you do. In fact, I think a reward will be in
order soon."

Marcie looked excited. "Another reward?"

"Yes. Not until the weekend, though. Keep being my good girl for the
week and then we'll see."

"Mmm, yes, Miss Bendon. I'll keep being your good girl!" Marcie said,
her voice growing more husky and strained.

"In that case, I believe you should return to work. You need to get
those files for me straightened out."

"Oh, yes, Miss Bendon, I'll get right on that!"

"It will please me very much that you do."

Marcie shuddered. She uttered another small moan as her pussy suddenly
throbbed in a gentle orgasm. It did not last long, but it made her feel
a moment's worth of confusion. She looked at Laura, wondering what had
just happened to her.

"Back to work with you now," Laura said.

Marcie blinked and then slowly smiled. "Um, yes, of course, Miss
Bendon, I'll ... get right to work."

At the thought of this, the light pleasure of arousal returned to her
again, easing the doubts she had been about to express. She was again
eager to go about her tasks.

Laura smiled. "See you later, Marcie."

"Mmmm ... yes, Miss Bendon ..."



Jason had spotted the note on the teacher's desk when he first walked
into the classroom, but it did not really register with him. It had the
letterhead of the school at the top, and he had assumed that there was
going to be some announcement at the start of class. Principal Bendon
was known for despising the aging PA system, so she often disseminated
notices in this manner.

The teacher picked up the note only after most of the class had settled
down. It was apparent she had not even looked at it yet, and now an
eyebrow rose.

"Jason Conner."

Jason was so surprised to hear his name that it took him a moment to
look up.

"Report to the nurse's station immediately, please."

For the next few seconds, Jason just stared. He shivered, as if a chill
breeze had wafted over him. Yet as shocked as he was, he was also
surprised as to how calm he was about it.

"Jason?"

"Um, yes, Ms. Powers," Jason said, grabbing his book and stuffing it
into his backpack.

The teacher afforded him a small smile as he stood up from his desk.
"At least with you I have no doubts you'll make up the work."

"Uh, yes, Ms. Powers, thank you," Jason said absently as he headed out.

He closed the door to the classroom behind him and paused a moment,
leaning heavily against the lockers and taking several deep breaths.
Only now did his heart start to hammer in his chest, the first tendrils
of fear twining around his spine.

He was no less convinced now as before. There was no way he would
submit to her voluntarily. He would not come any closer to Nyssa's
office than his own locker.

He moved quickly. He had no idea how long it would be before Nyssa
realized that he was not coming. Up until now she had never left that
office. He hoped it was because she had somehow anchored herself there,
or that it was the only place she could connect to the Darkness of
Haven. It was never tested so he didn't know for sure.

Jason took only those things that were his. He left all his books in
the locker. There was no sense in taking those since he was sure he was
not coming back. It would also keep his burden light, just in case he
was forced to run.

By the time he closed his locker, his heart was thudding in his ears
and causing an ache in his chest. He had never felt this scared in his
entire life. He glanced down the hallway to the west wing and
swallowed. He could almost feel a palpable pull that wanted to draw him
into Nyssa's presence.

He swiftly turned his back on it and headed quickly for the main
entrance. He had to force himself not to run. He didn't want to alert
anyone on the faculty that he was leaving

Jason wasn't even sure where he would go. Home? That would be the first
place they would come looking for him. Or his own Dad would bring him
back. After all, he was in league with the Darkness as well.

Jason felt his throat trying to close up at the thought of his own
father betraying him like that. It was not so much the thought itself
as the fact that he /believed/ his own father to be capable of doing
just that.

As Jason passed the last of the classrooms, he couldn't help but break
into a run as he spotted the east entrance up ahead, just past the
intersection with another hallway. Whatever influence Nyssa may have
had on him trying to get him to come to her had vanished when he saw
freedom so close at hand.

His mind raced almost as fast as his heart. Maybe he could still keep
in touch with the others, even if he decided to leave Haven. He still
had his phreaking skills. The switch that serviced Haven was still old
enough he could hack his way to a free long distance call or two. He
...

Jason looked up and came to a sudden stop, his feet sliding across the
polished floor as he watched the figure emerge from the hallway off to
the side.

For a long moment, Jason and Richie stared at each other. Finally,
Jason could no longer stand the silence. "Um ... hi."

"Yo," Richie drawled, his hands thrust into his pockets. "Leavin' early
today, huh?"

Jason's face hardened. "Yeah. And you probably know why, don't you?"

Richie just shrugged and said nothing.

Jason paused a moment, then tried to advance, making it obvious that he
intended to go around Richie. Richie just watched him, not seeming to
care, until Jason was just about to pass him. At that point, Richie
backed up and quickly positioned himself in front of Jason.

Richie grinned. "Jason bein' truant? Huh, that's a new one for the
record books, ain't it?"

Jason decided he was not going to dance around the matter. "Are you
going to stop me, Richie?"

Richie snickered. "You want me to?"

"Stop playing games."

"Nah, man, I stopped playing games ever since I got that hot little
number for myself, you know?"

Jason tried to feint a step to one side and instead went the other.
Richie fell for it, and Jason got past him briefly. The next moment
Richie grabbed his arm hard enough to hurt and yanked him back. Before
Jason could recover, Richie shoved him back and pinned him against a
nearby wall.

Richie smirked. "Told ya, nerd-boy, you gotta start carin' about things
that don't have a keyboard and mouse attached. Like havin' decent
muscles."

"Sorry. I don't get as much exercise as you do bullying people," Jason
said coldly.

"Now you just shut your fat fucking mouth, 'kay? Mistress would be
upset if you had a black eye and were missin' a few teeth."

Jason snorted humorlessly. "Listen to yourself, Richie. You called her
Mistress."

"Yeah? So?"

"You freaked out when you came close to calling Cassie that. Why the
change of heart? Why'd you go to Nyssa? The real reason I mean?"

Richie paused a moment, as if searching for the right words. "This is
different," he finally said. "Cassie couldn't do shit for me. Mistress
can give me what I want."

"Yeah, you just have to turn in your friends to do it, that's all."

Jason's perceptions focused on the Darkness of Richie's aura, as much
as he had tried to avoid it.

/... stop him ... Mistress must have him ... obey Mistress ... if you
fail, Mistress will be upset ... if you fail, Mistress will not reward
you .../

Richie sneered. He grabbed Jason with both hands, pulled him away from
the wall, and gave him a hard shove back down the corridor away from
the entrance.

"Get the fuck out of here," Richie said. "This entrance is closed."

Jason was already backing up from him. "Not going to chase me?"

Richie snorted. "Like that would be a challenge either. Nah. Anyway, I
figure you'd have better luck beating up Heather than me."

Jason blinked. "Heather? What are you ...?"

"Jason, please."

Jason whirled around, his eyes wide. Heather stood not three feet in
front of him. He was too nonplussed to speak.

"You have to go to the nurse's station, Jason," Heather said softly.
"You have to see my Mistress."

"You know I can't do that, Heather."

When Heather said nothing further, Jason tried to get past her. Heather
stepped in his way but did not try to touch him. Jason stopped anyway,
even though he knew he could probably push past her, for something in
her aura made him stop.

"What is it?" Jason demanded.

/... obey Mistress ... guide him to Mistress ... then she will be safe
... you must obey ... he must come .../

"You have to see her," Heather said in a husky voice. "Please."

"Why? What's going to happen if I don't?"

Heather paused a long moment. "Jason, if you go see her ... I'll ...
I'll let you play with Melinda sometimes."

Jason gaped at her. "Play with her? /Play/ with her?! She's not some
doll you can just hand out to people! She's your sister! She's ... she
was /my girlfriend!/"

"You can have her like that again. I can tell her to be your girlfriend
sometimes."

"I don't want a mindless slave, Heather."

"She's not mindless," Heather said, her voice strained. "Not now ... "

Jason saw something flicker in her eyes. "Not now. You ..."

And when her aura spoke to him next, his blood ran cold.

/... Mistress will be displeased if you fail ... she will be mindless
... she will be an empty shell .../

"Go to my Mistress, Jason," Heather said in a sultry voice. "And maybe
you can have Melinda. And she'll h-have a mind."

Jason was too horrified to speak. She had just confirmed what he had
picked up from her aura.

"Melinda is a good little girl, Jason," Heather continued in a low
voice. "She can be that and still think when I let her. I can let her
think more often. You'd ... you'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting her
think?"

Jason's heart pounded. He almost could not believe what was hearing.
Nyssa had actually threatened to wipe Melinda's mind completely if
Heather did not obey her. The sheer horror of it came close to making
him miss the point. When it did dawn on him, it gave him some measure
of hope.

If Nyssa was having to make threats to insure obedience, her power was
reaching its limits, or Heather was somehow still resisting her on some
level. Or a little of both.

"At least Mistress would let Mel keep her boobs, huh?" Richie said,
chuckling at his own joke.

Jason turned his head. Emboldened by his thoughts, he snapped, "Shut
your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you."

Richie was so surprised to hear this that he just stared at Jason.

Jason turned back to Heather and took a deep breath. "All right. I'll
go see her."

Heather smiled. There was obvious relief in her face, though she
quickly covered it up. "Mistress will be very pleased with you."

Jason looked at her and then back towards Richie, adding a look of
contempt to his face in the latter. "So are you two going with me?"

"Nah, we're just supposed to stop ya from leavin', that's all," said
Richie.

Jason nodded once and started away. He stopped briefly and looked back
at them. He felt like he needed to say something here, but he was at a
loss. He didn't know what to feel anymore. Or if he felt anything.

He gave them one last forlorn look and headed back into the school and
towards the west wing.



Nyssa opened the drawer under the examination table, a pale glow
greeting her as she carefully extracted the strange, crystalline
syringes inside. She cupped them in her hands and smiled wickedly.

She turned and brought them over to the back of the room. She reached
forward with a foot and hooked the toe of her shoe under the lip of a
door to a small cabinet under the counter top. A brighter glow that
seemed to flow from the inside of the cabinet rather than shine flooded
the area with quicksilver radiance. She bent over and placed the
handful of syringes with the others she had collected.

She straightened and peered down at them. "Perhaps I should use one on
you, Jason," she whispered to herself. "Perhaps give you a new fetish.
Or empty your mind of any coherent thought. Or ..."

She glanced over her shoulder as she heard the door to the reception
area. Quickly she shut the cabinet door and headed out of the
examination room.

Nyssa found Jason standing just inside the room, the door already
closed behind him. He did not cling to the doorknob as she thought he
might, or look particularly frightened. On one level, this disappointed
her. On another, it thrilled her.

Yet when Jason's eyes rose to her, she could see the fear in them, if
only briefly.

"Yes, you see it now, don't you?" Nyssa purred.

Jason took a deep breath and forced himself to be calm. Even just
hearing her voice was enough to make his skin flush hot. He carefully
kept his gaze averted from her eyes. Instead, he let it trace out the
form that the Darkness had taken around her. Now that he was not
holding back, now that he wanted to use his ability, he could see it
very clearly.

But as for the patterns in the aura, with Nyssa it was different.

When he looked at her, no whisper came into his mind. The Darkness did
not have a voice with her. Or perhaps, it did have one, but it was
silent, as if it were choosing not to speak in Jason's presence. Or had
no need to speak, as Nyssa was its partner rather than its slave. It
had no need to voice words of obedience into her mind.

This was not to say that he did not see patterns. Instead, his mind was
more open to the physical manifestations, and now they took on a
definite shape. Forms that had been only hinted at before now stood out
boldly, overlaid upon her like a double-exposed photo.

"Is that what you really look like?" Jason asked in a quavering voice.

He heard her heels click as she strolled towards him. His heart started
to pound again and he turned his eyes away from her entirely. "Not
really," Nyssa said softly. "But it's something you understand. It's
something you can relate to."

Jason understood. His eyes were seeing the pattern, his mind was trying
to make sense of it, and that was the closest it could get.

Nyssa stopped. He glanced down and saw her white, high-heeled shoes.
Even seeing just that much of her made his body respond, a tingling
centering itself between his legs. He had to find something to distract
him, and possibly her as well. Even if he was going to fall, he wanted
to learn as much as possible.

He just didn't know if he was going to be in a position to remember it
later.

"You take that other form often?" Jason asked.

Nyssa bent down and whispered directly into his ear. "Jason ... look up
..."

Jason shivered at the feel of her moist, warm breath on his ear. He
started panting, his cock trying to rise in his pants. He clenched his
teeth with the effort to crush any desire he may feel for her. "Why
won't you a-answer my question? What are you afraid of?"

Nyssa giggled. "Afraid? Me? Hardly."

She ran a finger down the back of Jason's neck and slowly down his
spine. Jason trembled and bit his lip hard to suppress a moan.

"I could ask you why you are so obsessed with my other form." She
lowered her voice to a husky, breathy cadence. "When my present one is
/so/ much more pleasant to look at ..."

Jason swallowed hard. He should have realized. She didn't need her eyes
at first. Every one of her senses was deeply hypnotic. He felt her
fingers slip further down and touch his backside briefly before running
back up his spine, sending tingles of raw pleasure through his body.

Her fingers ran through his hair. He moaned and forced himself to turn
away from her completely.

"Oh, now, Jason, you really are being a naughty little boy," Nyssa
cooed as she came up from behind him and slid her hands around his
sides. She smiled as she felt him quiver under her touch. She drew
close, pressing her breasts against his back and bringing her wet lips
near his ear again. "A very, very /naughty/ little boy ..."

She gently kissed his earlobe. He suddenly felt very hot, and it was
growing steadily more difficult to think. His body screamed to be
touched, and his mind was obligingly coming up with many erotic ways in
which it could be done. Desperately he tried to quash them, so he could
think straight.

"I-is this how y-you took the others?" Jason asked in a weak voice.
"Got them all too e-excited to think?"

Nyssa giggled softly and slid her hands down his hips and around his
thighs. Jason was so hard and so aroused that he could already feel a
small damp spot in his briefs near the head of his cock.

"And why is that so bad? Hmm?" She draped a hand very lightly over his
crotch.

"Uhn ... s-stop it ..."

"You don't like this?"

She trailed a single fingertip along the bulge in his jeans. Jason
shuddered, his cock jumping at her command. "It's ... n-not ... fair
..." he croaked.

"Mmm, it's very fair, Jason. It's your own desires working against you.
Control them and maybe you stand a chance against someone like me." She
reached down and undid his belt. "But then again ... maybe not ..."

Jason mustered up his remaining will and pulled himself from her. He
staggered away only a step or two, breathing hard. He placed a shaking
hand on the door to steady himself.

"You think you can resist me, Jason," Nyssa said with amusement in her
voice. She moved back towards the desk and sat on the edge, crossing
one ankle over the other. "But the real truth is, you're halfway to
being mine already."

"Y-yours ...?"

"Yes, mine. You're going to be all mine, Jason. You're going to be my
pet. My total slave. Exclusively. Unlike the others, I get to take you
with me when I go."

Jason tried to hold out against his own traitorous lusts enough to
understand what Nyssa had just said. She had been planning to leave at
some point all along. And she implied that once she did, the ones she
took would no longer be enslaved to her.

Now he had found himself even more hope. First his revelation about
Nyssa's limitations and now this. It helped him stave off her control
for the time being.

"Mmm, you are an interesting one, Jason," Nyssa cooed. "You have a very
strong will. It will make it all the more delicious to destroy. And
now, thanks to your friends, I know exactly why."

Jason swallowed, and in that moment his hope wavered.

Nyssa's smile grew sultry. "Yes, that's right. I know your little
secret. I know all about the House. I know about Mara. Very clever of
her, I will admit."

Even when she was speaking of things non-sexual, her voice still had an
allure to it that kept wanting to make him turn around. Several times
the thought came into his head, and it became harder each time to stop
his body from responding to it.

"And I know everything you know, Jason. You may resist, but your mind
is open to me. I can sense your thoughts and your feelings. I know
you're weakening."

"We ... we stopped you ... a f-few times ..." Jason croaked, trying to
get his mind to focus on anything other than his steadily rising lust.

"But not anymore. And certainly no one is going to stop me now. And you
really don't want me to be stopped, do you? This feels far too good.
You're getting far too horny to want to stop."

Jason shuddered. His knees almost gave out from under him. His cock was
so hard it ached.

"Yes, that's right ... why think when you can just feel ... feel the
pleasure ..."

His cock felt as if something was stoking it lightly. He moaned deeply
and staggered back.

"That's what you'll get as my pet, Jason ... I'll make sure you feel it
every moment of every day ..."

"Uhhhhn ... s-stop ..."

"And everything you do for me ... every way you please me ... just
brings more of it ..."

Jason had no more words. It was too much of a struggle to form them in
his head. He panted and trembled.

"Turn around, Jason."

Jason's body shuddered again.

"Obey me. It will bring more pleasure to you."

It was too much. His will was shattering. He stumbled and turned to
face Nyssa. With little resistance left, his eyes lifted almost of
their own accord to hers.

Another tremor went through him as he felt his mind hopelessly
ensnared. He felt himself falling to her, physically as he walked into
her waiting arms, her legs now uncrossed and spread before her, and
mentally as his world became ice blue.

"And the last falls to me," Nyssa cooed as she stroked Jason's cheek,
his eyes becoming glazed and blank. "The last of the four. The last of
the Sensitives."

And then something triggered deep in Jason's mind. Suddenly another
small spark of realization.

The last of the Sensitives.

She doesn't know.

/She doesn't know./

"What don't I know, Jason?" Nyssa demanded softly but urgently. "What
is that secret? What ..."

But the next moment, even Jason did not know, for the thought retreated
quickly from his conscious mind. He was left with the odd feeling that
there should be something he ought to know here, but it was not coming
to him.

"Damn you, Mara," Nyssa hissed.

Nyssa reached forward and yanked down Jason's zipper. She slipped her
fingers over the cotton of his briefs.

Jason shuddered and let out a keening moan as he came, his cock
throbbing hard. In the icy wasteland in his mind, standing at the edge
of the chasm once again, he fell into the abyss. The pleasure rose up
through his body even as a wet, sticky stain grew on the crotch of his
briefs. His mind emptied of all volition and forethought, his
personality locked away in its frozen prison.

Jason moaned and fell against Nyssa, breathing hard as his orgasm
seemed to continue for a few minutes, his hips jerking occasionally.

Nyssa could have had him cum without the mess. But this helped
reinforce her control over him. It added to his feelings of
helplessness. She let his climax play out before smiling and drawing
him upright. He looked to her with glassy, empty eyes.

Nyssa stood up. She smiled down at him, cupping his chin in her
fingers.

"An empty slate," she said softly. "What shall I fill you with now? I
can make you a pet in every sense of the word. I can make it so you
'forget' how to walk upright, or how to talk. I can make it so you have
no memories, skills, or thoughts other than how to conduct normal
bodily functions and how to please my pussy. I can make it so you would
believe you would die if you did not taste me every day, or cum at
least once buried in my pussy."

Nyssa stroked his cheek. Jason shuddered from the thrill of her touch.

"But we'll let that wait. For now. We'll start with something simpler
instead. Total devotion to me."

Jason drew in a deep, rattling breath as Nyssa's thoughts invaded his
mind. Despite his flagging cock, she made him experience another
orgasm, or at least it felt like one for all intents and purposes. It
swept away whatever little resistance his subconscious had, and new
feelings became instilled into him as if they were his own to start
with.

"And if you're devoted to me, I expect you to show it." She reached
down and touched his crotch. Jason moaned and shivered. His cock came
to life again and expanded to its full thickness. "Stay nice and hard
for me in my presence. And you'll cum only at my word." Her lips curled
into a sly grin. "Like now. Cum."

"Uhhhnnn!" Jason moaned, his hips jerking as his cock spasmed hard,
throbbing wetly into his briefs again.

"And each time you do, you'll want more and more to become a total pet
to me like I described."

"Y-yes, Mistress," Jason panted.

Nyssa playfully stroked her fingertips across the wet stain on his
briefs. Despite the fading orgasm, his cock remained as hard as before,
and he again felt aroused as her touch. She lifted her damp fingertips
to her lips and slowly licked each one clean.

She grinned at him. "You're my slave now, Jason. My plaything. You may
still have your former self tucked away in the back of your mind, but
he is no longer you. He never will be again. By the time the semester
is over and I take my leave, he will be gone. You'll be my mindless
little thrall after that. Won't that be fun?"

"Yes, Mistress," he answered automatically.

"In fact ... that gets you even more excited and horny, doesn't it?"

Jason whimpered. His cock ached from how hard it was, pulsing with each
pounding heartbeat.

"But for now, we still need him. We'll let him out a little. Just
enough so you look normal to other people. But you'll still be my
slave. That's all you are now. That's all you'll ever be. That's the
price you pay for causing me so much grief."

"Yes, Mistress."

Nyssa giggled. "That sounds so sweet coming from you." She glanced idly
at the clock. "We have some time before I have to let you go to your
next class. Remove your clothes, slave. I want to play with my new toy
for a little while."

"Yes, Mistress," said Jason, his voice husky in anticipation of
pleasing her.
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