Melinda wished she hadn't picked this park. It brought back too many memories.

It was the same park where she and Jason had talked the first time that they had realized the power the House possessed, when it had allowed Jason to make Melinda masturbate in front of him. They had debated what the House was all about. Failing to find any answers, they had instead debated whether to continuing visiting it.

They had decided in favor. Now look where it had gotten her.

She was grateful to see the now familiar black limo drive up and let Cassie off. Cassie paused and looked around warily, as if having second thoughts. Finally she looked towards Melinda, who was sitting in a section of the playground that had been closed for repairs.

It had been that way when Jason and Melinda had come here, too. Some things never change in Haven.

Melinda tried to smile as Cassie approached her. "Hi, Cassie."

"Hi," Cassie said in a tiny voice. She looked as if she expected someone to strike her.

Melinda shifted in her seat and offered Cassie more of the bench. Cassie hesitated before sitting down.

Melinda opened her mouth to speak and paused. She looked into Cassie's face and changed what was she was going to say. "Are you all right?"

"I didn't sleep well last night, Melinda," Cassie said in a forlorn voice. "My dreams ... too disturbing ..."

"I'm sorry I had to call you down here like this. I just didn't think we could do this over the phone."

Cassie nodded slowly, her eyes downcast.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Cassie paused a long moment. She took a deep breath and let it go, her body visibly shuddering. "My dreams ... they were about the nurse ..."

Melinda swallowed. "You mean Nyssa?"

Cassie shivered at the name. "She ... sh-she did something to me ..."

"I know, Cassie. It ... what you tried to do, it wasn't your fault ..."

Cassie looked up. Melinda flinched at the haunted look in her friend's eyes.

"That's the terrible thing about it, Melinda," said Cassie. "It was my fault."

"But how? Nyssa controlled your mind! You can't stand up against that!"

"You don't understand, Melinda! What I did to him ... what I tried to do ... I wanted to do it!"

Melinda just stared, falling silent.

Cassie sighed. "Richie ... he hurt me when he told me ..." She stopped and took a deep breath. "No, I won't cry again ... a-anyway ... I wanted to do that. I wanted to have him do whatever I wanted. I wanted him to hang on every word I said. You can't understand that."

"Yes, I can!" Melinda piped. "It was a fantasy, right? Not something you'd normally do. Just something you thought about, right?"

Cassie paused and nodded slowly.

"You never expected to be able to actually do it. Come on, we all have stuff like that. We all have things we think about but ..."

"But you don't know what it's like to have someone make them real for you!" Cassie cried, almost on the verge of tears again.

Melinda paused and gave her a deadpan look. "Yes, I do, Cassie," she said softly.

Cassie stared. "You can't possibly ..."

"Yes, I can, because it happened to me!"

Cassie's eyes widened. "What? You mean ... the nurse ...?"

"No, not the nurse. Remember I told you something odd happened to me over the summer? You wanted to know what it was. That's what it was. Me, Jason, Heather, and Richie. We all found this house, it had some sort of strange power in it. It let us ... i-it let us t-take control of each other. Make ... make them do things we wanted."

Cassie's mouth dropped open. "My dreams ..." she breathed. "I dreamed about a house and four ... oh my God ..."

Melinda gasped when Cassie suddenly went pale. "Cassie! What's wrong?!"

"Melinda, wh-when did that happen to you? When over the summer exactly?"

"Um ... last week or two of July, why?"

Cassie's eyes were wide. "That's the same time I ... I never ... I never thought those dreams might be real ... they were too fantastic ..."

"Okay, Cassie, calm down," Melinda said, draping an arm around her shoulders. "It's okay."

"You don't understand, Melinda! My dreams ... this ... this means they show me what's really happening ... they're not symbolic at all! I never thought ..."

"Look, never mind that for now," Melinda said a bit impatiently. "The point is, I understand what happened to you. It screwed us up, too. We managed to leave it behind, but ..."

Cassie had to take a few moments to calm herself. She wanted too much to explore this new revelation about the significance of her dreams. She had seen so many things that were confusing or disturbing to her. So many people doing things that seemed odd to her.

Or did seem odd to her. With this new turn of events, some of the things she had seen were making chilling sense to her now.

Yet she was still torn up enough inside about Richie that she had to keep talking, now that Melinda got her to open up about it. "Melinda, I still want to do it ... if she offered the power to me again ... I'd take it. In a second. I'd use it."

Melinda sighed. "Yeah," she said softly. "I know that feeling, too."

Tears slid down Cassie's face. The two of them embraced each other.

"I didn't want to hurt anyone," Cassie sobbed. "I wouldn't have hurt Richie ... please believe me ..."

"I do, Cassie, I do. Really. It's okay." She slowly broke off the embrace. "But do you see why I have to talk to you? I have to find out what she did to you. How she did it. She's doing this with more students at the school."

"I know ... but I barely remember anything from when I came into her office. Just ... " Cassie shivered. "Those eyes of hers ... and ..."

She slowly rubbed a hand up and down one arm.

"Something wrong?" asked Melinda.

"Huh?"

"Your arm. You keep rubbing it."

"Oh ... uh, nothing ... thought it hurt or something but ..."

"Wait. Did she hurt your arm somehow?"

"Yes ... no ... I ... I don't know." Cassie paused a moment and then sighed in exasperation. "I'm sorry, Melinda, I just can't remember."

"It's okay."

"All I remember is feeling really good. The best I ever felt in my life. Like nothing could go wrong."

"I know that feeling, too. I think that's what the power does to you. It makes it so you want to keep using it. Like you get addicted to it or something."

Cassie shivered. "Does i-it go away?" she asked in a tiny voice.

Melinda hesitated for a moment. "Um, yes ... it does. Mostly."

"God, I hope it does ..."

"And remember what I said, Cassie. Even though it's your own fantasy, it's not your fault. It's not natural for someone to be able to grant fantasies like that."

Cassie managed a small smile. "Thank you, Melinda. You really are a friend." She stood up. "I better get going."

Melinda stood with her and nodded. "Thanks for talking to me."

"Did it help? Can ... can you use it to stop her?"

Melinda sighed. "I don't know if we can stop her, but it does help. Here, let me walk with you to your car."

Cassie nodded and turned, sweeping her gaze into the open part of the playground. Suddenly she uttered a single, frightened gasp, her face a mask of horror, her eyes wide and staring.

"Huh? What is it, Cassie?" Melinda said worriedly. "What is it you're looking ...?"

Then Melinda saw it as well. A man with two young children. His body was surrounded by the black miasma of darkness.

"Oh my God ..." Cassie breathed. "What ... wh-what is that ... it's ... it's horrible!"

It took a moment for realization to dawn. "Cassie, you can see it??" Melinda cried. "You can see the darkness?!"

"You see it too? You really see it? I'm not finally going insane?!"

"No, no, shhh, you're okay," Melinda said as Cassie started to shake. "Cassie, you never saw this before? Ever?"

"Not until last night in my dreams. And now here ... what ... what is it?"

Melinda's heart raced. "We don't know. We just know it as the Darkness."

It was only then that Melinda realized she had elevated the Darkness in her mind to something more tangible. It was more than just the abstract concept that it had been up until this point. Now she felt as if it had an identity, that it was deserving of a title rather than just a simple word.

She shivered. It also meant that she could envision it trying to reach out and touch them, like a physical being could.

"It's terrible ... " Cassie whimpered. " ... my God ... "

And now Melinda remembered something Mara had said: Those that you save will become allies against the Darkness.

"I have to tell the others about this," Melinda said excitedly. "I think you can see it now because we saved you. Cassie, before we pulled you off Richie, you had this around you."

Cassie whipped her head around and stared at Melinda in revulsion.

"You don't anymore," Melinda said quickly. "It vanished completely the moment we pulled you from Richie and you snapped out of it. You're free of it. And that may be why you can see it now."

"I don't want to see it, Melinda!"

"Join the club, Cassie, but we can and we have to deal with it."

Cassie swallowed hard as she forced herself to look at the Darkness around the man again. It slithered around him like tentacles from some horrible Lovecraftian nightmare. If anything could scare her off from wanting to take the power again, that was it.

"What about the others? Jason and Heather? Richie?"

"They can all see it. Richie not as good, and Jason's was sort of ... turned off for a bit by Nyssa."

Cassie turned fully toward Melinda. "If I really did have that around me ... then you really did save me something awful. I have to pay that back somehow ..."

"Oh, Cassie, you don't ..."

"Please, just promise me, if there's anything I can do to help ... you'll let me know.

Melinda slowly smiled. "I will, Cassie. I promise."

"You know," mused Mark Darrens as he swirled the remainder of his coffee in his mug. "I was thinking that this would be a perfect day to get in some rounds of golf."

From the other end of the dining room table, Frank smiled at his father. "Sure thing, Dad."

"Now, I know you were probably expecting me to spend some more time with you ..."

Frank waved a hand of dismissal. "Hey, go for it, Dad. You've been working really hard lately, right?"

Mark took a moment to finish off the rest of his coffee. "Hrm. Harder than I would have liked, mind you," he said as he put his mug down. He gave his son a sheepish look. "I know how much you hate that."

Frank did. Or rather, he used to. His father had been his only defense against his stepsister's cruelty and his stepmother's callousness. When he was home, the girls behaved themselves. That's why it had been so hard on Frank these past few weeks when Mark was gone even on weekends. It had made his life a living hell.

"Yeah, but I can understand it," Frank said in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice. "You just want to do what's best for us and all that. I can deal."

Mark looked mildly surprised at this, but no more surprised than he had been earlier that morning to wake up with this strange compunction to play golf in the first place. He had been looking forward to this weekend to spend more time with his family, and now suddenly he wanted to get away from them. Yet it was what he really wanted to do. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted it.

Mark smiled. "Well, maybe we need to wait and see what the female half of the family thinks first."

Frank grinned broadly. "Oh, I doubt you will have much disagreement on that score."

Seated on either side of the table were mother and daughter. Both appeared to have a veneer of calm, more or less. Yet Mindy squirmed constantly in her seat, while Jenny was panting lightly, her nipples two prominent bumps on her shirt. Both had a slightly vacant look to their eyes.

Mark glanced at them. He took no notice of their condition. "Jenny? Mindy? Any objections to me going out with the boys for some golf?"

"Not at all, Mark," Jenny said in a slightly quavering voice with just a hint of huskiness to it. "Please, have fun."

"Yeah, go ahead," said Mindy, her voice a bit strained. She let her breath go as a sigh. "Have a good game."

Mark chuckled. "First time I've ever seen the two of you this agreeable about anything for awhile now," he said as he pushed himself from the table and stood up. He bent down to start collecting plates.

"Oh, no, let them do it, Dad," Frank said with a grin.

Mark paused, then set down the plates he had already gathered. "If you're sure ..."

"Trust me, they won't mind."

"No, not at all," Jenny breathed.

"We'll take care of ... everything ..." Mindy cooed.

"Very good, then," said Mark. "I'll go get ready."

He pushed his chair in and left the kitchen, humming a tune to himself.

Mark watched him go, then turned his attention back to the others. "So ... have a good night's sleep?"

"I tossed and turned all night, Frank," Mindy moaned.

"I couldn't find a comfortable position," Jenny whimpered.

"My pussy was so hot ..."

"My nipples wouldn't stop throbbing ..."

"I couldn't stop thinking about sex ..."

"I kept wanting someone to fondle my tits ..."

"We'll take care of all that today, girls," said Frank. "Just as soon as Dad leaves."

Mindy and Jenny looked at him with desirous gazes. "H-how?" Mindy dared to ask.

"Very simple. I finally let you cum."

Mindy moaned in anticipation. Jenny mewled with delight.

"And then, when you do ... Mindy, you'll be my little pussy-slut. You'll use that pussy of yours only how I want it to be used. It gets wet when I want it wet. Understand?"

Mindy shuddered and uttered another desperate moan. "Yes ..."

"Say it."

"Say ... huh?"

"Say it. Say what it is I'm making you."

"A pussy-slut," Mindy said. She smiled dreamily. "I like that. I like how that sounds. Pussy-slut."

"Frank, please," Jenny begged. "Please listen to your stepmother. Please ..."

Frank raised an eyebrow.

She grabbed her breasts and squeezed, moaning loudly. "Make me your tit-slut. Please ..."

"Of course. Why would I do anything else? Even better ... you can get off only when someone's touching your tits. Rubbin' your pussy alone won't do it. It'll get nice and wet, you can touch it all you want, but unless someone's handling your boobs, you don't get off."

Jenny closed her eyes and moaned. "Thank you, Frank ..."

"Now, see? Such a small change and such a big difference, Marcie."

Marcie stared at herself in the full-length mirror right outside the dressing rooms. Her cheeks were faintly pink.

"Here, move around a bit ..."

Marcie glanced sheepishly at Laura, smiling nervously as Laura guided her such that the skirt swished about her thighs. Below the hem of the skirt, her legs up to just past the knees were exposed.

To Laura's secret delight, Marcie was indeed a budding beauty beneath her schoolmarm coverings. Her legs were a little pale from lack of sunlight, but they were slim and unblemished, the muscles tight and toned.

"Marcie, do you work out?"

Marcie stopped and blinked. "Huh?"

"Work out."

"Er ... yes, Miss Bendon, I do. Why do you ask?"

"You have rather nice legs."

Marcie gaped at Laura. "You ... you think my legs are nice?"

Laura smiled and nodded.

Marcie's blush deepened and she giggled softly. She turned and stepped eagerly to the mirror again. She turned one way and then the other, letting her skirt twirl about her a bit. "It does look sort of nice, doesn't it, Miss Bendon?"

"Indeed it does, Marcie."

"I haven't worn something like this since grade school."

Laura was not the least bit surprised. "Then why not take this opportunity to go back to it?"

"Oh ... but I couldn't ..."

"Why not? In fact, it looks so nice, I insist you wear it to work Monday."

Marcie blinked at Laura in astonishment. "At work, Miss Bendon?"

"Don't you want to look your best at the office?"

"Well, of course, Miss Bendon, but ..."

Laura stepped up to Marcie and gazed directly into her eyes. "Come now, Marcie. I just told you that you have rather attractive legs. Surely you want other people to see that?"

Marcie's eyes widened and she took a deep breath to calm herself. "Other ... other people? Er ..."

"Or maybe I just want to see it."

Marcie was silent for a long moment. "You, Miss Bendon?" she asked in a tiny voice.

Laura smiled. "Yes, me, Marcie. After all ... I am your boss, aren't I?"

"Oh, yes, of course."

"And you always try to do what I tell you?"

"Always, Miss Bendon! But ... well ..."

Laura paused. "Okay, Marcie, how about this: If you're free Monday, let me take you out again. We'll go have lunch somewhere and just take a walk. Get you used to wearing that skirt."

Marcie blushed. "You mean ... like ... in public? Where everyone can ... can see it?" she said in a small voice.

"Sure, why not? Unless you don't want people to know you have nice legs."

Her blush deepened and she giggled again.

"So how about it?"

Marcie was still not sure. Yet when she gazed into Laura's eyes, she found it impossible to refuse. "Okay, Miss Bendon."

Jason bound up the stairs to his room and snatched the phone from the hook. He opened the drawer and peered at the LED at the same time. The LED glowed red.

"I've got it up here, Dad," Jason said. "Hello?"

"Jason, this is Melinda," came the hurried voice at the other end. "Listen, I talked to ..."

"This will have to be short, Melinda, since we're about to have lunch," Jason said clearly and a bit loudly.

There was a soft click. The LED went out.

"Oh, well, I can call back ..."

"No, no, Melinda, it's okay," Jason said in a softer voice. "I had to say that til my Dad got off the other line."

"Oh, okay. Wait ... you don't think he'd listen in?"

Jason glanced at the LED. It was still dark. "Well, not at the moment, anyway. So what's up? What happened when you talked to Cassie?"

"Plenty!" Melinda proceeded to tell him all the details about Cassie's feelings, what happened with the nurse, and what happened afterward when Cassie saw the aura. The only thing she left out was Cassie's revelation about the dreams, for she did not understand it completely herself.

"Holy shit. She actually saw it?"

"Jason, that has to be what Mara meant when she said that people we save will be allies. They must gain the ability. And she's willing to help."

Jason's mind was racing. "Okay, now the question is, does Nyssa know all this?"

Melinda was silent for a long moment. "I didn't think of that," she said in a hollow voice. "She must know we messed up what Cassie was trying to do. I mean, if Nyssa was controlling her, she would know, right?"

"I don't know. I guess it's safer to assume that she does know."

"And she knows Cassie can see auras now."

"Well, wait a minute. I just thought of something. Nyssa 'turned off' my ability on purpose, so I wouldn't know what she was up to. But she couldn't have known about the rest of us, or ..."

"But she knows about us now!" said Melinda, the growing panic in her voice apparent. "I mean, if you didn't have the ability anymore but we stopped her anyway, she has to be able to figure that out! Oh no! She's going to go after the rest of us!"

"Calm down, Melinda. She hasn't come for us yet. Maybe there are limits to what she can do. Maybe she can only get to us in the school."

"You don't know that."

"No, I don't," Jason said flatly. "But the alternative is to stand around scared and do nothing."

Melinda sighed. "I know. But it won't stop me from being scared anyway."

"Hang in there, Melinda. Listen, we'll have to find a way to get all of us together. I might be able to get some time away tomorrow."

Melinda sighs. "It'll have to be in the afternoon. You know how my mother forces me to sit through visits from the stupid relatives after church."

"No, afternoon works better. I'll contact you later with the details. Let Heather know all this. I'll see if I can get in touch with Richie later."

"Heather's standing right next to me. I've already told her everything about Cassie."

"Okay, I'll call you, then."

"Okay. Bye, Jason."

"Bye."

Sally was panting hard, her naked body sprawled out on the bed.

She had submitted to him totally. A few simple touches, and she was again so horny she could barely speak her own name. All she knew was she needed to cum. It was the only thing she wanted.

"Oh God ... oh yeah ... ohhhh ..." Sally moaned.

Gary rocked his hips against her. He had wanted to take her this way. It felt like poetic justice in a way. And if things happened like he wanted them to, it would be all that she would be good for when he was done with her.

Sally's pleasure mounted. It flowed over her body in waves, making her quiver and writhe in delight. It flooded her mind, a mental tidewater sweeping away her own thoughts and feelings. Some part of her realized what was happening and clung desperately to her rapidly diminishing self. A flicker of rationality made it through the overwhelming pleasure, and her hands suddenly rose to his chest. She pressed her hands into him, trying to push him away.

"N-no ... p-please ... ohhhh ... no ... uhhhn ...!"

She was soaring. His cock slammed into her. She was losing the last battle in her mind. Her hands slid limply from his chest and fell to the bed. Everything was subsumed to the pleasure. It filled her consciousness, pushing out everything else, making all other concerns pale and fade. He resistance was almost gone.

"Uhhh ... uhhh! ... mmrrggh ... oh God ... ohhhh! ..."

Gary smiled even as he panted with his own rising pleasure. He wanted it this way, long and drawn out. He wanted her to feel her mind slipping away from her bit by bit. That had been his own fantasy for so long.

Sally's breathing became ragged. Her eyes closed, her head tilting back, her mouth dropping open and uttering shrill cries. There was one last moment of terrible understanding of what was happening to her, but it vanished when she crested.

Her body and mind reverberated with the strength of her orgasm. He exploded inside her, his own throbbing adding to her pleasure, slaving her mind to it completely, filling it with nothing but sexual bliss. When she came down from her climax, she was left with a sense of pleasant, floating giddiness.

And little else.

Sally's face settled into a peaceful smile. "Mmmm ... that was soooo good ..." she bubbled.

Gary grinned widely and lay down beside her. "So, my dear ... still doubtful of the technique?"

Sally raised her head and blinked at him, eyes wide. "Huh?"

"The little technique I did. The way I touched you to get you horny."

Sally giggled. "You, like, don't have to do that, silly!"

"Oh? Why not?"

"I can, like, get horny just thinking about it," she cooed. "Wanna see? I betcha I can, like, get myself wet again!"

"I have no doubt. But not now."

"Awwww. Please? Pretty please?" She giggled again.

"No, Sally, not right now," Gary said firmly. "Don't be a bad girl now."

Sally pouted. "Sowwy."

Gary grinned. He adored that look. "It's okay. No, first we need to take you shopping."

Sally sat up and clapped her hands a few times excitedly. "Ooo, shopping! I love shopping! What are we gonna get?"

Gary climbed out of bed. "Some more ... appropriate clothing for you."

"Ooo! Ooo! Can I, like, get one of those frilly garters? Oooo, and I love those hot little tight shorts, too!"

"Oh, we'll get you all those things. A new hairstyle, too. And hair color. But just tell me one thing, Sally."

"Sure!"

"What is Einstein famous for?"

Sally's vapid eyes blinked. "Huh?"

"Einstein. Surely you've heard of him."

"Ummm ... Oh, I know! Didn't he, like, invent the bagel or something?"

Gary smiled. "Yep, absolutely right. Good girl."

Sally giggled with delight. She loved being a good girl. In fact, now it was all she wanted.

Frank never thought he would see the day that he would get the best of Mindy. He never thought she could ever be this willing or compliant. He never thought she could ever be anything more than just the annoying stepsister.

Then again, he never thought she tasted this good, either.

"Oh yeah ... oh God ... mmmm ... oh that feels so good ..." Mindy moaned.

It had taken just the first few furtive licks by Frank's tongue to render Mindy a quivering, helpless doll on her mother's bed. Now that he went at her in earnest, knowing exactly the right way to do it despite never having eaten pussy before, Mindy writhed and squealed in delight. As much as she struggled against it in her mind, it was simply no match for the intensity of the sensations assaulting her.

Sitting in a chair nearby, Mindy's mother Jenny sat with her legs splayed wide, her hands kneading her breasts. Her mouth hung open, her eyes half-lidded. She panted lightly, her pussy a lightly-furred mound glistening with moisture. There was a small damp spot under it on the chair cushion.

"Ohhh! ... P-please ... uhhhn ... yeah ... yeah! ... more! ..."

Her mind felt as if it were slipping into a fog. It was like a mist that pleasured her wherever it touched her body. All other thoughts faded into the distance, until there was nothing but her pleasure, mounting higher, closing in around her.

Frank plunged his fingers into Mindy's cunt. Mindy gasped and moaned, growing louder each second as Frank pumped his fingers back and forth. What little remaining sense of her self she had managed to hold on to now slipped away from her and vanished. She rose and crested, the beautiful throbbing of her pussy releasing her from any need or desire to have her own thoughts, or even her own identity. She felt truly free.

"Ohhh ... mmmm ..." Mindy purred as she came down from her orgasmic high. Her eyes closed and she let out a contented sigh.

"So tell me, Mindy," Frank said with a wide grin. "Who are you now?"

"Mmmm?" She opened her eyes and gave him a languid look, smiling serenely. "I'm your little pussy-slut, of course. Who else would I be?"

"And what will you do with your pussy?"

"Anything you tell me to."

"You won't get off on it unless I tell you to, Mindy," Frank declared. "I want you to remember that."

Mindy nodded eagerly. "Yes, your pussy-slut understands. Your pussy-slut won't cum until you let her."

"And what will you do to get to cum again?"

"Oh, anything! Your pussy-slut will do anything to cum again."

"Anything? Even suck my cock?"

"Oooo, your pussy-slut loves your cock! Yes, please. Pussy-slut loves the taste of your cock and will lick up every drop!"

"Will you even ..." Frank glanced over to Jenny. "Help me suck her tits?"

Mindy uttered a tiny gasp and glanced over to her. "She's pussy-slut's mother."

"Yes, she is."

Mindy turned back to Frank and giggled. "Kinky! When do we start?"

Mark rose to his feet and bid his pussy-slut to do the same. Mindy stared at him with eyes filled with loyalty, lust, and little else.

He crossed the room and took one of Jenny's hands. She looked up at him in a mixture of lust and fear. Yet there was no resisting him or her own desires. She rose to her feet, panting and wet.

"So?" Mark asked.

"D-do it ..." Jenny said softly, though it seemed a bit forced. "Please ... can't stop thinking about it ... need to cum ... please, Frank ... have pity on your stepmother ..."

"Even with Mindy sucking one of your boobs?"

She glanced over to Mindy for a moment. "Will she make me cum?"

"We both will," Mark said with a grin and a wink. "I promise."

"Yo."

"Hey, Richie, it's Jason."

"Yep. I figgered," drawled Richie. "Whassup?"

"Been trying to get a hold of you for an hour now. Wish you had an answering machine."

"I was out playin' ball. So what's wrong now? Nyssa turn into the Wicked Witch of the West or something?"

"Yeah, pretty close. Listen ..."

Jason gave him a summary of what had happened with Cassie.

"Huh," Richie said. "She makes fantasies come true. Pretty wicked. And I was Cassie's. Told ya Cassie was a fuckin' weirdo."

"Now, come on, that's not fair," said Jason. "Everyone has fantasies like that. If anyone should know that, it's us."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Like or not, Richie, you're going to have to deal with her. She can see the auras now and she can help us."

"Okay, fine, sorry," Richie said with a gruff edge to his voice.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothin'."

"Bullshit. I can tell something's wrong from the sound of your voice."

Richie sighed. "Mom's out again. Thought she might stay home Labor Day weekend, but noooo ..."

Jason was silent for a moment. "Sorry about that," he said in a low voice.

"Not your prob, y'know? Hey, how about coming over and hang out for a bit. Bring Melinda along if you have her hangin' off you today."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I wish. I'm stuck with my family today."

"Bad break, bein' stuck with family, huh?"

Jason bit his lip, only realizing now that was the absolute wrong thing to say. "Look, Richie, we all need to meet tomorrow some time and talk more about this. We have to figure out a way to stop other people like we stopped Cassie if Nyssa decides to do this again."

"Yeah, okay. Where?"

"That's the problem." Jason paused a long moment. He hated having to do this, but knew it would likely be his only option. "Think we can all come over to your house in the afternoon?"

"My Mom don't like company. But she'll be out anyway for her Sunday afternoon fuck, so I guess if she don't know, what the hell. Sure."

Jason felt guilt weighing on him, just like he thought it would. But it was their only chance to find a private place to talk. "Okay, call me when you have the house to yourself."

"Will do. Just don't expect me to provide sodas or nothin'. Bring your own if you want 'em."

"No problem."

"Oh, and is Cassie gonna be coming?"

"I don't know. I hadn't thought about that. Why?"

A long pause.

"Just wanted to see if she could face me again after all that," Richie said in a low voice.

Jason had a feeling it was more the other way around, but he said nothing. "I'll let you know if she does decide to come along."

"'kay. See ya then."

"Thanks, man," Jason said. "I owe you one."

"Damn straight you do. Bye."

"Bye."

Jenny writhed constantly on the bed, her legs trembling. Her pussy felt swollen and steamy, aching hard for release. She lifted her hips as if to some unseen lover, moaning her distress as she clung to the edge without going over.

"Uhhh! ... Uhhhnn! ... God ... oh God ... s-so close ... "

She could barely think. Her nipples throbbed, glowing bright pink from the sensual assault to which they had been subjected. One lay in Frank's mouth, the other in Mindy's. They both sucked with abandon, or twirled their tongues around the areolae, or nibbled lightly with their teeth. They never did the same thing at the same time.

There were little of Jenny's own thoughts left in her head. She had been straining so close for so long that there was nothing left but the anticipation of release. The remaining little tendril of self would snap once she reached the threshold and crossed it. Yet Frank wanted to draw this out as long as possible. He wanted to keep her on the edge until she was begging not just for release but to be enslaved to him.

Frank brought one hand down to the inside of Jenny's thigh and lightly stroked the smooth skin. Jenny quivered and spread her legs apart invitingly. Frank did not take advantage of it. He stopped from straying too close to her straining pussy.

"Mmrrrhhh ... p-please ... touch ... t-touch me ... uhhh ..."

Now Mindy placed her hand along Jenny's other thigh and did the same thing as Frank. They began slipping closer and closer to Jenny's mound.

"Yes ... p-please ... oh God please ... m-make me cum ..."

Frank sucked as hard as he could at the nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth and clamping his lips tightly around it. He lashed at it with his tongue.

Jenny arched her back and closed her eyes. Her body shook and her mind shuddered with the desire to consummate it, to surrender herself completely to it. She had little will left with which to resist. The pressure was too great, and the desire for the intense pleasure it would bring her was too powerful.

"Take me ..." Jenny moaned. "P-please ... take me ..."

Mindy's fingers squished into Jenny's cunt, pumping away with abandon. At the same time, Frank's fingers stroked Jenny's clit with quick, circular movements.

Jenny gasped and rocketed skyward. She let out a shrill cry as she came, her body trembling violently for a few seconds as her orgasm wracked her body and took her mind. Her nipples seemed to throb with her pussy, sending an even greater flood of pleasure through her. Nothing mattered except for this.

"Yes! ... yes! ... oh God! ... ohhhh! ... uhhnn ... oh yeah ...."

Jenny fell limp onto the bed when her climax faded. Frank and Mindy withdrew. She let go with a soft sigh, her lips curling into a blissful smile. "Thank you," she murmured. "Your tit-slut feels so good now."

Frank was excited again. This was more than he had ever dreamed possible. Yet he had done it. His cock had already risen to a rock-hard erection in response to his thoughts.

"So what about your tits?" Frank asked.

Jenny sighed again happily and slowly kneaded them with her hands. "Tell your tit-slut what you want me to do with them," she cooed.

Frank grinned. "You love your tits, don't you?"

"Mmmm, yeah ... please ... touch your tit-slut ... your tit-slut wants to cum again ..."

Frank chuckled. "In fact, that's all you'll think about, is how you can please me with your tits. Because that's all your good for, right?"

"Mmm, yes ..."

Mindy looked up at Frank. "Did pussy-slut please you? Did pussy-slut do good?" she asked eagerly.

Frank smiled at her. "You did very well."

Mindy grinned. Her eyes darted down to Frank's cock. "Pussy-slut can do more for you," she cooed huskily, her eyes focusing on his erection.

Frank got to his feet and went around to Mindy's side of the bed. Mindy followed him eagerly with her eyes. Frank placed a hand on Mindy's head and stroked her hair like a pet.

"Yes, you can. And that's exactly what you're going to do right now."

Frank's hand slipped behind Mindy's head and pulled her towards him. She already had her mouth open by the time his cock reached her lips.

Night fell in Haven. In her bed, Yvonne moaned softly in the dark. Liquid movement between her legs sent her pleasure rising steadily.

"Yes ... oh yes ... " she whispered.

"My God ... Yvonne ... I shouldn't ... we shouldn't ..." Jord mumbled. His hips slowly rocked against her, his thickness sliding back and forth inside her wetness. Even as he protested, his mind was unable to hold out against his urges, exacerbated as they were by his intense dreams the night before.

"We can ... we will ... I want it ... that's good enough ..."

"But ... oh man ... oh you're so tight ... uhhh ..."

Yvonne closed her eyes and wrapped her long legs around him. "More ... oh God more ..." she said in a soft and sultry voice.

Jord's eyes closed as well. As much as he knew this is so wrong, he could not hold out against his urges and the rising pleasure from his loins. The more he tried to hold on to sanity and decorum, the more it crumbled. He could not see Yvonne as his sister anymore. Instead, she was a sexy and willing girl who wanted him.

Now he wanted her just as badly. His mind was slaving to that one thought as he gently quickened the pace, his cock slipping into her a little harder and deeper.

Yvonne's hips rose. "Uhhn ... yes, Jord ... like that ... oh so nice ..."

"Oh God ... why am I doing this ..." Jord murmured. It became increasingly difficult to form the words of protest against it. His mind became interested only in the pleasure of the moment. He knew when it reached its crescendo, it would be the happiest moment of his life.

"Because I want you to," Yvonne purred, her hands caressing his chest. "Because I deserve the best ... and you are the best ..."

Jord was unable to respond. He was rising too high, his cock straining inside her. He leaned forward and thrusted deeper into her, quick staccato movements that built up until his hips were bucking wildly against her.

"That's it ... oh yeah ... more ... don't stop ..."

Jord was panting hard. He could no longer form any protests in his mind at all. He wanted to cum, and he wanted to make her cum. It was all he cared about.

He shuddered. His breathing became ragged and his hips pounded against her. Yvonne clung to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him and drawing him down until her breasts were pressed against his chest. They rocked together like this until Jord abruptly uttered a loud groan, his cock throbbing hard.

The pleasure was intense, spreading through his body and mind. Any remaining doubts were banished. Yvonne whimpered, then moaned loudly as her body shuddered in orgasm. She was nearly driven to tears when she came and realized that she had experienced the first truly pleasurable climax of her entire life.

Jord's mind was numb with pleasure. It wasn't like anything else he had ever felt. His climax seemed to go on longer than any he had ever had. When it was finally over, his lips were pressed against Yvonne's, moaning softly into the kiss. One hand stroked her hair lovingly.

Yvonne broke off the kiss gently and looked into his eyes. "And now I have you," she said with a small smile. "You're mine. You're my lover. No one else. Just me."

"Yes ... just you," Jord whispered, staring with adoration at his sister. "Just you."

Yvonne closed her eyes and hugged him tightly to herself.

Some of Nyssa's anger had abated.

No one had interfered with the others. Kathy and Irene; James, Debby, and Karen; Frank, Mindy, and Jenny; Gary and Sally; Yvonne and Jord. All of them were hers now. And having James take two instead of one helped offset Cassie's loss somewhat.

This was just as well, as Haven had begun to feed.

Haven had yet to become more than an amorphous intelligence. It was not capable yet of making anything more than its general needs known to her. It was also not capable of acting directly to procure the energy it needed. It required a focus. Until now it worked through some of the citizens of the town, but this was not much more than a trickle. For what it wished to accomplish, it needed someone like Nyssa.

She could sense the energies flowing to it from her own being. She fed on the town, it fed on her. Some of the energy she used to maintain her hold on her slaves, some for her own pleasure, and the rest of it, the lion's share, was passed on to Haven. If the influx of new pets ceased, then Nyssa's energies would wane, and it would know something was wrong.

From what she had gleaned, however, Haven would not be understanding at all; it would be more likely to believe that Nyssa was reneging on their deal rather than any failing on her part.

Nyssa sensed something that was almost alive. All it needed was enough energy to manifest on its own. Then it would no longer need proxies like Nyssa. Nyssa was willing to work for it until that time, as she would get to keep an amount the energy for herself.

But once the Awakening came, Nyssa intended to be as far away from this place as possible. There were some things in this world that even she was unprepared to face.

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