It was Tuesday morning in Haven.

"Haven High School, Principal Bendon's Office. May I help you?"

"This is Janet Woodrow. Diane's mother."

"Yes, Mrs. Woodrow, I'm Marcie Fuller, her receptionist. What may I do for you?"

"I would like to speak with Principal Bendon, please."

"May I ask what this is in reference to, Mrs. Woodrow?"

"I need to ask her some questions about this medical program of hers at the school. I have some issues with it that I need to discuss with her."

A pause. "Um, that's not a subject Miss Bendon wishes to discuss over the phone, Mrs. Woodrow. I'm sorry about that."

Janet looked perplexed. "Not discuss it on the phone? I don't understand. Why?"

"I simply have my instructions, Mrs. Woodrow. I can't tell you anything beyond that."

Janet frowned. "So she is not willing to discuss the matter at all?"

"Oh, no, Mrs. Woodrow. She just won't discuss it over the phone. Do you wish to make an appointment to see her in person?"

Janet had not wanted to be bothered with a trip all the way across town. "I suppose I don't have a choice now, do I?" she asked with a slightly sarcastic tone of voice.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, Mrs. Woodrow." There was a pause and the sound of typing in the background. "I have an opening later this morning. In one hour."

"All right, put me down for that," Janet said with a sigh.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, Mrs. Woodrow?"

"No, that's quite enough, thanks."

"Thank you, Mrs. Woodrow. Have a great day!"

"It was the Sovert girls, Mistress," Laura said. "Heather and Melinda. They were there when Cassie was taken from you. So was Jason Conner, Richie's friend."

Nyssa's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Heather Sovert," she said in a low voice. "Oh, yes. I know Heather. I know her very well."

"You do, Mistress?"

Nyssa stepped up to her slave and gazed into her eyes. "You see, my dear, when I arrived, there were a few students that stood out from the rest."

She lifted her hand and brushed her fingers against Laura's breast. Laura shuddered, a small, excited sigh escaping her lips as her nipple hardened and poked against the fabric of her blouse.

"Cassie was one. She's the Dreamer. Others stand out because their own fantasies are so strong that they are bubbling to the surface already. My mere presence is enough to bring them out."

She flicked a finger at one of the hardened nubs. Laura moaned and grew wet for her Mistress.

"Heather is one of those. She has a fantasy. One she is as desperate to experience as she is to keep it hidden. It makes perfect sense now."

Nyssa squeezed the nipple through the blouse.

"But what ... uhhhnn! ... d-does that have ... to d-do with it, Mistress?" Laura panted.

"Sometimes, one's fantasies are so strong because they have some other hidden power," Nyssa explained. "And with Heather, it is that she is another Sensitive. She can see the Darkness."

Nyssa lifted her hand from Laura's breast. She looked again into her slave's eyes and smiled at the lust she saw in them. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her at the sound of her slave's needful pant. She felt satisfaction at her slave's trembling body.

"Will ... w-will you stop her, Mistress?" Laura breathed.

Nyssa reached down and played her fingers about the waist of Laura's slacks. "Oh, most certainly," she cooed. "I will take her, and make her fantasy come true. And if what I sense from her is correct ... I may take care of two problems at once ..."

Nyssa slid her hand under Laura's slacks and panties. Laura shuddered again and moaned deeply as Nyssa's fingers slid over her wet flesh.

Nyssa giggled. "So consumed by lust that you can't speak, slave? Mmm, I like that. You'll have Marcie like that before long, won't you? But I'll ask the question you can't. Sensitivity can be hereditary. Melinda may have it as well. And I sense in Heather feelings for her sister. If this is indeed her fantasy, well ..."

Laura's feet slid apart as her Mistress gently stroked her swollen clit. Her breathing grew more ragged as she rose.

"Not much either can do if they spend their time helplessly fucking each other, now can they?"

Nyssa's fingers slid wetly over aroused flesh. Laura cried out as she came, her hips bucking as her pussy throbbed under Nyssa's touch.

"A reward for my slave," Nyssa purred. She lifted her hand from under Laura's panties and held it before her slave's face, fingers dripping with Laura's musky arousal. "Show your thanks, slave."

Laura moaned and took Nyssa's hand. She closed her eyes and slowly licked her Mistress' fingers clean.

Nyssa withdrew her hand. "Very good. Now ... do you have anything else for me?"

"One of the parents is complaining about the program, Mistress," Laura explained, still a little breathless. "Janet Woodrow."

"You know what to do. You have that power. Render her incapable of even thinking of going against me."

"Yes, Mistress. Will you be taking Heather, then, today?"

"No. I spent two days seeding. Today and tomorrow, I harvest. Heather will wait until Friday. That will be the best time to do it."

"Of course, Mistress."

Nyssa had sensed something from Haven. It wanted Nyssa to wait until Friday as well. That told her that it was already a step ahead of her. It had likely done something to make it easier for Heather to stalk her prey. It was smoothing the path for her.

"Now ... go back to your job. See what little Marcie is up to."

Laura allowed herself a small, pleased smile before she left Nyssa's presence.

Frank used to hate getting up early for school. Now he rose much earlier. He needed to be up before his stepmother needed to leave for work and his stepsister needed to leave for school. He had to perform the last bit of programming to them.

He smiled to himself. He liked using the term "programming" when referring to this. He discovered with a bit of experimentation that they would do anything for him for the privilege of being allowed to cum.

Frank looked over his charges with a grin. Mindy and Jenny were kneeling before him, already dressed for their respective real-world roles. This bit of conditioning he had instilled the night before. They would kneel in his presence anytime his father was not around and he did not have a specific order for them.

"All right," he began. "To review: Mindy, what are you going to be thinking if you happen to look at another guy?"

"That pussy-slut doesn't need him, sir," Mindy bubbled. "Pussy-slut has you."

"And if you keep looking at him?"

"Pussy-slut will get all wet and stay that way until you let her cum later."

"And if you look at an attractive girl?"

Mindy gave him a sultry smile. "Pussy-slut will wonder what she tastes like."

"And when you get home?"

"Pussy-slut will lick tit-slut's pussy instead."

Frank grinned. He turned to Jenny. "Now ... what are you going to be thinking about at work?"

"How tit-slut can please you with her tits, sir," Jenny said softly.

"And what about your tits?"

"Tit-slut's nipples will tingle with pleasure all day," Jenny moaned.

"And will you touch them?"

"They are not for tit-slut to touch, sir."

"And if you see someone else looking at them?"

"Tit-slut will get excited, and imagine her tits being sucked!"

"And when you get home?"

"Tit-slut will let pussy-slut suck her tits."

Frank smiled. "Very good." He gestured with his hand. They rose to their feet. "Now go do what you normally do for a day. You won't mention anything about being my personal sluts."

"Pussy-slut obeys," said Mindy.

"Tit-slut obeys," said Jenny.

Frank chuckled, quite pleased.

James met Debby and Karen as they were coming out of their house. Each had a small smile on her lips and a calm, serene look on her face, and a slightly distant look to her eyes.

"Now, Debby," James said. "When you get to school today, you will make sure to mention that you're my girlfriend again. If they ask you why, you tell them that you realized how wrong you were in dumping me, that I was the greatest thing to ever happen to you."

"Yes, Master," Debby said softly.

"And you'll experience pleasure when you do this."

Debby uttered a soft, lusty sigh. "Uhhn ... yes, Master ..."

"Now, Karen," James said. "You will mention that you're very happy your sister is back together with me. If they ask you why, you tell them because he's so perfect for her, and that you wish you had him for yourself."

"Yes, Master," said Karen.

"And you also will experience pleasure when you do this."

"Mmm, yes, Master ..." Karen said dreamily

"Both of you will go about your day normally. You'll do all the things you normally do. But you will always be thinking of me and how wonderful it is to please me in all things."

"Yes, Master," they said as one.

"And, of course, starting today, you'll come over to my house after school and we'll do our ... homework ... together."

Yvonne gave Jord a slow and sensual kiss. One of her hands slipped downward.

"Jord, what will you do for me?" Yvonne whispered. Her fingers played lightly over his crotch.

"Anything for you, Yvonne," Jord said softly.

She pressed her fingers into him. "Do you need anyone else but me?"

Jord took a deep breath and let it go as an excited sigh as he grew hard. "No one. No one else."

"And your girlfriend, Jord?" Yvonne kissed him again, her tongue playing over his lips, teasing his mouth. Her fingers slid up and down the bulge in his jeans. "What about her?"

"I don't need her," Jord breathed, his heart thumping. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "I need only you."

"Yes, Jord ... you need only me ... only me ..."

"Only you ..."

And so on.

Kathy went to school with Irene. Irene shared every smile and every laugh with her new best friend. Each time she did, pleasure washed over her and made her sex tingle. All the while in the back her head was the longing for the feel of that wonderful dildo plunged into her cunt, of Kathy fucking her until she screamed in ecstasy.

Gary took the empty-headed Sally in tow. Instead of spending her time on the bus immersed in a technical journal, she spent it fixing her hair, flashing her legs at the others in the bus, or giggling at every little joke Gary made.

And there would be more.

The Harbingers met on the gravel parking lot at the school.

"Okay, so what are we supposed to do?" Richie asked.

"We need to wait for Cassie," Jason said.

Richie stared at him. "Huh? What for?"

"Because she's going to be helping us," Melinda piped. "So don't be mean to her, Richie, or you'll never hear the end of it from me!"

Richie gave her a sour look. "I already hear you whine about it all the time. Why should this be any different?" When Melinda looked about to protest, he raised his arms. "Yeah, yeah, okay, okay! Don't get yer panties in a twist, okay? I just won't say anything to her. Not like I got anything to say to her, anyway."

"You'll have to talk to her eventually," Heather said.

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that."

"Shush, both of you," Melinda hissed. "Here she comes ..."

The limo had stopped just off to the side of where the buses were lined up. They watched in silence as Cassie got out, back to the more conservative clothes she had been wearing before she had been affected by Nyssa.

Cassie walked over to the four of them. She paused a moment as she caught Richie's eyes. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, Cassie's eyes shimmering. She swallowed and averted her gaze from him without a word. "Um, hi," she said awkwardly, her eyes darting from one to the other, though scrupulously avoiding Richie.

Melinda broke the ice. She smiled at Cassie and stepped up to her. "Cassie, you're one of us now, okay?" Melinda threw an arm around Cassie's shoulders and drew her closer to the rest of them. "Stop being a stranger."

Cassie sighed and managed a weak smile. "I'll try," she said in a low voice. "So, um ... what are we going to be doing?"

"Just looking for more people with the aura. Right, Jason?"

"Yeah, we need to know who else Nyssa is taking," said Jason.

Cassie shivered a little at the sound of the nurse's name. "I had a dream about her last night," she said in a small voice.

Richie rolled his eyes dramatically and shook his head, looking away. Cassie saw it and bit her lip nervously.

"What did you dream, Cassie?" Melinda asked.

Cassie paused, then just shook her head. "It's not important. Never mind."

Before Melinda could say anything further, Jason cut in. "Last night I finally managed to get into the school computers," he said in a low voice. "I don't think they even know I was there. I got the information we needed. I have it printed out my backpack."

"That's where you come in, Cassie," Melinda piped. "When we find out who's being taken and where they live, you can have your driver get us to where they live and we'll try to figure out who they're going after."

Cassie nodded at this. "I think I can get Harry ... my driver ... to take me where I want to go. I don't know about passengers. I've never asked."

"We'll just have to worry about that when we get to that point," Jason said. "Since it's the only option anyway."

"So we try to find out who they're going after on the first day, right?" Heather asked. "And then on the second we try to stop them?"

"That's the plan. Whether it will work or not I have no idea."

"But I ... I tried to ... um, you know ... right here in school," Cassie said sheepishly.

"Yeah, you did," Richie said darkly.

"Richie!" Melinda hissed.

"Look, we'll just have to play it by ear, everyone," Jason said, sounding slightly exasperated. "Yeah, we're probably going to screw up and miss someone. We just have to try the best we can."

"Listen, what the hell are we doin' this for anyway?" Richie suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh, maybe to stop people from being enslaved, like you almost were, huh?" Melinda retorted sarcastically. She immediately gasped and looked at Cassie guiltily. "Oh, I'm sorry, Cassie! I didn't mean ..."

"No, it's all right, Melinda," Cassie said, her voice a little shaky. She took a deep breath and looked Richie in the eye. "It's like you said, Melinda. It wasn't my fault."

The others turned their gaze to Richie. Richie sighed and just looked away. "Sorry," he muttered.

"But Melinda's right," Cassie continued in a more confident voice. "I don't want anyone else going through what either Richie or I did. I mean that."

"Still, though ..." Richie said in a less confrontational voice. "What's the end game, man? What's this gonna do to Nyssa? This gonna stop her?"

"Probably not," Jason said. "But maybe it will mess her up."

"How'd you figure that?"

"I admit, I'm guessing. But if all she wanted were a few slaves, or just to stir up trouble, there really are simpler ways she could have gone about doing it. If she keeps doing it this way, there's a reason. She's building up to something. So if we mess her up, it will slow her down."

"Yeah, sure. Then she comes after what's causin' the problem. Us."

This was met with silence.

"You got a better plan?" Jason asked.

More silence. Richie shook his head.

"Then let's do this. Let's try to meet in front of the auditorium again by my lunchtime."

"Oh, Miss Bendon! There you are!"

As she entered the room, Laura turned her head towards Marcie. "Yes, Marcie, I was rather busy this morning."

"Your appointment is here, Miss Bendon."

"Janet Woodrow?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon. She's sitting in your office now."

Laura glanced towards the closed door and nodded. She took a few steps, paused, and turned back towards her receptionist. "Marcie?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon?"

"Stand up and come out from behind the desk for a moment, please."

Marcie blinked and hesitated a moment, but slowly complied. She rose from her seat and came around the corner of the desk. Her heels clicked sharply on the floor, her skirt swishing a bit around her thighs. She raised her gaze sheepishly to Laura's and smiled weakly.

"You look very nice, Marcie," Laura said with a gentle smile.

"I-I do?"

"Yes. Have you gotten used to wearing the heels?"

"Almost, Miss Bendon. Sometimes I stumble a bit."

"Well, we can fix that," Laura said. "I'll just work you enough today that you have to get up and fetch stuff a lot for me. Plus it will let you show off your legs a bit."

Marcie's eyes widened. "Oh, but, I shouldn't ..."

Laura stepped up to her. "Why not? Your legs are very attractive."

Marcie blushed. Her eyes flicked over to Laura's and found it difficult to pull away. "Oh, Miss B-Bendon, you're embarrassing me ..." She managed to avert her eyes, cheeks scarlet.

Laura lifted her hand and placed a few fingertips under Marcie's chin. She gently coaxed Marcie's gaze back to her own.

"No need to be, Marcie, no need to be embarrassed at all."

Marcie paused a moment, staring into Laura's eyes. She felt a tiny shudder pass through her. "I don't?" she said softly.

"Certainly not with me."

"Not with ... um ... o-of course, Miss Bendon."

"So as long as I like it, that's all that really matters."

Marcie swallowed and said nothing. Her unblinking eyes were wide, her gaze level with Laura's eyes.

"And I'm the one you really want to please, isn't it?"

Marcie nodded slowly. "Yes, Miss Bendon," she sighed.

Laura smiled and turned away from her receptionist. Marcie blinked a few times and drew in a slow, deep breath, her body shivering for a moment. She placed a hand to her face as it and her body momentarily flushed hot.

She stared another moment at Laura's retreating back, feeling a brief moment of confusion. She was not sure what had just happened. She remembered telling Laura about her appointment, being complimented on her attire, and ...

... then Laura walking away from her.

Marcie swallowed and took another deep breath. She quickly returned to her seat. She realized it didn't matter what had happened. All she knew was that her boss was happy with her. That's all she ever really wanted anyway.

And she finally realized that she really did have attractive legs, and she didn't mind showing them off.

She smiled to herself and resumed her duties.

James was puzzled to be called down to the nurse's office again. Yet he met the opportunity to see Nyssa again with anticipation as he left his classroom. He was not quite sure why, but he really liked her. It just made more and more sense to him that he would need to see her again as he drew closer to the nurse's station.

He even felt as if he owed her something, as if she had done something really nice for him, and now was the time to return the favor.

James grew more eager to see Nyssa the further he went. As he turned down the corridor into the west wing of the school, he quickened his pace a bit. A smile came to his face as the door to the nurse's station came into view at the end of the hall.

Without hesitation, he opened the door and stepped inside.

"You're right on time again, James."

James drew his breath in slowly as Nyssa walked over to him. His heart thumped at the sound of her heels clicking against the floor, and his nether regions tingled and grew warm from the swing of her hips and the slight jiggle of her breasts.

"Thank you, Mistress," James said in a husky voice. It just seemed right to him to call her that.

Nyssa lifted James' chin with a single finger, and made his gaze meet hers. He let his breath go as a lustful sigh as his cock hardened.

"Come into the examination room, James," she purred. "I'm sure you're just dying to tell me what you did over the holiday weekend ..."

"Now, Mrs. Woodrow," Laura whispered huskily into Janet's ear. "Are we quite clear on this matter?"

"Y-yes ... yes, quite c-clear ..." Janet panted.

"Are you quite sure?" The hand that was cupping Janet's breast slid over the fleshy globe and rubbed the hardened nipple.

"Uhhhnn!" Janet's legs spread wider across Laura's lap. Her naked body shuddered with exquisite, mounting pleasure. "Oh God ... y-yes ... s-sure ..."

"There can be no doubt in your mind." Laura's other hand slid downward and lightly caressed the inside of one of Janet's thighs.

Janet mewled and squirmed against Laura, her thighs quivering, her pussy glistening. "N-no ... no doubt ... n-none ..."

"Make sure of that." Laura's fingers drew towards Janet's pussy. Janet panted harder in anticipation of the touch, but it was withheld at the last moment.

"I-I'm ... oh God ... I'm s-sure ..."

Laura pinched Janet's nipple. "And the medical program?"

"Ohhh! ... oh God ... uhhn ... it's ... i-it's wonderful ... ohhh ..."

Janet's head tipped back as her body writhed in pleasure so intense that it made it difficult to think, or at least to think anything other than what Laura wished her to think.

"And your daughter, Mrs. Woodrow?"

"Uhhnn ... D-Diane ... p-please ... make sure ... make s-sure the nurse ... th-the nurse examines her ... ohhh, yes ... oh God that feels so good ..."

"That's it, Mrs. Woodrow," Laura cooed in her ear. "That's a good thought. Good thoughts are rewarded."

"Yes ... please ... reward me ... please ..."

Behind her, Laura smiled, and let her fingers sink into Janet's pussy.

Janet moaned, her body consumed with pleasure at an intensity that she had never felt in her life. It made it impossible to think of anything else, save for those thoughts that allowed her this reward. The more Laura's words replayed in her mind, the higher she rose, and the more her body longed for final release.

"That's it ... " Laura said softly. "Keep thinking those good thoughts ... keep thinking what I want you to think ..."

Janet's back arched and she uttered a high pitched whimper as she strained at the edge seconds before going over. Her whimpers became little cries as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body and flooded her mind. Her orgasm washed away all other thoughts for the moment save those of Laura's.

Laura withdrew her hands from Janet's pussy and breast. As Janet panted softly as her climax faded, Laura coaxed her into standing up. Slowly, Janet's eyes opened. She smiled dreamily for a few moments, uttering a long, sensual "mmmm" sound. Finally she blinked rapidly a few times and blushed.

"I'm glad you came down here, Mrs. Woodrow," Laura said pleasantly as she returned to the chair behind her desk. "It is always good to clear up misunderstandings among the parents.

Janet sheepishly put her clothes on. Only slowly was she catching up to reality. Only now was she realizing that something had happened, but not precisely what. Even the fact that she had been naked just a few moments ago did not register as a serious shock to her. The fact resulted in only a few moments of mild surprise, and even that was passing now.

"I trust there is no longer any point of contention?"

Janet shook her head as she rebuttoned her blouse. "No, Miss Bendon," she said.

"And you're fine now with the medical program?"

"I love the medical program. It's very good. I hope my daughter gets examined soon."

Janet let out a small sigh. Even after her orgasm, hearing her own words sent a renewed tingling through her pussy and nipples. Again, she felt only mild surprise at this reaction. A few seconds later, she was simply enjoying it without worrying from where it had come.

"Very good, Mrs. Woodrow," said Laura. "That is exactly what I like to hear. And I'm sure now you like to hear it as well."

Janet slowly smiled. "Yes, Miss Bendon. I'm rather excited about it."

"Oh, so are we, Mrs. Woodrow ... so are we ..."

Kathy, too, was mystified as to why she was being called back to the nurse. But as with James before her, she felt an eagerness to see Nyssa that only increased as she grew closer to the nurse's station.

Then again, little could have happened to damper her mood. She was positively elated. And for some odd reason, she felt like the nurse had had something to do with that. It was only fitting that she should be called down to show her appreciation properly.

Nyssa was waiting for her when she opened the door. She smiled at Nyssa's approach, and then sighed sweetly at Nyssa's gentle touch on one shoulder and lightly down her arm.

"Someone's found a new friend, hasn't she?" Nyssa said with a sly smile.

The five gathered outside the auditorium at their appointed time.

"All right," said Jason, scratching his head. "Now I'm the one that doesn't get it."

"It was definitely James Nells," Heather said. "I'm sure of it. He was walking away from Nyssa's office when we changed classes."

"And he still had the aura?"

"Just as much as ever."

Jason thought for a few moments, then sighed and shook his head. "Melinda, are you sure ...?"

"Yes, it was Kathy," Melinda piped. "I had already seen her with the aura the other day so I remembered her."

"Jason, weren't they ... t-taken on the first day?" Cassie said with a quaver to her voice. "Like I was? Is she going to call me back?"

"God, I hope not," Richie commented.

The others shot him a look.

Richie rolled his eyes. "I don't want it to happen to Cassie again, either, okay? But I don't want her after me again."

"Stop talking about her like she's not here!" Melinda snapped.

"Look, just ... just don't argue over me, okay?" Cassie said, her voice cracking. Her eyes glistened. "I don't want to cause any trouble. Richie, even if she did call me back to her, your friends are not about to let me do anything to you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Richie mumbled. "It's okay. Forget it."

Cassie managed a small smile. It was the first sign that Richie was not going to hate her for this for the rest of his life. While she had no illusions of ever having him as a friend after this, she at least did not want him as an enemy.

"So what's the deal then, huh? What's the bitch up to?"

"I really wish I knew," said Jason. "But if she continues this pattern, then tomorrow she'll call back Frank, Gary, and Yvonne."

"And after that?" Melinda asked.

"Again, I don't know for sure what she will do. But if she does decide to go after some new ones, then that would suggest she wants something from them."

Richie snorted. "Isn't that obvious what she wants? She wants to fuck with our minds."

"No, that's not what I mean," said Jason. "If she just wanted to mind-control a bunch of students, why call them back?"

"Maybe to renew it?" Heather suggested. "Maybe it's something she has to keep doing? Sort of like recharging a battery."

Jason shook his head. "No, that doesn't make sense. It doesn't jive with what we already know about how the power works. No, it's more like ... like they went out and got something for her and now they're bringing it back to her."

"So what are they fetching for her?" asked Melinda. "More slaves? The ones they took in turn?"

"That doesn't make sense either. Then she could just call their slaves directly."

"What could it be, then?"

"Um ... maybe I have some idea ..." Cassie said tentatively. "But only if you want to hear it."

"Of course we do!" Melinda cried.

"But .. um ..." She gave a sideways glance towards Richie. "It's, uh, about the dreams I had last night."

Predictably, Richie rolled his eyes. Cassie cringed.

"Then we definitely want to hear them," Melinda declared. "Come on, Cassie, out with it. What did you dream about?"

"And hurry, because some of us have to go to class," Heather said urgently.

"Okay, well ... my dreams aren't always clear when I first have them ..."

"When you first have them?" Richie said suddenly.

Cassie flinched. "Well, yes ... I have the same dreams repeatedly every night, and they get more and more clear. Doesn't everyone dream like that?"

"Go on, Cassie," Melinda said before Richie could say anything in reply.

"Anyway ... I saw Nyssa in them. She was standing over someone. I think it was a student, but I couldn't see who. She was holding something in her hands, something silver. Something that glowed." She paused and shook her head. "That's all I got."

"So what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Richie demanded.

"I don't know yet. I have to have the same dream over and over before it makes sense. But maybe it has something to do with what Jason was talking about."

Jason had a hard time wrapping his brain around this. He never believed that dreams could foretell the future or give one the power of clairvoyance. But then again, before the House, he never believed mind-control was possible either. Still, it was difficult to give up these long-held beliefs.

"Maybe," he finally said, temporizing a bit. "It may say that yes, she is after something, but it doesn't tell us what. Where Cassie's dream is largely symbolic ..."

"No, no," Cassie said, shaking her head quickly. "My dreams aren't symbolic, Jason. I used to think that, but not after what Melinda told me about the House. I dreamed all of that as it was happening to you. I went over my dream journal after I talked to Melinda. I found other dreams that really happened. I dream what's real. I know it sounds incredible, but ..."

Richie coughed. Melinda glared at him.

Jason admitted to being very dubious about this. "Okay, but it's still not clear enough for us to know for sure what's happening."

"So what do we do?" Melinda asked.

"I know what I'm doing, I'm going to my next class," Heather said. "You should, too. Now."

"All right, all right, Miss Bossy! Fine!" she turned to Jason briefly. "Jason, we'll keep looking, okay? Just in case she decides to take someone else."

"If she tries to call me, I'm not going," Cassie declared. "I'll call my driver and have him take me home. I won't let her do anything to me again."

Richie looked over to her and gave her a look of grudging gratitude. Despite the low-key nature of the gesture, it meant the world to Cassie, and she beamed at him.

"All right, we'll meet up after school," Jason called out to Heather and Melinda as they left. He turned and looked at Richie and Cassie. "Lunchtime."

"Yeah, lunchtime," Richie mumbled.

Cassie glanced at the two of them. "Uh ... I guess I'll see you, um, after school then ..." She started to turn away.

"Why?" Jason said.

Cassie stopped. "Huh?"

"Why after school? This is your lunch period, too, right?"

"Well ... yes, but ..."

"So have lunch with us."

Richie whipped his head around and glared at Jason. Jason looked impassively back. Richie paused, and then sighed. "Sure," he said in a low voice. "Sure, Cassie."

Very slowly, Cassie smiled. "Thank you," she said softly.

"Nothing?" Jason asked in the parking lot after school. "No one saw anyone new with the aura?"

Heather, Melinda, and Cassie shook their heads.

"And I talked to Richie before he had to go to detention," said Jason. "He didn't see anything either. It doesn't look like anything has been happening with the school nurse this afternoon."

"And I never got called back to her," Cassie said, the relief evident in her voice.

"I did get a chance to see Sally Franner again," Heather said in a hollow voice. "Oh my God. She's like a totally different person. It was like she was ... I don't know, bimbofied. I know that sounds like a stupid term, but ..."

"And I saw Debby Vance," Melinda piped. "She looks like she's spaced-out. The only thing she'll talk about is James Nells and how wonderful he is. Ugh."

"I know about James Nells," Cassie said. "He's not wonderful at all. He was mean to me last semester when I wouldn't ... uh ..."

"When she wouldn't open her legs for him," Melinda said with a sneer. "He's a total perv, Jason."

"What about the others?" Jason asked. "Heather, didn't you say some girl named Irene was affected?"

"Irene Barlowe. She looked okay. But she was real chummy with Kathy. That's not normal. Irene hates Kathy. Or did, anyway."

"There was another girl, Yvonne ..."

The others exchanged looks and shook their heads. "None of us really know her all that much," Cassie said.

"She is a bit of a wallflower," Heather commented.

"So naturally Miss Popular here wouldn't know her," Melinda quipped.

"Shut up, runt," said Heather with sudden vehemence. "You know how I feel about that now."

Melinda's eyes widened and her cheeks pinked. "Sorry," she said sheepishly, the apologetic look in her eyes genuine.

Heather sighed. "It's all right, never mind."

That was another reason why Heather hated Mara. When they each had been given the chance to take the power for themselves in turn, Mara had revealed to the others Heather's own private pain. When she had been Melinda's age, she had been the wallflower. It was only when she realized she could use her looks to make people notice her that she shed that image. Yet what was painful was both what she had to endure as the wallflower and how she had abused her position of popularity once she got it.

"So we don't know who she went after," Heather said. "Or Frank for that matter."

Jason sighed. "I have a bad feeling that I already know who he went after."

"So what do we do now?" Cassie asked. "I really still want to help you guys."

"Well, you still can, if she starts trying to take people again. I don't think she's done by a long shot. Not if this was supposed to be for every student in the school."

Melinda shivered. "That means she's going to take the rest of us eventually, right?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"What do we do? How can we stop that?"

"I don't know," said Jason. "Luck, I guess."

Melinda gave him a horrified look.

"What do you want me to tell you, Melinda?" Jason said in exasperation. "There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason for the order she's selecting students. She's jumping around years, she's not even going in alphabetical order."

"But we can't just sit around waiting for her to ..."

"Melinda, back off," Heather said. "He doesn't have any control of this."

Melinda sighed in frustration.

"Look at it this way," Jason said. "Her selections may as well be random chance. If that's the case, the odds are low that any of us will be picked in the next few weeks."

"And you guys look like you're a pretty tight group," Cassie said. "You'd know the moment one of you was taken. You couldn't miss the aura."

"Yes, that's a good point, Cassie. It would be very hard to miss that. We'd know right away and the others could put a stop to it. I think we're safe for the moment."

"Hey, wait," Melinda said. "If Cassie is in on this with us, shouldn't we make her a Harbinger, too?"

Cassie looked confused. "A what?"

"Harbinger," Jason said. "It's something that ..."

"Oh, I know what the word means. I just don't get what that has to do with us."

"We came up with a name for the four of us. The Harbingers. I know is sounds a little silly, but ..."

"Oh, no, I love it!" Cassie said brightly. "I've ... I've never been part of a club or a group."

"Well, you are now," Melinda said. "So that makes five of us."

"Richie is one, too?" Cassie asked, her smile fading.

"Look, don't worry about Richie," Jason said. "He'll be okay with all this eventually."

"I just don't want him to hate me ..."

"He doesn't. He just doesn't like not being in control."

"Yeah, we figured that out at the House," Melinda snorted in derision. "Jason, we should keep doing this if we save more people and they can see auras, too. We should make them part of the group."

"Yes, that makes sense," Cassie said. "So we can all look out for each other, in case she tries to take them again or they're victims of others that are taken."

"Then we better sure as hell save someone," said Heather. "We're going to need all the help we can get."

There was something about her voice that made Jason look at her oddly. "Are you getting another of those feelings again?"

Heather paused then slowly nodded.

"Feelings?" Cassie asked with interest.

"She sensed that something was wrong with Richie the day we stopped you," Jason explained. "I have to admit, I was doubtful at the time about it, but ..."

Cassie gasped and looked at Heather in awe. "You're ... y-you're a Precog!"

Heather blinked in surprise. "Huh? A what?"

"A Precognator. Someone who can see the future."

"What?? I am not, Cassie. If I could do that, I'd be having my parents buy lottery tickets or something."

"No, a Precog's talents don't work that way, Heather. They're very specific. Yours is specific to things that have to do with the Darkness."

Heather visibly shivered. "I'm not sure I like that."

"How did she get it?" Melinda asked. "She never had these feelings before ... uh ..."

"The House?" Heather sighed. "Great. She never told us about that. She never said we'd be getting some sort of extra abilities."

Jason looked thoughtful for a moment. "Guys, answer me this question: when you see an aura, does it ever take on a shape?"

"Well ... sometimes it looks like clothing," Melinda answered tentatively. "Sometimes it looks like a cloud."

"No, I mean does it ever look like it's going to take on solid shape? Or do you see patterns in it?"

The others shook their heads.

Jason nodded. "Well, I do. Yeah, I think you're right, Heather. I think we did get something extra."

"I didn't," said Melinda.

"Neither did I," said Cassie.

"Melinda, your ability is the most sensitive of all of us," said Jason. "And you saw something on Richie after the first time Cassie advanced on him. No one else could see that. And Cassie, you already have the other ability with your dreams."

"This is crazy," Heather said. "It's like Mara planned it this way."

"Would Nyssa know?" Melinda piped. "Would she have any idea about this?"

The silence that followed was interrupted by the sound of the school bus horn.

"We better go," Melinda said. "Cassie, I'll call you tonight, okay?"

Cassie nodded and smiled. "Thank you. All of you." She turned and jogged towards her waiting limo.

Melinda waved to her before turning to the others. "You know, Cassie is really a nice person when you get to know her."

"She doesn't even just talk about her dreams all the time," Heather said.

"Yeah, because someone decided to reach out to her and get to know her. Lot more than anyone else did."

"I think you did great on that score, runt."

Melinda paused. She looked at her sister in surprise. When she found Heather smiling at her, she slowly did the same. "Thanks, bubblehead," she said softly.

The three of them turned and headed onto the bus.

Nyssa wriggled her backside onto the edge of the desk, smiling at her slave. She slid her uniform up off her hips and bunched it around her waist. She spread her legs, revealing her wet mound.

She looked at Laura. "You have a question, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Laura replied. She licked her lips as she looked at Nyssa's pussy. "Did the harvest go well?"

Nyssa lifted a hand and gestured to her slave.

Laura stepped forward and dutifully dropped to her knees. Her eyes lowered to her Mistress' wet pussy. Her lips parted and she panted lightly in anticipation.

"As well as can be expected," Nyssa said. One of her hands alighted on the back of Laura's head. "Oh, don't get me wrong. The Essence I took from the two of them was pure and strong. But it should have been three. And where the loss is the Dreamer, I feel it doubly so."

Laura's breathing grew heavier as she smelled the aroma of Nyssa's arousal. Her own pussy ached as well, wanting release in equal measure of her desire to give it. "Will this disturb your plans, Mistress?" Laura asked in a husky voice.

"So long as I do not lose many more. The seeds of chaos, my dear little slave, cannot be sewn quickly or haphazardly. Time and care must be taken. Now ... no more talking ..."

Nyssa pushed Laura's face to her pussy. Laura closed her eyes, her tongue sliding out and touching Nyssa's clit. She let her breath go in a single excited sigh, her own cunt quivering in pleasure as she licked her Mistress' pussy.

"Mmmm ... " Nyssa murmured. "Such a good slave you are ... such a good pet ... it is a pity I will not be keeping you."

Laura uttered a tiny whimper, though she did not falter in the least. She could not imagine having another Mistress. She could barely remember what it was like without one.

"But perhaps ... if you are very good to your Mistress ... I will let you have some of my pets after I leave ..."

Laura shuddered and moaned into Nyssa's sex, as her own rose in pleasure at her Mistress' words.

"Imagine ... your pets from among the students for the days ... your soon to be enslaved Marcie for the nights ... you would never be for want of pleasure."

Laura was panting hard. Her movements against Nyssa became more frantic.

Nyssa's voice became breathless as she tilted her head back. "Oh, yes ... It excites you, doesn't it? ... More and more, the dark thoughts arouse you now, don't they?"

Laura moaned, louder this time. Her knees slid apart as her panties grew soaked. She strained at the edge of release.

Nyssa moaned softly. "Mmmm ... yes ... I can feel it in how you lick me, slave ... you're so close ... so close to falling completely ..."

Laura whimpered. She never stopped pleasuring her Mistress. Her body would not stop shaking with lust. Thoughts of pleasure, day in and day out, took over her thoughts. She felt her tenuous hold on her former self slip from her grasp.

"And you know when that happens? That happens when your own dark thoughts and desires are so powerful ... so consuming ... so irresistible ... that merely thinking of them is enough to make you ..."

Laura suddenly uttered a short, shrill cry as her pussy exploded.

Nyssa's lips curled. " ... cum."

Laura gripped at Nyssa's thighs, her cunt pulsing hard, her breathing ragged. Pleasure suffused her, flooding her mind, enveloping and washing away the last vestiges of what was Laura Bendon, the one that existed before the start of the school year. That person, once simply hidden away in a corner of her mind, now faded and vanished forever like morning mist with the dawn.

Laura moaned softly as her orgasm faded. "Thank you, Mistress," she mewled. Tears of gratitude slid down her face. "Oh, thank you ..."

"My present to you," Nyssa said softly. "Now you have nothing to go back to. You will never be in danger of retreating. You will never be in danger of second thoughts. And most of all ... even after I am gone ... you will never, ever be turned against me or the Darkness."

Laura looked at Nyssa with deep affection and utter devotion. Nyssa stroked her cheek gently. Laura mewled and closed her eyes, leaning into the touch.

"But ... you are still my slave ... and you must do your duty to me."

"Yes, Mistress. I am yours to do with as you please," Laura breathed. She descended upon her Mistress once again.

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