Becky giggled softly as she backed Victor the stock boy against a set of shelves roughly in the middle of the storeroom. She wriggled her body against him, letting her breasts bounce and heave against his chest.

"You like that, Victor?" Becky cooed. She traced her fingers down one of his bare, heavily-muscled arms, delighting at how he trembled under her touch. "You like feeling my boobs touching you like that, hmm?"

Becky looked into his eyes. Victor could do little more than stare back, his chest rising and falling quickly. She grinded her hips into him, feeling the massive bulge in his jeans press against her. He shuddered and moaned very deeply.

Becky drew a single finger back up his arm, over his shoulder, around his neck, finally stopping just under his chin. He shivered at her touch, his body growing ever more aroused. His cock strained hard against his clothing.

As if sensing his discomfort, she glanced down and giggled again. "Aw, poor Victor ... all scrunched up in there ..." She smiled, her eyes smoldering with dark desire. "It doesn't have to be, you know. It can be free. Free for me to hump any time I want."

Victor groaned, his breath growing ragged. His body shook with lust.

"But you have to be good, Victor ..." She dropped her hand from his chin. "You have to be really good for me ..." She played with his zipper. " ... you have to do what I want, when I want it ..." She yanked it down and slid her fingers over the cotton of his briefs. He let his breath go as a desperate, ragged sigh. " ... and as much as I want ..." She ran her fingers up and down his shaft. " ... or ..."

She removed her fingers and stepped back from him. He gave her a pleading look.

" ... you get no reward."

Victor finally spoke. "P-Please, Becky ... Mistress ... please, Mistress ... I'll do what you want ... I'll do anything for you ..."

Becky smiled. "Yes, you will, won't you?" She took a deep breath and let it go as a needful, sultry sigh. She stepped up to him and undid his belt and pulled down his pants and briefs. She wrapped her fingers possessively around his thick cock.

"I want this so badly," she whispered to him, her eyes intense as they gazed into his. "My boyfriend ... he wants to wait until marriage ... I don't ... I want it now. I want it every day. You're going to give me that."

Victor closed his eyes, moaning as she gently stroked him.

"It's going to happen, Victor," Becky said with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "The moment you cum, you're mine. Your cock is mine. Your ..."

There was a sudden noise behind her. She gasped and wheeled around, her hand letting go of his manhood. Peering over a set of free-standing shelves, she saw the doors to the main part of store swing closed.

Without a word, Becky gestured to Victor hurriedly. When he had pulled up his briefs and pants, she nudged him towards the back. She heard someone rummage through the goods near the door as they moved closer to the unloading bay.

She eventually pushed him into a corner, completely out of view of anyone walking out of the aisle that led to the door back into the store. She was in view of the unloading bay, but knew no one would bother her from there. She turned her back to them and returned her attention to Victor.

"Now, Victor," Becky said with a wide smile as she reached over to pull his pants down again. "Where were we?"

She heard the sound of footsteps behind her in time to snap her head around, but not in time to stop Jason from pushing her violently to the side. She uttered a short scream and crashed into a set of shelves on rollers, causing a dozen or so boxes of cereal to rain down on her from the top shelves. When she tried to push herself away and stagger to her feet, Melinda ran in from the front of the storeroom and shoved her again, sending her toppling to the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Becky screeched.

Jason ran over to Victor and started yelling at him to snap out of it. Melinda picked up boxes of cereal and hurled them at Becky whenever she tried to get up.

"Ahhh! Stop it! You little shit! I have to ... I ... uhhh ... what ...?

Melinda was about to throw another box when she stopped suddenly. She stared at Becky for a few seconds and uttered a deep sigh of relief. "Jason, it's gone! The aura's gone!"

"Huh?" Victor said, blinking. He looked down at himself. "What ... what the FUCK?!!"

Becky was shaking her head and rising unsteadily to her feet. "What ... I was ... " She suddenly gasped, her hands on her cheeks. "Oh my God! I almost ... what the hell just happened?!" she screamed.

"That's what I want to know!" Victor bellowed, clenching his hands into big, meaty fists. Jason quickly ducked out of the way and grabbed Melinda's arm. Melinda protested, but not for long, for now people were bursting into the room from both ends.

Jason figured this would happen. He felt a little proud that he had pieced it all together. It explained why all the others had been able to capture their victims so easily. The other people around them simply did not notice what was happening.

It worked to Jason and Melinda's advantage as well. No one had noticed Melinda walk into the storeroom as a diversion. No one had looked askance at a fifteen-year-old boy walking around the back and through the unloading docks.

Whatever it was, he had guessed (or at least had hoped) that it would be broken the moment Becky's aura disappeared. Sure enough, now the store manager was pounding his way down the aisle from the store end, and the workmen that had mysteriously gone on an unscheduled break were pouring in from the rear exits.

Jason and Melinda quickly ducked into a side aisle and waited for the store manager to pass. They then raced out of the storeroom. The manager saw them and called for them to stop, but they ignored it. The manager did not pursue them. By this time, he had to deal with Becky and Victor, who were screaming at the tops of their lungs at each other.

They didn't stop running until they had made it out of the store and onto Jason's bike. Jason pedaled away madly, puffing hard from the exertion.

"God, that poor girl!" Melinda lamented. "And we had to leave her there to face the others!"

"What matters ... is we stopped her ..." Jason panted. "We wouldn't ... be able to ... explain ourselves ... shit, I hafta stop ..."

Wheezing, Jason came to a shuddering stop, almost throwing Melinda off. He got off and staggered to the side, clutching at a painful stitch in his side as he breathed hard.

"You all right?" Melinda asked in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine ... just need to ... catch my breath ..." He managed a smile at her. "We did it, Melinda ... we stopped her. Nyssa has ... one less today."

Melinda nodded and smiled, though it was subdued. "I hope Cassie's having the same luck we are ..."

Ned looked down on Mai Ling with a very smug look on his face, his lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. He let her remain where she was for a few minutes just to gaze at her, already growing intoxicated with the power he already held over her. Here was the hot Asian babe of his dreams, the girl he had fantasized about for two years now, and she was very close to being his forever.

Mai Ling was on the floor, her panties and shorts stripped from her. She lay writhing on her back, fingers squishing in her pussy. Her thighs glistened with her moisture, and there was a dark stain on the carpet under her. She was so horny that coherent thought -- let alone speech -- was near impossible.

Yet despite how her body quaked with the need for release, she stroked herself slowly and methodically, moaning deeply.

"Yeah, don't cum yet," Ned said, his own voice husky with increasing desire. "Not until I tell ya. But ya know what happens when ya do, right?"

"I ... I-I become ... I become your horny little slave ..." Mai Ling moaned in slightly accented English. She arched her back. "Uhhhn! ... P-Please ... please let me cum ... oh please ..."

Ned drew in a deep breath and let it go in an excited sigh. "That's right, Mai Ling," he said, his own voice quavering in his anticipation. "And you're gonna be horny all the time. You're gonna always be wet for me."

"Oh yes ... yes, please ... let me cum ... let me be your slave ... "

Ned was starting to pant from excitement himself. His cock was rock-hard and aching for relief almost as much as Mai Ling's pussy was. "Okay ... okay, Mai Ling, you may ..."

There was a sudden thumping knock on the door that made him jump. "What the fuck?!" he muttered. "Shit. All right, never mind that. We stay quiet and they'll ..."

Another thumping knock, louder this time, and a voice, "I must insist you open the door, please. I must check on the welfare of my charge."

Ned looked completely puzzled. What the hell is he talking about? he thought.

He looked down at Mai Ling. She was still stroking herself, but her movements were faltering. "Okay, no need to panic," he said to himself and went over to Mai Ling. "Mai Ling, stop what you're doing."

She did, but gave him a desperate look. "Please ... I want to cum for you ... please let me ..."

"In a minute!" Ned said through clenched teeth. "Get your panties and shorts back on."

"But ...?"

Another thump. "Really, now, if you don't open this door, I will be forced to contact the authorities."

"Oh, shit ..." Ned whimpered. "Mai Ling, hurry up!"

She straightened and pulled her shorts on. "But I-I don't want to put them on ... I want to be naked for you ... I want ..."

"Later," Ned hissed. He threw an arm around her and guided her to the door. "Find out what this idiot wants and send him away. And don't tell him I'm here!"

Mai Ling blinked, her mind still in a fog of intense arousal, but she nodded and obeyed. Ned quickly dashed away from the door and hid behind the stairs.

Mai Ling opened the door. "Yes?" she asked in a very soft voice.

Standing in the doorway was Cassie's driver, Harry. "Miss, I must ask to see Cassie, please," he said pointedly.

"I-I'm sorry?" Mai Ling asked.

Behind the stairs, Ned frowned. Cassie?

At that moment, he heard a noise from the kitchen, like a tapping sound. He ignored it when Harry spoke again.

"Cassie Kendall, my charge. She came to this house acting rather oddly. I need to know she is okay."

Ned gaped. Cassie Kendall? The tripped-out girl from Haven High? Why would he think she would be here?

He swung his gaze towards the kitchen. There was that noise again!

Mai Ling didn't respond at first. She was panting, her thoughts trying to pull her back towards where they were a few moments ago. She had to resist the urge to touch herself. Her pussy felt hot and steamy under her panties.

Harry tilted his head and stared at her. "Miss, are you quite all right?"

Mai Ling shook her head and blinked rapidly. "I-I'm sorry, I'm thinking of my pus ... uh ... s-something else ..."

Harry sighed. "I am in no mood for games, miss. I clearly saw Cassie stop at your front door, then go around the side to your back yard. I do not mind her visiting her friends, but ..."

Ned's eyes widened. The noise came again. He felt he had to go investigate it now. He peeked out from behind the stairs and crept into the kitchen without being noticed.

At the front door, Mai Ling's mind was growing more and more confused. Now it was hard to concentrate on anything, even what she had been doing before. It was as if her will was being tugged in two different directions.

"Really, miss, if you are not feeling well, it might be best that you remand Miss Kendall to me," said Harry.

Ned entered the kitchen just as the tapping noise came and went again. It sounded like it was coming from the back door.

"I'm sorry," Mai Ling said in a forlorn voice. "But ... b-but I really need to get back to him ... I have to ... to ..."

Ned looked out the window in the top part of the door and saw nothing. He grabbed the knob and very carefully turned it, the bolt clicking back.

On the other side, crouched down out of view, Cassie slammed into it as hard as she could.

The door thumped into Ned, his head banging against it soundly. Dizzy from the impact, he stumbled and crashed loudly to the floor. Cassie was already past him and dashing into the living room.

"There you are, Miss Kendall!" Harry said with obvious relief in his voice. "Could you tell me, please, what ..."

She ignored him and ran right up to Mai Ling. She spun the young woman around and shook her. "Snap out of it!" Cassie cried. "Don't do it! Whatever he wanted! Don't do it!"

Harry gave Cassie a very puzzled look. "Miss Kendall, what on Earth are you doing?"

Ned burst into the room from the kitchen. "Mai Ling! Don't listen to her! Don't ... er ... don't ..."

Cassie blinked in astonishment as she looked back towards Ned. One moment the Darkness was there, the next it was not. No slow fade, no visible retreat. Just gone. Vanished.

Mai Ling shuddered. "What ... what's going on ... what did I just ..." She stared at Cassie and then Ned. "What are you doing in my house?! And what was I about to ... " She gasped loudly and stared in horror at Ned.

Ned swallowed. "I ... uh ... I gotta go, bye!"

He broke into a dead run for the front door. Everyone leapt out of his path.

Harry looked truly perplexed. He turned to Mai Ling. "Miss, I have no idea what just transpired, but I assure you ..."

"Get out!" Mai Ling screamed. "All of you, GET OUT!"

Harry was so taken aback that he didn't move. Cassie had to shove him out the door scant seconds before it was slammed hard behind them.

Cassie let go with a sigh of relief and felt her legs almost give out from under her.

She couldn't believe it had worked! When the front door had been closed against her, she had looked back towards the limo and had seen Harry watching her with a concerned look on his face. She had gambled that if she disappeared for a bit, he would come to the house to investigate. She was fortunate that she had been able to get into the back yard.

But she had not expected that Ned would come to the back door. She thought Ned would tend to the front door and leave Mai Ling to check the back. So she had to improvise. But it had worked. She had saved Ned.

She felt proud of herself. Best of all, she felt as if she had just repaid a large debt.

Marcie poked her head into Laura's office. "Is there anything else you need from me before I head home, Miss Bendon?"

Laura looked up and smiled. Marcie's now loose hair spilled over one shoulder as she stood at the door frame with her head tilted to one side. Laura found it to be a rather nice look. Laura had thought about having Marcie change the style of her glasses, but somehow those specs looked rather charming in contrast to that body.

Besides, Marcie needed them largely for reading. Once Laura was done with her, Marcie would have no need to do such a thing any longer.

Laura rose and stepped out from behind her desk. "Come here for a moment, Marcie."

Marcie paused a moment, then stepped into the room with a small smile. "Yes, Miss Bendon?"

Laura's eyes slowly swept Marcie's body from head to toe and back again. Marcie noticed the attention and blushed slightly. "You really do look so much more sexy in those clothes, Marcie," she said softly.

Marcie' blush deepened and she grew flustered. "Th-thank you, Miss Bendon," she said sheepishly. "But really ... it's just the clothes ... I'm not ..."

Laura stepped close to her. "Yes, you are. It's you that's sexy, not the clothing. The clothing just brings it out."

"Oh my ... M-Miss Bendon, you're very kind, b-but ..."

"Kindness has nothing to do with it."

Marcie swallowed and looked at Laura. "I don't understand, Miss Bendon."

"Don't understand what?"

"Why ... why are you doing all this for me?"

"Don't you like it?"

Marcie paused a moment. One corner of her mouth curled upwards. "Um ... well, yes, it's kind of nice, Miss Bendon ..."

"Hmm, I think I see the problem."

Marcie blinked. "You do?"

"You look sexy. But you don't feel sexy, do you?"

Marcie paused for a long moment, then gave Laura a forlorn look and slowly shook her head.

"Have you ever felt sexy, Marcie?"

"I don't think so, Miss Bendon."

Laura gave her a sly grin. "Have you ever become aroused?"

Marcie's eyes widened to saucers and her cheeks glowed scarlet. "Miss B-Bendon, that's ... th-that's a bit ... personal ..."

"But have you?"

Marcie wrung her hands. For a moment she was caught between a compulsion to obey Laura and a desire to keep her little secrets. The very few times that this had happened in the past, privacy had won the battle. This time, it was losing. "I-I ... o-of course, Miss Bendon," she whispered, glancing back behind her nervously as if worried someone was listening. "Everybody has. But ..."

"When was the last time?"

Marcie bit her lip. Again, the compunction to comply was making the words rise to her lips despite her attempt to hold them back. It was the first clue she had that something was not right. "I don't remember, Miss Bendon," she said, feeling embarrassed.

Laura grinned at her for a moment and then headed over to her filing cabinet. She opened the bottom drawer and withdrew a gift-wrapped box with a tiny bow on it. It was barely a foot long by six inches wide, and less than two inches high. She handed it to Marcie.

Thoroughly nonplussed, Marcie stared at it for a few moments before silently taking it.

"A little present for you that I picked up today."

"Um ... thank you, Miss Bendon, but you really shouldn't have ..." Marcie slipped a finger under a flap along one end to undo the wrapping.

Laura reached out a hand and lay it over Marcie's. "Wait until you get home. Then open it and try it."

"Try it? What is it?"

"You'll find out. And when you do try it, I guarantee you, Marcie, you will feel sexy."

Marcie blinked again as her gaze fell into Laura's eyes. "I will?"

"Yes, Marcie, you will." Laura slowly smiled. "You might even get aroused."

Marcie blushed again but managed a small smile. "Yes, Miss Bendon."

Melinda did not complain even once on the bike trip back to her house. She even smiled at Jason as she got off.

"I don't believe we did it," Melinda said.

Jason grinned. "We did, though. If Cassie had the same luck, that's two we managed to save."

Melinda sighed, her smile fading. "And three today we didn't even get a chance to look at."

"Yeah, I know. But what we did do was better than nothing."

"Jason, will they be able to see the auras now, too?"

"I'm hoping they will. If they can, maybe we can recruit them."

"Becky was really upset, though."

"Yeah, but so was Cassie, and you got through to her. Eventually they'll start seeing them on their own and that will make it easier to talk to them."

Melinda nodded. "I better go inside and see how Heather is doing."

"And you're sure she wasn't taken by Nyssa?"

Melinda paused, then nodded again. "Pretty sure, yeah."

Jason gave her a dubious look.

Melinda sighed. "Well, she was in the bathroom puking. I wasn't going to watch that just to see if she had an aura. She didn't sound like she had one, anyway."

"Well, just be careful. Call me later and let me know if everything is okay."

"Okay, I will. Can we get together tomorrow? I mean, just to go to lunch or something?"

Jason smiled and nodded. "Sure thing. See you later."

"Oh, wait!" Melinda called out. "What about Richie?"

"Huh? What about him?"

"He should know what we did, since he's in the Harbingers. Sort of."

"I'll send him an email when I get home. I have to go. See you."

Melinda waved as Jason took off. She watched until he had disappeared around the corner. She then turned and headed back inside the house.

The place was as silent as it had been before. Neither parent had come home yet, but it was not late enough in the afternoon for that anyway.

Melinda headed up the stairs and into the bedroom. She found the bathroom door closed. "Heather, are you still in there? Are you sure you don't need to see the doctor for this?"

There was no reply.

"Um, Heather? Are you all right?"

There was still no response. Melinda's heart thumped as she stepped up to the door, straining to hear something. She finally knocked a few times. "Heather, are you okay? Please, say something if you are, you're scaring me!"

Panic rose inside her. She was no longer thinking so much about her sister being claimed by the Darkness as she was about Heather lying unconscious on the floor of the bathroom. Finally she grabbed the knob and cracked it open, and found that the light was on. In a panic, she flung it open, stepping fully inside before realizing that the room was empty.

"Melinda."

Melinda gasped and spun around. Heather stood in the doorway. Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but the words died before they could leave her head. Her mouth remained open, her eyes wide, staring, and despairing. For a moment, her panic and horror overwhelmed her, and she couldn't move.

The Darkness was like a thick fog hovering around Heather's body. It looked almost gentle, swaddling Heather's body softly, its tendrils moving slowly with muted movements. It was as it were trying to maintain a low profile, looking relatively innocuous compared to other auras she had witnessed.

But the fact remained that it was on her sister. That alone made it even more horrific than any she had seen yet.

Heather tried to take a step across the threshold.

Melinda was jolted out of her paralysis. She scrambled back, nearly falling backwards into the tub. She scrabbled at the shower curtain, popping it from a few of the rings that held it aloft to the rod. "Get away from me!" she screamed.

Heather gave Melinda a stricken look. She stepped back, her face almost as despairing as her little sister's had been. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice choked. She drew in a her breath and let it go in a shuddering sigh. "I'm so sorry ..."

Melinda's heart raced, still staring at Heather, still trying to believe what she was seeing.

"Please ... I'm not going to hurt you, Melinda ... I'd never do that ... please, I need you right now."

Melinda swallowed. Very slowly she stepped away from the tub. With a shaking hand she gestured. "Back off, Heather," she said in a strained voice. "Just ... back off right now."

Heather appeared to hesitate, but then nodded quickly and stepped back from the door, folding her hands demurely before her.

Melinda cautiously stepped up to the door, gripping the frame tightly with her hands. She looked towards Heather, then snapped her head towards the door to the bedroom.

"Please don't leave me," Heather begged. She let go with another despondent sigh and backed up again, sitting down heavily on the edge of her bed and wringing her hands. "Please don't run. I really need you right now, baby sis."

Melinda paused a long moment. Every instinct in her cried out for her to run and contact Jason. He would know what to do. She turned her gaze back to her sister and felt a surge of sympathy. "When did it happen?"

"This morning. Third period."

"And they sent you home? They told me you were sick. You told me you were sick. You lied to me!"

Heather sighed. "Should be obvious why they lied to you, runt," she muttered. "I lied to you so you wouldn't worry about me. You had ... you had other things to do."

Melinda nodded. "And we did it, too. We stopped Becky."

Heather forced a tiny smile. "That's great," she said softly. The smile faded quickly. "I guess you'll have to stop me now, huh?"

"Stop ...? Yes. Yes! I do!" Melinda let go with a relieved sigh and ran over to her big sister. "I'm sorry, Heather, I didn't mean to yell at you. I wasn't thinking."

Heather gave Melinda a forlorn smile and reached for Melinda's hand. Melinda flinched at first, but stopped herself and let Heather take her hand. She felt a small tingle pass through her body. She barely noticed it.

"See, I'm not so bad, am I?" Heather said with a grin, looking up at her sister.

Melinda managed a smile. Heather was not acting the way she had assumed her sister would under Nyssa's influence. It was as if Heather wanted to be saved from this. It made sense to her. Who really wanted to fall into Nyssa's power?

"We'll make sure you don't do anything, Heather. Both Jason and I. We'll follow you around tomorrow and make sure you ... oh, wait, no, I should call Cassie. Jason's who you're after, right?"

Heather reached up with her other hand and cradled one of Melinda's cheeks, gently stroking it. She smiled and shook her head.

"It's not Jason? But then ... oh, ick, it's not Richie, is it? That ... that ... "

Melinda trailed off. Only now was she noticing the little waves of pleasure that were washing over her from her sister's touch.

Finally something clicked in her mind. She uttered a distressed whimper and stumbled back. Yet she was slow to respond, the fog already having begun to settle over her mind. Her legs trembled and felt weak. Heather rose to her feet and placed her hands lightly on Melinda's shoulders.

"Heather, wh-what's ... what's going on?" Melinda said, her voice weak.

"You're such a good sister to me, Melinda," Heather said in a husky voice. "You really are. Such a wonderful little sister."

Melinda swallowed. Her skin flushed hot. She tried again to back away. Heather's grip on her shoulders was light, but it might as well have been a vise, for Melinda could not pull away from it.

In the back of her mind she knew what was happening. Yet it was so shocking that her conscious mind refused to accept it yet. "H-Heather ... who is it ... who do you want to go after? Please don't do this to me ... Just tell me ..."

Heather smiled at her and tenderly brushed a few strands of hair from her eyes. She stroked Melinda's cheek again. Melinda shivered with mounting pleasure.

"Oh God, Heather, what are you doing? ... No, wait, don't ..."

Heather drew Melinda into an embrace.

Melinda clung to her sister. Behind her, she felt Heather's hands slowly stroke her back and her sides, moving not to comfort but to excite. Melinda closed her eyes and moaned, her body shuddering as her pussy grew warm, and she finally understood. "N-no, please ..." she whimpered. "P-please, not me ... not me, Heather ... "

"Melinda, you're so wonderful," Heather whispered huskily into Melinda's ear. "So pretty ... so sexy ..."

Heather's hands slipped under Melinda's jeans and panties and gently squeezed Melinda's ass cheeks. Melinda mewled and squirmed, her panties making a slight squishing noise as the crotch was drawn into her now wet pussy. Yet even as her body ached with soaring arousal and sexual excitement, she continued to fight what was happening to her.

"N-no ... no ... not me ... you can't ... you can't ..."

"But you want me as much as I want you, don't you?"

"No ... n ... oh God ... p-please ... "

Heather smiled and slid a hand under Melinda's shirt. She played her fingertips up Melinda's spine. Melinda shivered and whimpered loudly, her pussy throbbing with need, her body trembling with desire.

"You want me, Melinda," Heather cooed into her ear.

"Heather ..." Melinda moaned.

"You just get too horny around me. Too wet and horny."

Melinda couldn't speak. In her mind, she begged to be touched as much as she screamed to be let go.

Slowly, Heather broke off the embrace. Melinda looked at her with eyes both lustful and pained. Heather smiled and touched the raised nipples against Melinda's blouse. "Uhhhnn ...!" Melinda moaned, panting hard. "S-stop ... please ... t-too horny ..."

Heather giggled. She stepped back from Melinda. "Just keep thinking about me, baby sis. Keep thinking how sexy I am. How you want to lick my pussy. How you want me to cum all over that sweet, sweet face of yours."

And still Melinda fought. "H-Heather ... let me call Jason, p-please ... let me ..."

"You can call him. But you won't tell him about any of this. This will be our little secret."

Melinda whimpered in despair but nodded. She could not disobey, not if she wanted to risk not getting her reward.

Heather cupped Melinda's chin. Melinda quivered with delight at the touch.

"Now ... you'll have to sleep on this, but you already knew that. Your dreams will be very pleasant ones, though. They'll be all about me and my pussy and how you can please the both of them."

Melinda swallowed and nodded.

Heather placed her hand on Melinda's shoulder. "Now, relax a little, baby sis. No sense you soaking through every pair of panties you try to wear."

Melinda felt a wave of calm pass over her. Her arousal retreated to where she could think again. Or at least think the thoughts that Heather wanted her to think. Yet a small amount of sexual excitement remained.

"That better?"

Melinda took a deep breath. She could still feel tingling pleasure in her sex. "I'm still ..."

"A little excited? Of course you are, baby sis. You're living with me, after all."

Melinda shuddered as her body was momentarily suffused with pleasure at the thought. It was impossible to resist it, no matter how hard she tried.

"Now, I need to go make a little phone call, so you stay up here and be a good little girl for me, okay?"

Melinda nodded.

"You sure? Tell me, now."

"I-I'll be a good little girl, Heather," Melinda said in a husky voice. She was rewarded by more little tingles of pleasure.

Heather smiled and stroked Melinda's hair before leaving the room.

Melinda stood there for a few moments, shivering slightly, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. The fire in her pussy had retreated but had not gone out. It throbbed softly whenever she thought of Heather.

Melinda finally headed over to the computer she shared with her sister and sat down before it, her wet panties squishing against her mound. She calmly checked her email and surfed the web a bit.

She knew something was wrong. She knew that she was in trouble. Nyssa had taken her sister and she herself was about to fall as well. Melinda had less than a day unless someone stopped Heather from finishing the job. Yet the one person she could contact she had been told not to tell, and she didn't have Cassie's or Richie's number.

There was no way out, either of her predicament, or of her own sexual desires.

Even as calmly as she sat in the chair, acting as if nothing had happened, she blinked as a single tear formed in the corner of one eye and slowly trickled down her cheek.

Marcie stood staring at herself silently in the mirror in the bathroom of her apartment. When she had first seen what was in the box that Laura had given her, she had been too embarrassed to try it on. Yet eventually the desire to obey Laura's wishes became too great to ignore. She was Laura's receptionist after all, and a loyal one. She was supposed to do what she was told. And this is what Laura wanted of her.

She stripped herself naked, blushing every minute, and slipped into the outfit that Laura had given her.

She had never worn anything like this in her life. Yes, she wore underwear ever day, but it was always very functional and very modest. She almost didn't recognize herself standing there in bright, frilly pink.

There was little that was functional at all about it. The top piece was tight and pushed her breasts up, and the material was thin enough she could just make out the outline of her areolae through it. The bottom piece was very skimpy, the triangle barely covering her crotch and the back pieces so narrow that much of her backside was exposed.

At first she felt silly wearing this thing. The longer she stood there, however, the less silly it looked and the more sexy it felt. Marcie finally burst out giggling and broke into a smile afterward.

She did feel sexy. At least that's what she assumed the feeling was. All she knew was that she was feeling something that she couldn't remember experiencing before, and it felt good. She let a hand trace the outline of one rounded breast lightly and then trail down her side. She ran her fingers over one hip and then around over one ass cheek.

Marcie took a deep breath and let it go. A very small tremor passed through her body. She slowly licked her lips, still staring at herself, and let her hand explore further. Her perceptions wavered, as if she were in a waking dream. She felt her body grow warm. Two little raised nubs formed on the top piece of her outfit.

Now she was feeling good in a different way. She let the pleasure wash over her for a few minutes before she finally uttered a tiny gasp. Without consciously realizing it, she had slipped her hand under her panties and started masturbating. Her fingers were already warm and wet from her aroused pussy.

Marcie remained still for a long moment, blinking a few times. Slowly, her fingers began moving again under her panties. Her eyes became half-lidded as she spread her feet apart, still gazing at herself. She watched herself masturbate, her breath growing short as her excitement mounted. She uttered tiny little moans and whimpers of pleasure as she rose.

She had gone so long since experiencing one that her orgasm took her by surprise. She shuddered and staggered, having to clutch the edge of the counter for support as her cunt throbbed hard. She moaned loudly, closing her eyes and working her fingers against herself in an almost frantic effort to keep the pleasure going.

Marcie could not remember a climax feeling as wonderful as this one did. A disappointed whimper escaped her lips when it finally played itself out.

She paused to catch her breath, pulling her hand from her pussy. She looked at her glistening fingers and brought them near her face. She gave them a tentative sniff. Marcie let go with a long, lustful sigh. She was still excited, as if the one orgasm had not been enough after going so long without.

She left the bathroom, reaching down to slip out of the new underwear. Instead, she glanced at her bed and stopped.

She looked down at herself. Her pussy still had the same warm and achy sensation it had before. It even still felt damp.

Marcie giggled and blushed at what she was thinking. Nevertheless, she did as the urge commanded her. She climbed into bed, spread her legs apart, and slid her hand back under her panties, already closing her eyes and moaning softly in anticipation.

Jason waited with no word from Melinda until after dinner. He didn't understand why it was taking so long. Even Richie had responded to his email fairly quickly, which was unusual for him. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and called her himself.

"Hello?"

"Heather?" Jason asked in surprise. "You okay? Last I heard you were barfing up your socks."

"Oh, I'm feeling a lot better now, Jason, but thank you for asking," Heather answered softly.

Jason certainly thought Heather sounded calm and collected anyway. More so than usual. "So did you hear? Melinda and were able to stop Becky. I haven't heard from Cassie yet, though. I was going to call her but wanted to know if Melinda had heard from her already."

"I believe she did. Do you want to talk to Melinda?"

"Yes, please."

"Hold on."

There was a pause. He heard muffled movement, and then muffled voices. Both Heather and Melinda were talking back and forth about something. Finally the phone became unmuffled and he heard Melinda say, "Hello, Jason."

"Hi! I was a little worried about you when you didn't call me."

"Sorry. I was a little distracted. I'm okay, though."

"Heather said you talked to Cassie. Did she ...?"

"Yes, she stopped Ned. Isn't that great?"

Jason grinned. "Sure is. Kind of makes up for not being able to track down any new people today. Unless Heather saw ..."

"No, Heather didn't see anyone today. She was sick, anyway."

"She sounds a lot better now, though."

"Oh, yeah, she's better. In fact, she's wonderful. Really wonderful."

Jason paused. That had been an odd thing for Melinda to say. The way she had said it was strange, too. Her voice had become a little breathy at the end. "You okay, Melinda?"

"Sure, Jason, why wouldn't I be?"

"You were all worried about Heather being ... you know."

"Oh, yeah, that." She giggled softly. "No worries there anymore, not about Heather. Heather's just fine. She's just ... mmm ... I mean, everything's okay here, Jason."

It had happened again. Melinda's voice had taken on an almost husky sound to it. Jason felt a knot of anxiety growing in his stomach. "Um, Melinda, are we still on for tomorrow? I think I really need to see you this weekend."

There was a long pause. Jason strained to hear and thought he heard Heather talking in the background. Finally, Melinda replied, "Um, not tomorrow. How about Sunday?"

Now Jason was getting worried. "Why not tomorrow, Melinda?"

"I've got plans ... um, with Heather," she replied. The huskiness in her voice was coming back. "We're going to spend some time together."

"Why?"

"Um, because ... I got really worried about her, Jason, when I thought she was sick or taken by Nyssa. I don't spend enough time with her ... please understand."

Jason nodded slowly. Yes, he could understand. But it was very unusual for either of them to think along those lines. And why had there been the long pause before she answered? Was Heather coaching her in her answers?

"Melinda, can I talk to Heather again for a minute?"

"Uh, sure, hang on ..."

More muffled conversation. "Hi, Jason," came Heather's voice finally. "What's up?"

Jason wasn't sure what he should say at this point. He knew something was wrong, but not quite what. "Heather, just what were you sick with?"

"Oh, some stomach bug or something. I felt better once I threw up a few times."

Jason remembered the last time he had had something like that. He had been barely in any condition to stand up let along talk on the telephone right after he had stopped puking. He thought Heather sounded like she had recovered rather fast.

Maybe too fast. An icy chill crept up his spine. "Heather, don't do anything to Melinda," he said.

A pause. "What was that, Jason? I don't understand."

Jason swallowed. "Heather, I ... I really like Melinda, you know that," he said in a lower voice. "I don't want anything to happen to her. Please, listen to me. Don't do anything to her."

Heather uttered an amused chuckle. "Jason, you're sounding kind of weird, you know? What could I possibly do to her?"

Jason didn't have an answer to that.

Heather sighed. "I think you're just upset that you can't see her tomorrow. You think you can fool around in the house anytime you want just because my Dad doesn't seem to notice it."

"Well, no, wait, that's not what I meant ..."

"Yeah, right."

Jason gave an exasperated sigh. "I just want to see her, that's all."

"Okay, look, if you're going to throw a hissy fit over this, then maybe you can come over late in the day. But no screwing around, you understand? I'm going to be here the whole time."

"That's fine," Jason said quickly, glad to get even just the small concession from her. "What time?"

"Give us until five in the afternoon."

"Five?? But my family eats dinner about that time on the weekends. Come on, make it sooner than that."

"Oh, all right. Four-thirty."

Jason wanted to protest that was still too late, but he decided to take what he could get. "Okay, that works."

"Good. Talk to you then. Bye."

"Wait! Let me talk to Melinda for ... hello?"

Heather had hung up.

Jason stared at the receiver in his hands for a few minutes before hanging up the phone. He knew there was something wrong now. He just didn't know what he was going to do about it yet.

For the first time since she had come to Haven, Nyssa was worried.

Two had been lost. Even two people short, they had managed to snatch two more from her. Already, she had to curtail the amount of energy she was feeding to Haven or it would drain her of her strength. It had not been pleased about that at all. She could sense its anger any time she opened her senses to it.

Nyssa was not stupid. She hid her doubts from it. That had been easy enough to do. It did not yet have the power to know the mind of one such as her. She could give it rosy feelings about the prospects for success without it suspecting how she truly felt. For now, this had assuaged it.

Inwardly, she was troubled. She could sense its suspicion of her. She believed it was thinking that she may be trying to take too much for herself. It had trouble believing that two more could be stolen from her.

Both Heather and Richie had to be enslaved. They had to be allowed to finish what they had started. That would reduce the number of Sensitives to exactly one. Jason would be all that was left. He would be left without any allies, and Nyssa could take him easily. She would have much preferred to let him wait until last, so he could suffer having to watch his peers fall one by one. It would be fitting punishment for daring to interfere with her.

But now was not the time for pleasantries anymore. Now she had to be practical. All of them must fall to her. She must not leave any outside of her thrall.

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