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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melinda giggled and nodded.

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

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

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

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melinda smiled, looking at Heather with adoration and obedience.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, are you touching your pussy?"

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

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

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

"Hmmm ..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you wish for, fucktoy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

"You're sick, you know that?"

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

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

"Yeah. Cool, huh?"

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

"So?"

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

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

"Someone may make you release her."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diane gave Jason a pleading look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's a good analogy, actually."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wicked ..." Ned murmured in awe.

Becky was pale as a ghost.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, exactly."

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

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

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

"Please, have some patience," Jason said.

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

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

Becky stopped and stared. "Huh?"

"Heather Sovert. You know her, right?"

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

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

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

"Her own sister."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm, right away, Miss Bendon."

Laura retreated back into her office.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Marcie, do you enjoy your job?"

Marcie blinked in surprise and then giggled.

"Something amusing?"

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

"Really, now?"

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

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

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

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

"Uh ... it doesn't?"

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

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

"Are you quite sure of that?"

"Yes, very much so!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marcie nodded absently as she continued to sort the pages.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm, yes, really nice ..."

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

"Right away, Miss Bendon."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yes ..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Mistress ..."

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

"Oh God, yes ..."

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

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

"Remove your clothes, slave," Nyssa ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She barely even noticed when the needle entered her arm.

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

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

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

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

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