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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becky bit at her lip, looking pale and scared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't say that!"

"Well, that's what you implied."

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it?" Jason asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh. I'm sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

"Marcie."

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

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

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

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

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

"And the roll?"

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

"Why, yes, it is."

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

"You did fabulous, Marcie."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh?"

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

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

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

Marcie looked excited. "Another reward?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laura smiled. "See you later, Marcie."

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

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

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

"Jason Conner."

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

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

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

"Jason?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Richie just shrugged and said nothing.

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

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

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

Richie snickered. "You want me to?"

"Stop playing games."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah? So?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jason, please."

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

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

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

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

"What is it?" Jason demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nyssa giggled. "Afraid? Me? Hardly."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You don't like this?"

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

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

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

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

"Y-yours ...?"

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

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

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

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

Jason swallowed, and in that moment his hope wavered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Turn around, Jason."

Jason's body shuddered again.

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

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

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

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

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

The last of the Sensitives.

She doesn't know.

She doesn't know.

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

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

"Damn you, Mara," Nyssa hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yes, Mistress," Jason panted.

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

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

"Yes, Mistress," he answered automatically.

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

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

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

"Yes, Mistress."

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

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

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