Cassie had an uneasy feeling ever since she started the first of her classes that day. Only part of her worries were over Jason. Most had to do with the new team he had assembled.

Over the course of time she had been at the school, she had dreamed about every person there at least once. Every one of those dreams were in her journals. The night before she had gone back over the entries for Becky and Ned.

She was worried about Becky. Becky was the weak link in the chain. Cassie didn't think she had the nerve to do this. Her heart was in the right place, no doubt about that. But -- and Cassie hated having to think this of her -- Becky was ultimately something of a coward. Cassie could see that in the fantasy that she had acted out under Nyssa's thrall. She had become the opposite of her normal personality.

During her class, Cassie took a glance at the rotation schedule. Becky was up this time around to pass by the nurse's office. Cassie had a bad feeling that Becky was lying to them the other day when she said she had actually gone and looked.

Cassie's current class was not too far from the nurse's station. She would have to hustle to make her next class, but if she didn't dawdle, she could head over and see for herself whether Becky did her share or not. If Becky failed to show up, Cassie was going to make sure Jason called her out on it later.

Jason lay sprawled out naked on the examination table. His mind long since had passed into incoherence, his head lolling to one side as he panted. His body writhed constantly, his moans more desperate than erotic.

Nyssa had spent the time "playing" with him by slow, sexual torture, though at first it appeared as if he were in a position enviable to any other boy his age. Nyssa was naked as well, her ruby lips sliding slowly and sensuously up and down Jason's swollen cock. Her tongue moved in ways against the underside of his shaft that seemed almost inhuman, but felt wonderfully erotic.

She playfully bounced his balls in her fingers, making them remain slack instead of drawing up towards his body as he grew closer to orgasm. It was a peak that he would never reach. He would not cum unless she gave him the permission to do so, and she had chosen not to utter a word to him.

She finally let him drop from her lips, his cock glistening from the wetness of her mouth. She drew herself forward, smiling evilly at him. She dangled her large breasts above him, letting them drape across his still pulsing cock, drawing renewed whimpers of torturous pleasure from him.

Nyssa giggled. She dropped down, engulfing his cock between her mounds. She kneaded them together with her hands, letting him slide between her warm, soft flesh. Jason's breath became ragged, his excitement rising even higher.

She finally spoke to him. "Oh yes, I saw that in your little mind, my pet. It's the one reason you wish Melinda had big tits, isn't it? So she could do this to you."

Nyssa rocked herself back and forth, letting Jason's cock thrust in and out of her bosom. Jason was panting as he rose back to the edge again, his body straining for release. She just smiled and giggled as his response. "You're the most suggestible in this state, my pet. Your mind is the most open to me when you're at the very edge, wanting so very badly to cum. Eventually, you'll do anything to be allowed to cum. Anything at all."

Nyssa relented and pulled back from him, letting his cock bounce against his abdomen once. Jason went limp on the table, but his body still trembled from the built-up sexual lust. She slid off the table and onto her feet and came up alongside of him. She traced a single finger along his chest, making him shudder. She flicked at one of his nipples, drawing a low, pleading moan from him.

"You think you're controlled now. But the mind has many layers. I have control of the outermost layers. I need to work my way in. And this is how we do it."

Nyssa leaned in close, letting her breasts sway under her and brush his chest. Her hand wrapped itself around his cock and stroked it lightly, bringing it again to the brink but no further.

"And this is how we get to where we can get rid of that pesky former self of yours ... eventually." She drew back from him and let his cock fall from her hand. "Cum."

Jason gasped and his body jerked as his cock shot several ropes of his seed over his chest, throbbing so hard that he could not even speak. When he finally found his voice, he just whimpered loudly as his orgasm pulsed, making it ache with the force of his climax.

Nyssa watched with a sly smile until his orgasm began to wind down, his whimpers turning to low moans. She turned away long enough to fetch a towel for him. "Here," she said, holding it out to him. "Clean yourself up and then get dressed. You'll have your next class soon."

Despite how thoroughly drained he felt, he did not hesitate to obey her. "Yes, Mistress."

"Mmm, so obedient, are you?" Nyssa said as she watched him. "So much the good boy for me now. Once I get into the deepest recesses of your mind, slave, it will be so much more natural to you. You won't be able to think of a time when you were not my thrall. Or when you kept secrets from me."

Jason shuddered as he slipped off the examination table and onto his feet, her words making him excited again. His cock remained fully hard for her, tinged a slight purple color, as he went to retrieve his clothes.

"Once you leave this room, Jason, you'll act normal with the others." Nyssa chuckled in amusement. "Though I'm sure your little friend the Dreamer will wonder about you, and why you suddenly stopped having your delusions about the school nurse."

Something made him pause very slightly when Nyssa mentioned Cassie. It was brief enough that Nyssa didn't catch it, as much as she was reveling in her new power over him. "Yes, Mistress," Jason said tonelessly as he dressed.

"In fact ... I like that ... use that exact word with her if she confronts you over it. After all, it's a ridiculous notion that dreams can tell you anything, isn't it? It's a crackpot idea in the first place."

Jason slowly nodded. "Yes, Mistress. It's a stupid idea. Dreams are not real. They can't tell you anything."

Nyssa smiled. "Very good, my pet. Perhaps that will earn you a reward tomorrow. You're to return to me after last class tomorrow. You'll do that every day now. I'll play with you some more. And you'll get to be a little more my permanent pet every day."

Jason panted and shivered with delight. "Yes, Mistress," he moaned. "I want to be your pet ..."

Nyssa giggled. "No, not really. Not yet. But you will. Just like you will reveal all your little secrets to me."

"I have no secrets from you, Mistress."

Nyssa stepped up to him. "Oh, yes, you do. You don't realize it, but you do. No matter. Nothing for you to worry your empty head about. In fact ... " She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "... would you like me to share a little secret with you?"

Jason closed his eyes and trembled at the sound of her voice and the moist, hot breath on his ear. "I-if you wish it, Mistress ..."

Nyssa smiled and gave his earlobe a single lick. His cock lurched, as if to go into orgasm, but stopping just short. Jason moaned deeply as he felt a thought enter his head.

"That was a particularly strong one," whispered Nyssa. "I know her desire already, as powerful as it is. Much like Heather's was. Ironic, that."

She straightened up and trailed a finger down his back as he continued dressing. "Oh, and one last thing ... just as a little reminder of your submission to me ... each night when you are ready to go to bed, you will think about me. You will grow very aroused and hard. And then you will cum and thank me for it."

Jason responded with a husky, needful sigh as he closed his zipper over his uncomfortably stiff cock.

Nyssa smiled as Jason finished dressing. "Now ... off to your next class. Back to your mundane little world until I need you again."

"Yes, Mistress."

Jason turned and headed out of the room.

Nyssa paused until she heard the door to the hallway open and close. Some of her good mood abated. His mind held the same secret that Heather's and Richie's did. She assumed she would find the same thing in Melinda were she to look. They knew something that she did not. Yet as many times as she thought about it, she could not see any obvious danger. She had all four of the so-called "Harbingers" under her thrall. They could not operate without her say. The danger should be over.

She drew in a deep breath and let it go, her face growing more serious. She would be happier when she has taken the next six. Besides allowing her to begin sowing the seeds she had collected, their sexual escapades once they in turn took their intended victims would give her much-needed energy. Controlling the former Harbingers was taking more energy than she had expected. That would abate in time, but the margin was becoming slim.

No matter. She believed there was little anyone could do to stop her at this point.

Cassie hurried out of her class, trying to dodge around the other students to get to the west wing of the school. She felt a knot of anxiety form in her stomach as she grew close. She tried to convince herself it was because of what she expected to see, which was no Becky in evidence.

And when she got to the hallway junction just before the corridor that led to the nurse's station, this is exactly what she saw.

She uttered an exasperated sigh. She had hoped she had pegged Becky wrong, but apparently her journal had been true and Becky had not changed much since then. She was still a coward.

Cassie decided to wait around a bit longer to see if Becky were simply late. False hope, certainly, but she wanted to give Becky every chance to make good. Yet it was not long before the crowd began to thin as everyone headed to their next class.

Cassie sighed and started to turn away, casting one last look down the corridor to the nurse's station. It was only as she pulled her eyes away that the movement registered, and she immediately spun her gaze around again.

The shock hit her harder than the sudden release from Nyssa's thrall had that day she had been stopped from enslaving Richie. She went weak, her books dropping from her hands and clattering on the floor. She staggered until her shoulder struck the wall beside her. Her eyes went wide, shimmering with a terrified look.

Jason emerged from the corridor. Darkness swirled in horrible inky black around him. He smiled to her and waved.

Cassie bit her lip hard enough to draw blood to stop herself from screaming. Without bothering to pick up her books, she turned and fled as fast as she could. It was only when she was nearly to the east entrance did she remember she was still in school and needed to get to her next class. Yet even as the bell rang to signal its start, she couldn't get herself to move. Instead, she burst into tears.

Her grief was short-lived. She couldn't do this. Having a breakdown now would not do any good. She had made a promise to Jason in the event that he fell. She shivered violently and wrapped her arms around herself as she choked back her tears. All four of them! Jason, Heather, Melinda, and Richie. All Nyssa's slaves. There was no one left from the original team.

Cassie swallowed and forced herself to stand up straight. She wiped at her face and took a few deep, though quavering breaths.

"Cassie?"

Cassie gasped and whirled around, her heart leaping into her throat. When she saw who it was, she let out a relieved sigh.

"Oops. I'm sorry," said Marcie sheepishly. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"I-It's okay, Miss Fuller."

"Are you all right?"

"I ... um ... y-yes, I am. I have to be."

Marcie gave her a puzzled look.

Cassie forced a smile. "Never mind, Miss Fuller. Oh, damn, I'm late for class, I better ... um ..." She suddenly gave Marcie an odd look.

"Something wrong?"

"Didn't you used to wear glasses, Miss Fuller?"

Marcie beamed. "That's where I was just coming from, Cassie. Miss Bendon paid to have me fitted with contacts instead. She said I look so much better without the glasses."

Cassie slowly nodded. What the lack of glasses also did was emphasize how startling a transformation this woman had undergone in only the past two weeks. When Cassie had first seen her, she had been a mousy woman with hair and clothing that dated back to the early sixties. Now it might have well be a different person altogether.

Cassie's eyes widened. Something about that thought sent another chill through her, and suddenly her dreams about the woman took on a more ominous tone.

"Um ... Cassie?" Marcie asked tentatively. "Are you sure you're all right? You don't need to see the ..."

"I'm fine, Miss Fuller," Cassie said a bit loudly. "Um, sorry. I'll be getting along to my next class. Bye."

She quickly turned and fled again.

Cassie now understood that something was seriously wrong concerning Marcie, and it had something to do with the Principal. She had wondered why Principal Bendon had remained largely silent through everything that was happening at the school. Was she instead focused on doing something to Marcie all this time?

The frustrating thing was that there was nothing she could do about it now. All their attentions had to be focused on what Jason had set out to do, which was disrupt Nyssa's attempts to take any more students. That had the highest priority.

And now, the stakes were a lot higher than they ever had been before.

Ned wasn't looking where he was going when he ran, and as a result he ran into a brief spot of trouble. He collided with one of the jocks from senior year, and he had to endure some shoving and one light slam against the lockers before he could slip away from him, retreating to the sound of derisive calls mostly centered around his nose.

Usually Ned gave as good as he got, but he was in no mood for it, not after what he had just seen.

He ran into the cafeteria, but food was the furthest thing from his mind. He waded through the crowds of students, searching table by table until he spotted what he was looking for. Seated at the far end of a table near the back was Cassie, staring morosely at her plate and barely picking at her food.

Ned quickly slid into a seat next to her and said, "Hi."

He had moved so fast that Cassie flinched in surprise at the voice that was now suddenly in her ear, and then again when she turned her head and saw Ned's bulbous nose right before her face.

"Oh, um, sorry," Ned said, drawing back. He paused. His eyes scanned her up and down. "Uh ... you don't have it, do you?"

Cassie blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"Um ... I'd see it on you if you had it, right? Even though you're sitting down?"

Cassie was in no mood for mysteries. "Ned, please, what are you talking about?"

"Those aura things. I'd see it no matter what, right?"

"I don't have an aura, Ned," Cassie said in annoyance.

"Okay. Okay. Fair enough. Is it, like, possible to imagine one around someone that doesn't really have it?"

Cassie paused and took a guess as to where this was going. She looked at him with dark, shimmering eyes. "Jason's been taken, Ned," she said quietly.

Ned just stared for a few moments, his mouth open. Finally he turned away and looked straight ahead. "Bogus," he muttered.

Cassie's eyes flashed anger briefly. Jason was enslaved and that was all he could think of to say? She stopped herself from responding sharply to him, biting off a retort before it could pass her lips.

"So is that it?"

"So is what it, Ned?"

"We're done? Through? Kaput?"

Hearing this filled her with indignation. She considered this a good thing. It was better than being filled with utter despair as she had been when she first contemplated carrying on without him. "Of course not! We've still got me, you, Becky, and Diane. That hardly means we're through."

"Oh, yeah. But wasn't he, like, the leader or something?"

"Even if he was, it doesn't matter now. We just keep doing what we've been doing."

Ned nodded. There was a long moment of silence between them.

"Um ... that's, y'know, kinda scary," Ned finally said in a low voice.

"Yeah, it is. When wasn't it?"

"I just mean ... with Jason gone ..."

Cassie rounded on him. "He's not 'gone,' okay? Stop making it sound like he's dead or something!"

"Okay, okay, chill. Sorry ..."

Cassie sighed. "It's all right," she said in a more contrite voice. "Yes, it is scary that Jason got taken by Nyssa. But ... but I think he was expecting it. I just wish I had been."

"Wait ... are you that gal that's supposed to, like, have those funky dreams and such about people?"

Cassie's lips drew to a thin line. "Yes, I am," she said, looking at him defiantly.

Ned stared at her for a few moments. In a sincerely impressed voice he said, "Cool."

Cassie's expression softened. "You mean that? Seriously?"

"Yeah. I mean ... if you don't think that's weird for a guy to be interested in dreams and stuff."

"Of course not."

"Do you, like, think your dreams tell the future or anything funky like that?"

Cassie shook her head. "I wish they did. Maybe I could have warned Jason that Nyssa was going to try this today. I just wish I knew what made him go to her. He told me he would try to leave the school."

Ned glanced in the general direction of the west wing and shuddered. "Man, she's got some sorta pull," he said in a hollow voice. "And I don't mean because she's hot."

"Yes, I know," Cassie said in a small voice.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I forgot you were ... um, you know ..."

Cassie managed a small smile. "It's okay."

"So, um, do you know if what we're gonna do is gonna have any affect on her?"

"I think it will. Yes."

"Something you saw in your dreams?"

Cassie hesitated just a moment. "Yes."

Ned nodded. "Good enough for me. Okay, I'm still in."

Cassie smiled, genuine this time. "Thank you, Ned. I hope the others feel the same way after we tell them what happened."

"Well, that Diane chick, she won't even see it herself, right? But Becky ..." He shook his head. "Dunno about her."

"Tell me about it. She never showed up when she was supposed to."

"Oh, you mean to peek at Nyssa's office? Yeah, I did that when I was supposed to. Didn't see anything."

"That's when I saw Jason."

"Oh, um, yeah. Maybe it was better you did. Becky woulda just wet her panties and run away."

Cassie didn't care for the imagery that conjured, but she unfortunately had to agree with the sentiment. "Well, we're supposed to all meet after classes in the parking lot. We'll deal with her then."

"Gonna come down on her?" Ned asked with a small smirk.

"I guess I'll have to, won't I?" Cassie hated the idea of doing it. To her it meant having to act just like her haughty parents did with others. She despised the way her parents dealt with people outside of their little rich circles. "But if she's going to be a member of this team ..."

"The Harbingers, right?" Ned said with a grin. "You're gonna keep the name, right? It's a cool name."

"Yes, we'll keep it. It was ... Jason's idea to call us that," Cassie said, her voice wavering.

"Then it's a great way to remember him by. Uh, I mean, not that, like, we're writin' him off ... uh ... damn ... I really suck at talking to girls, you know?"

Cassie giggled at this.

"See why I kinda jumped at the chance to, uh, y'know, not hafta worry about it anymore ..."

Cassie nodded. "Yes, I understand that feeling as well. And you're talking to this girl just fine."

Ned blinked. He slowly smiled. "Thanks. Nicest thing a girl ever said to me."

Cassie had a hard time believing that, but said nothing. She looked at her meal and wrinkled her nose. Now that she had an appetite again, her meal had become a cold mess.

Ned glanced down at her plate and stood up. "Here, I'll go getcha something else."

"Oh, wait, you don't have to ..."

"And it's my treat."

"Now, you definitely don't have to ..."

"Come on, Cassie. You saved me from being Nyssa's freakin' love slave or something. That's worth a lunch at least, okay?"

Cassie hesitated a moment, but then smiled at him. "Okay. Thanks."

Diane dutifully did what was asked of her that afternoon. She had the last one, just after the last class. She knew she didn't have any ability to see the aura, but it would be easy to guess the reason as to why someone would emerge from Nyssa's office.

She saw nothing when she arrived, and she stayed for a good five minutes as the other students crowded the hallways in their scramble to get out of the school building for another day. She turned away and headed back the way she came.

"Hey, Diane, wait up."

Diane turned and cast a glance over her shoulder. "Oh, hi, Jason. I was just headed to my locker."

"Sure, I'll join you," Jason said with a small smile. "I already went to mine."

Diane glanced at him. He was carrying some books in his hands in addition to wearing his backpack. She smirked. "Always the egghead, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"All the stuff you're taking home."

"Oh, these?" Jason said, holding the books up briefly. "These are Cassie's, not mine."

They had reached her locker and she paused to dial the combination before responding to him. "Oh? How come you have them?"

"Cassie dropped them earlier, so I wanted to make sure she gets them back before I head home."

Diane nodded. "Why'd she drop them?"

"She was rather frightened at something, I believe."

Diane paused, feeling a twinge of anxiety. "Um, at what?"

"She saw another aura."

"Oh. So ... Nyssa took another one today? Even though it's Wednesday?"

"Yes, she did. Cassie saw it and flipped out."

Diane hesitated again. "That doesn't sound like her."

"Pardon?"

Diane closed her locker door. "She doesn't really flip out. Or at least I haven't seen her do that." She stared at him. "Jason, you sure you're all right?"

"Actually, I feel rather good."

Diane nodded slowly. Jason did indeed seem very relaxed. "Well, uh, I'm done here, we can head outside and join the others."

She started to turn away. Jason caught her arm.

For some reason, Diane jumped at this, as if he had burned her. "What?"

"You really like Heather, don't you?"

Diane stared at him. "Uh ... yeah, she's my friend. It's why I joined up with you all in the first place, remember?" she said in increasing irritation.

"She's more to you than a friend, though."

Diane's eyes widened. "Huh?"

"She's more than a friend. You like her a lot more than that, don't you?"

Diane swallowed, looking stricken. "Jason, why ... wh-why are you saying that? I never said anything ... I mean, I never called her anything more than a friend ..."

Jason smiled. Something about it made her shiver. "It's okay, really. I don't think any less of you."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jason!"

"Yes, you do. It's just too bad she's preoccupied with Melinda right now. But maybe that can change."

Diane's mouth dropped open. She was too stunned to reply.

"Wouldn't you like that fantasy to come true? Wouldn't you like to have Heather to yourself?"

"Jason, if this is some idea of a sick joke, I'm not laughing! I ..."

"Get away from her, Jason!"

Diane was shocked into silence when she heard Cassie's yell, and was even more surprised when Cassie stood in between the two of them.

"I didn't mean to get anyone upset," Jason said. "Oh, by the way, you dropped these."

Cassie paused a moment, trembling in fear. Finally she lunged and snatched them from him in one grab, nearly dropping them again. "Fine. Thanks. Now ... you better go."

"Why? Aren't we still friends?"

Cassie opened her mouth for a moment but closed it again without saying a word. There was an anguished look in her eyes. "I ... I don't know, Jason," she said in a soft voice.

"Cassie, what's going on here??" Diane cried.

Cassie swallowed. There was an audible click, and her voice was strained when she spoke again. "Jason ... he's ... he's been t-taken by Nyssa." Her voice cracked on the last word.

Diane's jaw dropped. "A-are you sure?!"

"Diane, he's got the aura! I can see it!" A tear ran down Cassie's cheek.

"Oh my God ..."

"It's not as bad as I thought it would be," Jason said.

Cassie just shook her head. "No, Jason, please, don't try to ..."

"Really, Cassie, you have to stop this."

Cassie snapped her head around and glared at him. "Stop what?"

"Stop what you're doing. You're under the delusion that Nyssa is bad somehow."

"What?? That's what you told us!" Diane cried.

"Diane, don't listen to him!" Cassie said. "He's not of his own mind anymore!"

Jason leaned in closer. "Cassie, listen. Forget what I told you, okay? You don't need to do anything more. You did great. Everything will be fine now."

Cassie turned her back on him. In a choked voice she said, "Diane, let's go, we have to meet up with the others."

Diane just stared at Jason in disbelief.

"Diane, come on, let's go!" Cassie hissed through clenched teeth, giving her a hard shove.

Diane was close to tears now as she stumbled and turned away. "Oh God, what are we going to do now, Cassie?"

"When we get outside, I'll tell you, okay?"

"Why didn't your dreams tell you this?"

"Because her dreams don't say anything," Jason called out, following along behind them. "I always said from the start, dreams have no special meaning at all. You really ..."

Cassie whirled around and forced him to stop.

"Jason, shut up," Cassie hissed at him. "This is not you, okay? This is Nyssa telling you to say this stuff. It's not going to work. In fact ... i-in fact, just stay away from us, okay?"

It truly hurt Cassie to say this. Jason was the one person after Melinda that seemed to care about her. But she had no choice. He was a liability. For all she knew, he was a spy as well. They couldn't risk anything getting back to Nyssa.

In fact, she was already confused. Surely by now Nyssa knew that others could see auras. She had all four of them that knew. She must know by now. But then why were they still being given free reign to act?

Finally, Cassie grabbed Diane's arm and started to lead her away. "Don't follow us, Jason," Cassie called back. "Or if you have to in order to get to the school bus, don't follow too closely and don't come near us."

Before Jason could call out another retort, Cassie and Diane broke into a run and headed out the east entrance of the school. As they crossed the threshold and started down the steps, Diane spoke, sounding close to tears. "Cassie, this is terrible!"

"Yes, I know it is, Diane," Cassie said, not slowing down for a second.

"Oh God, we're completely screwed now ..."

"No, we're not. Stop that. We have to keep going."

"But ..."

By this time they had reached Ned and Becky. Cassie whirled around to face Diane. "Please, Diane, don't do this to me, all right? I'm going to have enough trouble now, I don't need you falling apart."

Without waiting for the stunned Diane to reply, she turned to the others. "All right, first things first, we ..."

"Cassie, is what Ned said true?" Becky asked in a quavering voice. Slightly behind her, Ned rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Is he really ...?"

"Yes," Cassie said, guessing at her meaning from Ned's reaction. "So he won't be joining us today. We'll have to continue without him."

"But what if she went after him because he's part of this group? What if she comes after all of us?"

"God, Becky, I, like, explained this to you several times!" Ned cried.

"Look, just shut up, okay?! I want to hear it from her!"

"Oh, my word's not good enough, huh?"

"I didn't say that! I just meant ..."

"Stop it, Becky!" Cassie snapped. "Please. We've already told you everything we know. We think we're safe because we can't be taken again ... well, except Diane, um ..."

"I-It's okay," Diane said nervously. She shivered at the memory of what Jason had told her. If he knew what her secret desires were, so did Nyssa! "I know the risk I'm taking. I-I still want to help."

"Well, maybe I don't want to take that risk," Becky said sullenly.

"Becky, I really need to know," Cassie said patiently. "Do you really want to help?"

Becky looked nonplussed. "Well ... yes, I ..."

She trailed off, her eyes opening wide, looking horrified. She stared as Jason emerged from the school and skirted around them. He nevertheless looked over to them and smiled, waving.

Becky swallowed hard. "H-he has ..."

"Yes, that's what we've told you already," Cassie said acidly. She took a deep breath and willed herself not to start crying again. "N-now we have to move on. Tomorrow is when Nyssa is going to be taking more students. We have to know which ones. And this time, Becky, I want you to do what you're supposed to."

Becky blinked and stared at Cassie. "What do you mean?"

"Don't 'forget' like you did today."

"But ... but I didn't ..."

"Yes, you did, because I was there as well and you weren't."

Diane's eyes widened and she looked at Becky accusingly. Becky looked about to protest again but it died on her lips with so many people staring at her now.

"Look, Becky, I know this is hard to do. It's scary. But ..."

"I wasn't scared!" Becky cried.

Cassie paused. She already missed Jason's presence. He always seemed to know what to do in cases like this. "Okay, you weren't scared. But whatever happened, you weren't there. We need everyone, Becky, okay? So if there's some other reason why you can't do this ..."

Becky just shook her head silently, looking stricken. And looking scared, despite her claims to the contrary.

"Then please, try a little harder tomorrow. We can't afford to miss any of them. Please."

Becky just nodded again. Cassie was going to have to take Becky at her word. She had no choice.

"We better start being real careful now," Cassie continued. "Don't anyone talk to your friends about this, okay? We can't afford having any information get back to Nyssa. Not this close to being able to do something against her."

"And then can we storm her office?" Ned said with a grin.

Cassie gave him a look.

Ned snickered. "Eh, I was only kiddin'," he said with a goofy grin.

Diane managed to crack a small smile. Becky just looked indignant. Cassie rolled her eyes but chuckled.

Cassie had a soft spot for Ned now. She couldn't help it. Ned had spent the rest of the lunch period listening to all her stories about her past dreams. But not just listening, but actively discussing them with her. His interest in it was beyond just being polite, as he had eagerly shared some of his own dreams as well. In no way did his own dreams seem to mirror reality like Cassie's, but his interest alone in them had delighted her. It at least had put her in a better mood for dealing with things that afternoon.

Cassie knew Ned was kidding. But she also knew that he was the kind of person that would do just what he had said. If she did tell him to "storm her office," he would likely do it gladly. She wasn't sure if he were truly brave or just didn't really understand how powerful Nyssa was.

"All right, that's all for now," Cassie said. "We'll meet here again in the morning just to make sure we all know where to go and what to do, okay?"

The others nodded.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"It's gonna be one hell of a day," Ned commented.

Cassie shivered. It sounded like something Jason had said the first time they tried this.

Marcie greeted the end of the day with mixed feelings.

On the one hand, she loved working for Laura. She loved the little tingles and shivers of pleasure that she now felt whenever she did something for Laura. She loved feeling the damp warmth in her pussy, the gentle stimulation when she moved or sat down in her chair. But on the other hand, her pussy was now so achy with arousal that she needed to obtain relief.

If she stopped to think about it, she wondered at the oddity of it all. Why would she have such erotic sensations just from doing her job? These thoughts tended not to last long. Before she could get a good grip on them, she had some other task to do for Laura, and she was again filled with sensual delight from performing it. It seemed like Laura was giving her more work to do than ever before.

But now that things were winding down, she had more time to think about it, and more opportunity to grow puzzled by it.

Just as she was contemplating this, Laura stepped out of her office.

"I think we can call it a day, Marcie," she said, smiling. "A good day's work."

Marcie stood and grinned, feeling another gentle heat in her sex. "Mmm, thank you, Miss Bendon." She paused a moment and blinked a few times. "Um, Miss Bendon?"

"Yes, Marcie?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can. You've pleased me quite well today, you certainly deserve that much."

Marcie squeezed her thighs together and uttered a sultry sigh. "Umm ... thank you, Miss Bendon. Uh ... what was I ... oh, yes, um ... isn't it kind of strange, Miss Bendon?"

"What's strange?"

"It's hard to explain, Miss Bendon. I like working for you, but ..."

"Of course you do, Marcie," Laura said smoothly. "You take great pleasure in it."

Marcie had to pause to take a deep breath, which she let out as a low, soft moan. "Th-that's just it, Miss Bendon, I-I'm feeling it like ... "

"Like you should."

"Like ... uh ... what?"

"Like you should, Marcie. You should be taking great pleasure in your job."

"But ... uhhn ... l-like this?"

Laura smiled and stepped up to her. Marcie gazed at Laura, her eyes appearing slightly glassy as pleasure mounted inside her, her pussy rising as if being stroked.

"Why not?" Laura said softly. "Doesn't it feel good?"

Marcie panted lightly. "Uhhn ... y-yes ..."

"Especially now, at the end of the day, when you can look back on a job well done, and a boss that is very, very pleased with you."

Marcie's breathing grew ragged, her pussy wet and climbing higher. Her thighs trembled, wanting to part to relieve the pressure, even though it would be in vain.

"Of course, you want to keep pleasing me, don't you, Marcie?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon," Marcie moaned.

"You want to be my good girl?"

Marcie panted hard. Her pussy rose and strained. Her whole body quivered. "Y-yes ... yes, Miss Bendon ..." she moaned. "I ... uhh ... uhhhnn!"

Marcie's hips jerked as she came. She closed her eyes as her pussy throbbed, erotic delight filling her body and rising up into her mind.

When her orgasm finally calmed and abated, she was clutching at Laura, breathing heavily into Laura's bosom. Laura smiled and wrapped one arm around her. "You see?" she said softly. "Isn't that nice? Doesn't that feel good?"

"Oh, God ... y-yes ... yes, it did ..."

"Then keep being my good little girl and you'll keep feeling like that."

Marcie shuddered in Laura's arms. It was very hard to think of anything else at the moment. She forgot what she had originally been thinking to start with when Laura first came in.

Laura embraced Marcie briefly and then slowly nudged her back. "Now, go on home, Marcie."

Marcie gave a disappointed sigh. "You sure there isn't anything else I can do for you, Miss Bendon?"

"Not right now."

Marcie just nodded silently.

Laura chuckled. "Already wanting to do more for me?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon."

"So you like the pleasure, do you?"

Marcie took a deep breath. "Yes, Miss Bendon," she sighed softly.

"Then in that case, when you go home, look forward to the next day at the office."

"I already do."

"But with the same sense of pleasure that you get at the office?"

Marcie slowly shook her head, still staring into Laura's eyes.

"Then, my dear, perhaps you should start. Yes, I think that's right. If you really like your job, Marcie ..."

"I do, Miss Bendon! I really do ..."

"Then you should enjoy the anticipation almost as much as actually being here. Go home, Marcie. Go home and see if you can feel that pleasure just thinking about coming to work in the morning."

Marcie was already starting to pant again. "Yes, Miss Bendon ..."

"Very good." Laura turned away from her. Marcie blinked and shuddered again. "I'll see you in the morning, then. Another pleasant day for you it will be, I'm sure."

"Uhn ... yes, Miss Bendon," Marcie moaned.

Jason thought about calling Heather and Melinda.

Jason thought about calling Richie.

Jason even thought about calling Cassie.

He was mildly surprised that he could think any of these thoughts as he lay quietly in his room later that evening. Or that he could still examine it dispassionately, like his old, analytical self.

Naturally, he understood the truth. Nyssa was allowing him this window into his old self for the time being. It was purely by her good graces. He also knew that this was simply as it should be. His Mistress knew what was good for him, and he accepted this without question. That was something against which he could entertain no thought or feeling.

He turned over on his bed and glanced at the clock. It was getting close to when he should be going to bed. He drew in a deep breath and let it go as a sigh as he thought about the next day, his cock now slowly stirring in his pants. He had to tell his parents that he was going to be involved in a school project. His mother didn't like the idea of having to go fetch him by car every day, but she grudgingly accepted it at his father's insistence. He idly wondered if Nyssa or Haven had anything to do with that.

These ponderings served to trigger his own thoughts of obedience to Nyssa, and in turn fueled his growing arousal. Faintly, his mind conjured fleeting thoughts of his friends, and what they would be doing the next day. Fortunately, both for Jason's and the others' sakes, these thoughts broke up before they could establish themselves.

Yet he was left wondering just what it was he was about to remember only to feel it slip away from him again.

Jason went about preparing for bed. He promptly forgot about his elusive thought. He instead let his mind be filled with renewed longing for his Mistress and the pleasure that she brought him. Life was so simple now. He needed only to obey her, and he would be happy.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, he was panting, his cock straining hard in his briefs. He barely had enough time to strip them off and lie down on his bed before he began to throb in orgasm, moaning deeply as his mind was overcome with pleasure and his devotion to his Mistress.

Jason sighed softly as his orgasm faded. "Thank you, Mistress," he murmured.

Without another stray or errant thought, he cleaned himself up and retired for the night.

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