Something is not right with her.

Yes, she holds herself with the same superior bearing that she always had before. She does everything with that look of confidence and that wicked gleam in her eyes. She curls her lips into evil little smiles as she commands her thralls, taking delight in how they have no will to resist her.

Yet there is still something not quite right.

She looks at her latest pet. He is different from the others. He is hers directly. He has no great task to perform for her. He is simply her new toy.

And yet ...

She looks at him intently. There is something else to her eyes. Something wanting. She wishes something from him. Yet she gives no command. Now she looks at the others. She looks to all the former Harbingers in this manner. She wants something, yet she cannot ask for it. It appears to be a paradox. What could her thralls not give her?

She turns away from them. They displease her somehow. But is it displeasure on her face, or something else?

It is clear, though, that whatever she wants from them, she feels she must have. For a brief moment, she exudes self-satisfaction. She will have what she wants. It is just a matter of time before she gets it.

Now her thoughts turn inward. They dwell on the energy that Haven is steadily absorbing from her, the same energy that she needs to replenish, and replenish at all costs. There can be no mistakes.

She crosses the room. Something made of glass appears to gleam for a moment to the side before she opens a low door and floods the room with silvery, ethereal light. She turns her face to it and looks upon the light with longing and a twinge of disappointment.

And then it becomes clear what is wrong with her. It becomes clear what has been in those eyes from the start, the one thing that she would hide at all costs from anyone.

Weakness.

Her eyes harden. She peers into the glow with a purpose. "I will not be cowed," she whispers urgently. "I will not hold back ... I will use them if I need to ..."

Cassie's eyes snapped open.

She stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her mind raced as she replayed the details of the dream. She started to fit a solution to it that she knew was mostly hopeful thinking, but it made sense with what was happening, and she needed every glimmer of hope that she could find.

Yet the more she thought about it, the more her heart thumped with excitement. It had to be the right interpretation! There was simply nowhere else to go from here. It made the most logical sense given what they were doing.

Nyssa was weakening. What wasn't clear was how. It seemed like it had to do with Jason. Taking him as her personal slave must have taken more energy than it would have to take someone normally.

And as for what she wanted from them? It had to be the knowledge that the others were still moving to stop her. Or that others could see auras. It was the only thing that made sense. It explained why Nyssa was not moving against them. Somehow the others were holding back the information from her. She had no idea how it was possible, but there was no other likely explanation.

And that strange glow ... it was the same as the one she had seen in the other dreams, the ones where the essence was extracted from her victims.

Cassie got out of bed and quickly prepared herself for the day. One other thing was clear from the dream. Even weakened as she was, Nyssa felt she would learn their secret. Cassie had no doubts that Nyssa was powerful enough to be able to do this.

The clock was still ticking.

Heather's head lolled to the side as she glanced at the clock, panting as she felt herself rising quickly. It was only now getting to the point when she usually awakened, so the timing worked out.

She turned her gaze away from the clock and towards something more pleasant. She smiled and moaned softly, spreading her legs wider and laying a hand on the back of Melinda's head to coax deeper strokes into her wet folds. She shuddered with pleasure as she was rewarded with Melinda's tongue plunging further into her tight depths.

"Uhhn ... yeah ... mmmm ... more, baby sis ... that's it ..." Heather moaned.

For the first time since she had fallen to Nyssa, she had had trouble sleeping. She had tossed and turned much of the night, then awoke an hour before the alarm and could not drift back.

Her mind had kept wanting to latch onto something. Some fleeting thought. Something significant about the day. But it was just a Thursday. But didn't her friends used to do something on a Thursday? No, she must have been mistaken.

And thus this loop of logic had continued until she had thought that perhaps she should ask Nyssa about it. At that point, her thoughts had instead turned to her Mistress and her obedience, and her initial thought had been lost to growing lust.

That was when she had awakened her little sister.

Melinda quivered as her own pussy grew hot and wet between her parted legs, and she panted into her Mistress' pussy. She planted her lips to Heather's folds, eliciting a deep moan from Heather as her clit was sucked into Melinda's mouth. Heather tilted her head back, her bosom rising and falling in quick bursts, her breasts quivering with each breath. "Oh yeah ... uhh ... keep going ... harder ... suck harder ... uhhh! ... uhhhhnn!"

Heather's back arched. Her cum splashed hard against Melinda's face. Melinda moaned in ecstasy at the sensation, her body trembling with utter delight at the warmth of Heather's juices on her face. Each time this happened, she grew to enjoy it even more each time.

Melinda lifted her face from Heather's sex as Heather's orgasm wound down. She looked at her Mistress with a hopeful smile even as she whimpered softly, her own pussy wet and needful.

Heather gazed at Melinda and motioned to her. Melinda began to crawl forward over Heather's body, until Heather slipped her fingers between Melinda's legs and into her cunt. Melinda moaned and shivered as Heather's fingers squished inside her. She closed her eyes and lightly humped her hips against Heather's hand. Quickly she rose and mewled in delight as she came. Her pussy throbbed softly, but her orgasm continued for a long under Heather's careful touch.

"Sorry it couldn't be more, baby sis," Heather said as she withdrew her hand. "But we do have to get to school."

"I understand, Mistress," Melinda said. "You're so good to me."

Heather drew Melinda into a brief hug before nudging her to get out of bed. Heather followed. "I have something to tell you, Melinda," Heather said with a small smile. "I think it may be good news."

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Yesterday, Nyssa took Jason. Nyssa is his Mistress now, just like she is ours."

Melinda paused at this. Something flickered across her face, just like it had with Heather when she had first woken up that morning. "He ... h-he was the last one, right?"

Heather hesitated. Something nagged at her thoughts again, but once again it was gone. "Yes, baby sis, he was."

Melinda appeared to struggle with something. It did not last long, and she lapsed back into her familiar look of slightly lusty, glazed-eyed obedience. "I can be his good little girl now, Mistress?" she asked hopefully.

Heather smiled and stroked Melinda's cheek. Melinda whimpered with renewed arousal and leaned into the touch. "Yes, baby sis ... I'm sure we can arrange that at some point."

Melinda moaned. "Thank you, Mistress."

Richie leaned against the wall next to the phone, holding the receiver and grinning with supreme satisfaction. To his ear came the sweet sounds of his slave Linda Davis masturbating herself into a frenzy at the other end of the phone, her moans and cries growing ever more frantic as he held her back from cumming.

He had been thrilled to discover that he could do things like this even from afar. Now he made it a habit of calling his slave in the mornings before school and teasing her practically senseless. It was a wonder that she was able to teach at all when she made it into school later.

He no longer even cared if his mother could hear him. In fact, he stopped caring completely about what she thought of him or whether or not she was home anymore.

"Fuck yourself nice and hard with those fingers," Richie said.

"Uhhh ... y-yes, Master ... uhhhhn! ... ohhhh! ... oh God ..." Linda panted at the other end.

Richie chuckled. "Ya know, we gotta getcha something better than your fingers to use."

"Uhh ... p-please ... please come over, Master ... p-please stick your cock in me instead ... uhhn ... please come fuck me ..."

"Sorry, babe, not this morning. We both got school today." He glanced at the clock. "In fact, we both gotta get ready. So ... you want me to make ya cum?"

"Uhhh! ... o-only ... only if you want to, Master ..."

"Betcha hangin' right at the edge, huh?"

"Uhhhh ... y-yes ... uhnn ..." Her voice was growing increasingly strained and desperate.

"Well ... okay, I guess you've been good. Cum."

Richie held the phone a bit from his ear just as Linda let go with a loud wail. After a few seconds it dissolved into less strident cries and moans. Finally these faded as well, replaced with ragged panting.

"There ya go," Richie said.

"Thank you, Master," Linda gushed.

"Okay, now, listen up. This is what I want you to do. Before you go to work, go online and order up a bunch of dildos for yourself. Biggest you can find. Make 'em overnight it to ya."

"Yes, Master, I'll do that right away."

"Good girl. Okay, I gotta go, so I'll see you in school."

"And after school, Master?" she asked hopefully.

Richie smirked. "Yeah, don't worry, I'll make sure I'll fuck you a few times."

"Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you!"

Richie grinned as he hung up the phone. "Yeah, man, life is good," he said to no one in particular.

Yet for a moment, something else came over his face.

It was a lot longer a moment than it had been with the others. The thought came far more dangerously close to the surface of his mind than it had with the others. For him, he became openly cognizant of the thought.

Today was Thursday. Nyssa was going to take more of his fellow students. He felt a tiny shiver at this, and not one of pleasure this time. Thoughts of Cassie and what she had tried to do flitted across his mind, as well as images of the others discussing what to do about it.

And then the more dangerous thought came to him. Couldn't Cassie see auras now? Surely she could ...

Could ...

The thought was gone. With great effort, the protected portion of his mind had managed to hook it and snatch it back from his conscious mind. Richie's grin slowly returned.

"Yeah, man," he repeated, adding extra emphasis as if needing to reassert the conviction. "Life is good."

"All right, everyone," Cassie said as she spoke to the others in the school parking lot, trying to inject as much confidence into her voice as possible. "This is going to be the real thing. Please, everyone has to do their part today."

She made sure not to look directly at Becky when she said this, not wanting her to feel like she was being singled out for that statement. Others were not as conservative in their response, and Becky glared back at them indignantly.

"She always seems to take exactly three. Two in the morning and one in the afternoon. Please don't let up even if you hear the others found those numbers already, in case she decides to change it."

"If she takes more, we'll never be able to get to them all after school," said Diane.

"We'll worry about that if it happens, Diane, not now."

"Are you sure this is going to do anything to her, Cassie?" asked Becky.

Cassie was starting to hate hearing that whiny voice. "Well, when we stop them from trying to enslave their victims, that's when it will do something to her."

"All right," Ned said with a grin, driving a fist into his open palm.

Cassie grinned slightly at this. "Now ... to help you guys and maybe give you some hope ... I think Nyssa may be a little weakened by what's been happening so far."

Both Diane and Becky's eyes widened. "Are you serious, Cassie?" Diane breathed.

"Awesome ..." Ned murmured in approval.

Cassie hated herself for taking blatant advantage of her dreams like this. On her better days she saw her dream ability as a gift, and she felt she was abusing it by trying to raise someone's hopes on something that may or may not be the correct interpretation. But she felt everyone needed a morale boost, and that was more important right now.

"Yes, I'm serious," Cassie said. Please, just accept it, she thought. Don't ask me to explain it. You wouldn't ask Jason to explain it, you would just accept his word.

Becky appeared to pause for a long moment, then slowly nodded.

"Okay, now that this is the real thing, we'll meet by the auditorium just before second year lunch period. Just for a few minutes."

The others nodded.

"All right. Let's ... let's do this," Cassie said, hoping that didn't sound lame. She had nothing else she could say to them.

It helped matters quite a lot when Ned gave her an encouraging smile.

Nyssa smiled as she reached into the drawer under the examination table and removed the two spent crystalline cylinders, having already been used to inject their glowing green contents into two of Nyssa's latest pets-to-be. She turned them over in her hand, watching the glittering light from the vague contents inside, a constantly shifting kaleidoscope of light and shadow.

A mortal attempting to look into this would find himself quickly lost in the constantly shifting, mesmerizing patterns. This was not what Nyssa was smiling at, but what she expected to see in these objects eventually. They would be filled with more of the silvery essence of their forbidden desires.

As she carefully returned the items to the drawer, she also felt pleasure over the sound of soft moaning from her slave, Laura. She was sprawled out on her back on the examination table, naked, gently masturbating for Nyssa's enjoyment.

Nyssa grinned as she glanced at her slave. She playfully tweaked at one of Laura's raised nipples, drawing a shudder from her pet. "Mmm ... I love the sounds you're making, my slave. Now, don't cum ... don't you dare cum ... no matter how long I have you play with yourself ..."

"Yes, Mistress," Laura said in a breathy voice, her eyes sliding closed as the pleasure washed over her, both from her pussy and from her obedience to Nyssa.

"Mmm ... I can sense your feelings, my pet ..." Nyssa stroked Laura's side softly. "I can see everything that goes on in that little mind of yours ... you're so close with Marcie now ... you have her addicted to sexual pleasure ... and now you're going to have her addicted to you ... I am quite impressed."

"Uhhhnn ... th-thank you, Mistress ..."

"Little can stop it now. You've addled her mind so much, I doubt even I could put it back even if I wanted to."

Nyssa turned from her slave and stepped over to the cabinet containing the filled crystal syringes. She pondered it for a moment but did not open it, her eyes intense.

"They force me to move faster, my slave," Nyssa said without turning around. "I will have to spend some of these early if I wish Haven to remain happy."

She got no reply from her pet other than Laura's constant, low moans and the soft squishing of her wet pussy. But Nyssa needed answers. Or at least one. And as she had spent time thinking about it, she thought she may have a clue now as to how to get it.

Nyssa turned to Laura and started towards her. "Tell me what you know of their friends."

"Uhhnn ... uhh ... their friends ..." Laura moaned. Her Mistress had not told her to stop masturbating, so she continued, her fingers sliding slowly and carefully about her swollen clit. She felt herself rising, her body shivering with pleasure. Yet now Nyssa commanded her again, and she had to obey as best as she could despite the sexual fog over her mind.

"Yes, my pet." Nyssa came alongside Laura and played with one of her nipples again. "The friends of the four that I told you about. The ones that I enslaved. The ones that still seem to trouble me somehow despite them being good little pets."

"Uhn ... I-I don't know much, Mistress ..."

Nyssa smirked. "You? The one who prides herself on knowing what the students are doing? Or are you telling me your mind is too addled with pleasure to answer me?"

Laura just moaned deeply, her fingers slipping into her cunt.

"Very well, my slave. Stop."

Laura's hand stopped moving. She uttered a soft, lusty sigh.

"Now ... answer my question."

There was a note of urgency to Nyssa's tone that helped clear Laura's mind quickly. "Jason has a friend named Cassie. And another one named Frank."

"Frank is my pet. Cassie ... almost was." Nyssa sneers slightly at this. "So you say Jason was friends with her after they ripped her away from me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Nyssa considered this as well. "Who else have you seen with them?"

"Diane Woodrow."

Nyssa waved a hand. "I know about her already. And her desires," she added with a wicked smile. "I may still be able to use that, despite Heather's preoccupation at the moment. Who else?"

"That's all I know of, Mistress."

Nyssa paused for a long moment.

Cassie was the Dreamer. Nyssa also sensed great intelligence in her. She would know what was going on, but how could she do anything about it? Yet she has been hanging around Jason, who until recently Nyssa knew could do something about it, in that he could see the taint of the Darkness.

But without Jason to guide her, Cassie should be essentially useless, save for what her dreams could tell her. But they could only tell her what has already happened, not what will happen.

Yet something made Nyssa uneasy about this. Something that she was not seeing. Something that was still locked up in the heads of the four.

"Slave," Nyssa said in a serious tone of voice. "You will watch Cassie. Find out who she is associating with. Find out who her friends are and what they are doing."

"Yes, Mistress," Laura said eagerly. "I'll do as you say."

"Now ... masturbate yourself to a nice, slow orgasm, and you may go."

Laura's fingers resumed stroking her slot. "Uhhn ... thank you, Mistress ..." she gushed.

Cassie was the last to arrive, as her teacher kept them all the way to the bell before even announcing what the homework assignment was for the day. She jogged up to the other three, breathing heavily, her heart hammering as she expected the worst from them.

She wasted no time with pleasantries and simply demanded, "Well?"

"Frieda Waterton," Ned announced proudly. "I actually got there a little late, but caught a weird, swirly blackness thingie juuuust disappearing into the crowd and followed it. She's not one you know about yet, right?"

"Yes, I think so. Thanks, Ned," Cassie said. "Anyone else?"

No one responded for a few long moments, and a creeping dread came over Cassie. Finally, a somewhat glaze-eyed Becky spoke up. "M-mark Candon ..."

Cassie let her breath go in a relieved sigh. "Very good, Becky. Thank you."

"Cassie, I-I think maybe I should switch with someone," Diane said suddenly.

"Huh? Why, Diane?"

"I can't see these things. The auras I mean. If that had been me instead of Ned, I would have lost her."

"That was a fluke," Cassie said, though she was not entirely sure herself. "Every time we did it before we managed to get there in time to see them emerge. Really, all seeing the auras does if you think about it is let us know something was happening in the first place and convince others it's real. You were the first we convinced that couldn't see them."

Diane managed a smile at this.

Cassie felt for Diane. By a quirk of the class arrangements, Diane had nearly the whole afternoon shift, just because she happened to be the closest each time.

"Hey, uh, I can be Diane's backup, you know?" Ned said suddenly. "I'll try to check in myself and catch anyone she misses."

Cassie gave him a small smile. She knew he was trying to be nice. His classes were practically on the other side of the building from the west wing. She decided to let him be gallant and not call him out on it. "Thank you, Ned."

Diane gave him a small smile as well.

Ned grinned, though he blushed slightly from the attention. Cassie thought it was cute. "All right. Now, we have to meet in the parking lot after classes and ..."

Becky abruptly burst into tears.

"What ...?" Cassie trailed off, utterly nonplussed.

Diane draped an arm around Becky's shoulders. Becky immediately leaned into Diane, sobbing. "I'm sorry, Becky ..." When Cassie looked at Diane in confusion, Diane sighed back. "Mark's an old boyfriend of hers, Cassie ..."

Cassie nodded at this but still looked somewhat confused. Ned sidled around to her and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Methinks a torch of sorts is being carried here, milady."

"Oh ..." Cassie said. She sighed. So now Becky had two people she was close to in her life affected by the Darkness, one directly and one indirectly. No wonder she had reached the end of her ability to cope. "Becky, I'm so sorry. Look, if this is too much for you ..."

"N-no," Becky said, sniffling. She wiped at her face and straightened up. "I-I'll keep doing this. Maybe I can s-stop Mark ..." The tears threatened to flow again, but she held them off, wiping at one eye again in annoyance. "But please ... after we do that ... please let's figure out how to get back my boyfriend!"

There was silence from the group as they all looked towards Cassie now.

Cassie took a deep breath and let it go. "Yes, Becky," she said, hating herself for it. "We'll try to figure that out. I promise."

Becky nodded to her, looking relieved and even cracking a small smile. "Thank you."

Cassie made the promise she had dreaded she was going to have to make from the first time she talked to Becky. At least now there was a slim chance she could come through on it. But it hinged on whether she was right about her interpretation of the dream.

But one thing had been nagging at her about that dream, and it was only now that she realized what it was. It was the glow from where Nyssa had the stored essences she had taken.

It was so bright.

She took another deep breath to cover a shudder. "All right, I need to get some lunch," she said to the others. "And you all need to get to class. We'll meet in the parking lot later. See you there."

She turned and headed off into the cafeteria without another word, trying to look more confident than she felt.

Nyssa saw her third for the day and let the girl head back to class before summoning her slave into her presence again.

"So, my pet," Nyssa said as she pulled herself up onto the edge of the examination table with a sly smile. "What do you have to tell me?"

Laura knew exactly what her Mistress wanted in addition to simply a status report. She stepped forward. "I saw Cassie with three other students, gathered outside the cafeteria, Mistress."

Nyssa slid her feet apart and lifted her uniform, exposing her wet pussy. "And?"

Laura knelt before Nyssa and looked up as she breathed in Nyssa's arousal. "Diane Woodrow. Ned Lussander. Becky Davis." She leaned forward, closing her eyes and moaning softly as she began slowly licking at her Mistress' pussy.

Nyssa ran her fingers through Laura's hair, feeling the trembling delight go through her slave. "Hmm. Ned and Becky. More pets stolen from me just before Jason became my slave."

She pressed Laura's face more firmly to her pussy. Laura mewled her delight and plunged her tongue into Nyssa's steaming folds. Nyssa's eyes slid closed and she tilted her head back, sighing contentedly.

Yet even her slave's ministrations could not chase the small bit of worry from her mind. Naturally Jason had brought them together. He had to replace his fallen teammates after all. But why were they still together? What were they planning? What could be holding them together?

And what did they think they could possibly do?

Nyssa leaned back, propping herself up with her hands. She stretched one leg out, and brought the other foot up onto the table, spreading her pussy wide. Laura leaned into it, letting one hand slide up the inside of Nyssa's thigh, drawing a long, low moan from her Mistress. Her lips pressed harder against Nyssa's wet flesh.

Nyssa started panting lightly. It was getting easier to relax, and to let these simple pleasures comfort her. She could think of nothing that the four could do. If they believed they could duplicate the feat of the Harbingers, they were sadly mistaken.

Those Nyssa took were controlled with a powerful enchantment. Some of that power was exuded around them. It made others not notice anything odd about them. It was part of the reason why so few friends and family members would notice anything amiss. Haven itself was the other part, of course. It could influence people here and there not to notice these things. But it was limited in power. It was still spread too thin. It still needed Nyssa.

If they were not Sensitives, they would barely even notice a newly enslaved thrall of Nyssa's leaving her office, no matter how hard they were looking.

Nyssa arched her back as her slave drove her up and over, moaning loudly as her pussy convulsed and gushed into her slave's face.

Laura dutifully brought her Mistress down slowly and delightfully from orgasm before finally drawing back, facing dripping with Nyssa's juices. Nyssa looked down and smiled. She traced a single fingertip along one of Laura's cheeks, watching with satisfaction as the touch triggered Laura's climax. She lifted the now wet fingertip to Laura's lips. Laura flicked out her tongue and licked it clean.

Nyssa smiled and slid from the table, letting her uniform fall back into place. Laura remained kneeling, looking up in adoration at her Mistress.

"Mmm, you're such a good little pet," Nyssa cooed. "You deserve another reward."

Laura uttered a sudden cry as her pussy exploded a second time in orgasm, this one far more potent than the first, throbbing so hard her hips jerked with each one. By the time it was spent, Laura was breathing in ragged pants. "Th-thank you, Mistress ..." she moaned in a weak voice.

Nyssa turned and walked away from her. "Return to your duties, slave, and tell me later if you see them do anything else."

Laura rose to her feet, her head bowed in submission. "Yes, Mistress."

Cassie found Becky in the parking lot first, to her surprise. It wasn't very long before Diane and Ned emerged from the school.

Oh no, Cassie thought with a horrible sinking feeling as she saw the despondent look on Diane's face. It got worse when Diane approached close enough for Cassie to see that she had been crying, and that Ned had a comforting hand on her shoulder. Considering how nervous Ned was about girls, this was an accomplishment for him. It also meant that, whatever it was, it was bad.

"I'm sorry," Diane sobbed as she got close, sniffling and wiping at an eye. "I screwed up ... I didn't ..."

Cassie felt defeated, but tried not to show it. She tried to muster up as much encouragement as she could when she spoke next. "It's okay ... we got the two, we ..."

"Three," Ned said with a small grin. "Ursula Gannet."

Cassie blinked. "But ... I thought ..."

"The only reason we know the third one is because Ned covered for me!" Diane wailed. "If he hadn't come up from behind me after I missed her, I ..."

"You mean you got there late?"

Diane looked stricken and her eyes teared up again. "No, I was right there! The whole time! Staring right down that corridor! Th-then ... then suddenly N-ned is shouting to me ..."

"Sorry about that, Diane," Ned said sheepishly. "I was trying to call your attention to her."

"I couldn't see her! Why I couldn't I see her? I-I mean, I did see her, but ... oh, I don't know even what I'm talking about ..."

Becky frowned. "What's going on?" she demanded. "You're not saying she, like, turned invisible or something like that?"

Cassie fumed at the sarcastic tone in Becky's voice.

"Becky, don't be a putz, all right?" Ned retorted.

Before Becky could recover from the shock of the insult, Diane cut in. "But it was like she had done just that! I was seeing her, but not seeing her ..."

Cassie frowned at this. "Ned, you saw her, right?"

"Yeah. I mean, I had to kinda catch up with her, so I had to play follow-the-black again, but yeah, saw her plain as day."

"It's because I can't see the auras, right?" Diane sobbed. "I'm going to be useless to you now ..."

"No, Diane," Cassie said sternly. "You're not. This ... this must be something from Nyssa. Some sort of magic or protection."

"Magic?" Becky asked, half in fear and half in derision.

"Well, if you have a better name for it, Becky, let me know. But it explains why no one else pays any attention to who comes and goes from that office."

"So I take it Jason and crew never, like, recruited others to do this," Ned said. "Meanin' people that can't see it."

"No, Diane is the first. You hear that, Diane? We never did this before with someone who can't see the auras. We had no way of knowing. It's not your fault."

"Yeah, c'mon, Diane. We did what we were supposed to do in the first place. That's all that matters, right, Cassie?"

Diane sighed. She wiped at her eyes one last time. "I just felt so useless ... I felt so stupid."

"Cassie," Becky said in a tiny voice. "Was ... w-was Diane being mind-controlled?"

Diane looked at her in horror.

Damn her, Cassie thought. "I don't know. If so, it was just for that, just to stop people from noticing. Jason said that Ha ... that people get influenced like that all the time."

Cassie caught herself before she could say that it was Haven that influenced people. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain that remark. "Okay, never mind all of that. We don't have a lot of time. We have to figure out who is going after who. Now, I worked out the first two. I should probably go for Frieda, her neighborhood is a bit of a stretch across town. Mark is about four blocks over from where Ned lives. Now Ursula ..."

Cassie opened the back of the notebook that Jason had given her. She looked up Ursula's address, hoping that it would be closer to Diane's neighborhood than Becky's. No such luck.

She tried not to sigh. "Becky, you're going to have to go for her."

Becky's eyes widened and she looked terrified, but she just nodded without saying a word. It was not a huge vote of confidence. Cassie thought it could have been worse. Becky could have been closer to Mark instead.

"All we need to do today is find out who their victims are, that's all," Cassie said. "Tomorrow is when they try to finish the job. So don't approach them too close. Just hang around long enough until you know who it is."

"How will we know that?" Becky asked.

"Just think back to when you were doing it."

Becky shuddered and gasped.

"I know, it's ... it's not pleasant, but ... you should see something similar. Someone they meet with suddenly becomes enthralled and does something odd. Usually there's some physical contact."

"We, uh, get the pic, Cassie," Ned said uneasily.

Cassie swallowed and nodded, her cheeks growing pink.

"I'm kind of relieved not to be in the first group, but ... " Diane began, " ... but are you sure I can't help?"

"Diane, would you like to come along with me?" Cassie asked. "Harry can drop you off at your house when we're done."

"In the limo? Sure!" Diane said, her face brightening.

Cassie grinned at this. "All right, we all know where we're going now. Let's just do it. Here ..." She reached into her pocket and handed out slips of paper she had prepared in her last class. "It's my personal phone number. Please keep it private. Call me this evening and let me know if everything went okay."

The others nodded, Becky a little reluctantly.

"All right ... I'll hear from you all later. Come on, Diane."

The group broke up, and the new Harbingers were gone.

In the distance, at the top of the steps to the school, Principal Laura Bendon watched the students leave for a few more moments before she slipped back inside the school.

After shedding his clothes and climbing upon the examination table, Jason lay completely still at his Mistress' command, the only motion the steady rise and fall of his chest and the pulsing of his erect cock.

Casting a wicked grin at him, Nyssa climbed atop him, sliding her soft body against his, feeling the little shivers of pleasure that rippled through his body. She let her breasts dangle under her and brush his chest, her erect nipples tracing paths over his skin. Jason moaned softly as the growing tide of pleasure blocked out any other thoughts from his mind.

"Mmm, that's it, my pet," Nyssa purred in a voice barely above a whisper. "Just succumb to it. Give in to the pleasure. Let yourself go to it. That is what it's like to be a slave ..."

Jason started panting as Nyssa lowered her hips to his, her wet folds pressing against the shaft of his cock. She let her hips slide back and forth until his manhood was slick with her hot moisture.

He did not move. His hands lay perfectly still at his sides. His legs lay immobile. His head remained lolled to the side.

Nyssa leaned forward and gave his ear a single lick, making him shudder. "That's right. Stay perfectly still. Do not move a muscle. You are my toy. Toys do not move."

She angled her hips and slid them back. Jason gasped as his cock penetrated her, wet tightness squeezing around it, making him utter a long, low whimper as it struggled to slide all the way into her. But once it lay completely engulfed in her steamy cunt, he felt her muscles ripple against his manhood, as if stroking it even without Nyssa's hips moving an inch.

Jason panted hard, already feeling himself rising quickly, as excited as he was. When Nyssa's hips began to move, she loosened her grip just enough for him to slide a little more easily in her tunnel. Yet even then he could feel himself tugged as she rose, his cock glistening.

By the time she came down again, he was already close enough to cum, but he would only strain at the edge until she commanded him. It was again exquisite torture, just as she had done to him the day before.

But this time there was something a little different about it.

As Nyssa pumped her hips, moving a little faster each time until she gained a steady rhythm, Jason felt his whole being seem to run molten at the sudden intensity of the pleasure spreading through his body. His whole mind gave over to it, leaving nothing in his thoughts, not even his memories. There was only the pleasure and nothing else.

And for that moment in time, his mind would rather die than cease to experience that pleasure.

Nyssa rode him, sensing the total emptiness of his mind and smiling wickedly. She sent her gentle but insistent voice into his head, slowly pushing back the barriers around that little corner of his mind still closed to her. Very slowly it withered against the emotional maelstrom that had erupted in his consciousness.

It would not fall now, she knew this. But at the same time, she could sense the tendrils of his being aligning more with hers. In a tiny way he was growing closer to being her mindless thrall. The more he experienced this total and complete ecstasy, the more permanently enslaved to her he became.

Nyssa's own thoughts excited her. She felt the tension building inside her as she soared towards climax. She clenched her muscles and held it off as long as possible, her moans becoming cries that reverberated in Jason's mind, associating his toy-like state with perfect obedience and servitude to his Mistress.

When she came, her hips bucked violently against him, her cries becoming shrill. A single torrent burst from her pussy onto him, his skin tingling madly wherever it touched him, making him even more desperate to cum.

Nyssa was not done with him. She continued riding him, her arousal only increasing. She pistoned her hips down on him faster, her breath growing short. She lowered herself, letting her breasts touch him again, making his whole body quiver with intensifying need.

She came again, still riding him hard, not pausing a moment. Her body slapped loudly against his as she humped as fast as she could. She was trembling herself, the excitement almost too much even for her. There was simply nothing more intensely arousing as creating a new thrall. Especially now when the process had only just begun.

On the third orgasm, she threw her head back with a loud, unnatural wail. Her last, shattering climax left her shaking and gasping for breath. She let herself sit with him buried inside her for a few long moments before she finally lifted herself from him, letting his still stiff and swollen member plop against his abdomen.

Nyssa climbed off the table and got to her feet. She still had to pause a moment to collect herself. Finally she turned towards her slave and bent down over him, engulfing his cock with her mouth, just as she gave the silent order for him to cum.

Jason cried out loudly as his cock began to throb very hard. He gasped as if he could not catch his breath as his body jerked and writhed on the table. Nyssa took him deep into her mouth, his hot seed spurting from his cock and filling her mouth. She moaned deeply, as she could taste the little bits of his former self that were breaking away and vanishing from his person. She eagerly pumped his manhood with her fingers, milking every last drop from him.

She drew back and swallowed, then licked him until the last little drop has oozed from his head. She let his still hard cock drop and straightened up.

Nyssa took a few moments to catch her breath, and to let her energy rise and return to normal. Taking a new slave in this manner used a good deal of her energy. No matter. She would replenish it soon enough.

Now Jason's mind returned to him, and immediately it longed to go back to that ultimate blissful state. Nyssa sensed this in his mind and smiled. "Not yet, slave. Not quite yet. You have to give me something first. Now, get dressed and go home, Jason. I am done with you for today."

"Yes, Mistress," Jason said, rising and dutifully obeying his Mistress.

Cassie wound up being grateful that Diane went along with her. Frieda proved to be elusive. It was obvious that no one was at home when they got there, and they had to canvas the neighborhood looking for her. Cassie stayed in the car and had her driver take her while Diane was on foot.

It was actually Diane that spotted her in the park, a handsome boy obviously simpering as she bid goodbye to him. After Diane got over the initial shock of what she saw, she was absolutely delighted that she had found Frieda.

"And, Cassie, it was weird. It was actually the boy I saw first acting so oddly. Then it was like I had to keep staring at her to see her. I had to keep convincing myself she was really there," Diane said to Cassie afterward.

So now Cassie knew that the effect lingered, but it wasn't perfect. It faded a bit over time. Or Diane could counter it somehow now that she understood it better.

Cassie was anxious to hear how it had gone for the others as she was driven home. By the time she got there, she already had a message waiting for her from Ned.

"Piece o'cake," she heard his voice say, making her utter a sigh of relief. "Markie-boy seems to have a little thing for tall, blonde Swedes, especially the two living over on the next block. Heh, twins. Double yer pleasure, huh? Er ... heh, terrible joke, sorry. Anyway, we know who, where, how, and hopefully when. See ya."

Cassie had hoped to hear from Becky as quickly, but as the hours passed and day turned to night, she held out little hope. She began silently cursing Becky, thinking that she had simply gone home and not even bothered, or she had given up too early, or simply missed her target and was too much of a coward to own up to her failure.

When the phone did ring, Cassie was almost not expecting it.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi, Cassie?"

"Becky?!" Cassie cried. "Becky, what happened? Did you ..."

"Yes ... I found her, and who she wants to take ..."

"Oh, that's great! But why didn't you call me? Becky? ... Um, Becky, are you still there?"

There was a low sob at the other end.

"Becky, what's the matter? What ...?"

"My sister ..."

"You're ... huh?"

"She ... sh-she wants my sister Wendy ..."

Cassie's mouth dropped open. She sat down heavily on the edge of her bed. "Becky ... I'm ..."

"I c-can't get her to snap out of it, Cassie!" Becky sobbed. "H-how can I ..."

"You can't, Becky, you have to be there to stop her tomorrow, that's all you can do. L-look ... if this is too hard for you to do for your own sister, I can ..."

"No! ... No, I have to do this. I can't let this happen to her. I can't let her down."

Cassie took a deep breath to calm herself down. It did little good. "Okay, Becky, okay. Just please, tell me if you change your mind or need some other help."

"I-I will. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Becky."

Cassie let the phone tumble from her hand. Now she was the one that wanted to cry.

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