She trembles in her superior's presence. Her mind is in a complete tumult, conflicting emotions battle one another. At the same time, waves of pleasure come over her body, making her shudder with both delight and anxiety. It is not making it any easier to think, and soon she fears that thinking will be a luxury.

"I need you."

The words seem to burrow deeply into her mind no matter how hard she fights. On some level she needs to hear them as much as she wants to push them away.

"I need you to please me."

It gets harder now, her resistance finally crumbling. After all this time, she had little in the way of reserves left. There was no way to push any further against it, and already her will to fight was weakening.

"And you will want to please me."

She shudders again as what was her sense of self, the person she had been before, begins a slow retreat into the depths of her mind, unable to withstand the flood of pleasure and desire that is overcoming her consciousness.

"It will be all you will think about."

She moans, her body responding to the intense desire to please and to give pleasure, to be what she now finally understands what was wanted of her in the first place. In all the time she had been here, she had never suspected it, and now it was too late.

She feels her mind reeling from the sensations coming over her. She is becoming someone ... and something ... different than what she was. She cannot resist it any longer, for it is impossible to resist something that she knows will make her feel so good, more so than she ever felt in her life.

"And then you will tell me. You will come to me, and you will give yourself to me."

These words were never spoken. They spring into being in her mind on her own, for it is what she already knows will happen to her. The last thoughts she has from her old self are those of desperation and anguish as it anticipates fading away like the last rays of sunlight at dusk before surrendering to the encroaching night.

Cassie gasped loudly as her eyes snapped open.

She bolted up and out of bed, her eyes wide, her heart hammering in her chest. Her panties were damp from the erotic imagery of the dream, but it was furthest from the way she was feeling at that moment.

Her mind worked furiously to piece it together, until a single thought crystallized in her head. She realized with mounting horror what it was that had been bothering her all weekend, the one detail she had missed. She did not understand why it was still a danger, not with Nyssa gone, but the dream could not be ignored. Her dreams always told her what was going on now.

And now they were telling her that someone was in great danger.

Oh my God, Cassie thought when the realization of who it was hit her. Marcie Fuller ... she's in danger ... oh my God, why was I so STUPID?! Why didn't I see this?!

She hurriedly went about getting ready for school, though she had no idea if she or the others could get there in time to stop what was going to happen.

Marcie's appearance belied her true state. Outwardly, she was dressed as neatly as always, her hair brushed and done in the gentle waves that she knew Laura enjoyed so much. She carried herself with as much calm as she could muster. After all, she still had her job to do.

Inwardly, however, was another story.

Laura's words to her, and the thoughts that they had implanted in her head, drove her nearly mad over the weekend. Whenever she was not preoccupied, her mind would focus on those thoughts, and she would grow too horny to think of anything else. Yet any relief she gave herself, no matter how spectacular her orgasm, paled in comparison to what she imagined Laura could give her directly.

Any pleasure you receive ... it will never be as good as what you would get for pleasing me.

Those words had planted the seed of an idea that grew until now her self-administered climaxes could do little to satisfy her lust. As she walked into the office that morning, her pussy was burning with need yet again, and her whole body felt flushed and weak. Her thoughts would focus on very little except the expectation of pleasing Laura again, desperate as she was for the reward that would come with it.

"Marcie?"

Marcie gasped and whirled around. "M-miss Bendon," she said in a breathy voice. "I-I didn't expect you ..."

Laura smiled and stepped out of her office. "I came in a little early this morning."

"Oh? Oh! But I-I don't have your coffee ready yet! Just a moment, Miss Bendon, and ..."

Marcie had started to turn towards the coffee maker when Laura reached out and touched her shoulder. Marcie shuddered and slowly turned around.

"Before you do that," Laura said softly. "There's something we need to discuss."

Marcie swallowed and nodded, her eyes wide.

"I trust you've given thought to it over the weekend?"

"I-I couldn't think of anything else, Miss Bendon ..."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"V-very excited ..." Marcie moaned. "I ... I-I was ... horny all the time ..."

Laura smiled.

"P-please, Miss Bendon ... let me please you ... let me be a good girl ... I ... I need ..."

"You need to be rewarded, don't you, Marcie?"

Marcie whimpered as she squeezed her legs together, moisture squishing loudly. "Oh God, yes ... "

Laura stepped up to Marcie. Marcie stared, her lips parted as she panted. Laura trailed a hand up Marcie's side. Marcie mewled and clutched at Laura, breathing heavily in her ear. She felt Laura's fingers trace the outlines of her breasts, and then brush across the hardness of her nipple through the top. "Ohhhh God ..." Marcie moaned.

"Will you please me, Marcie?"

"Yes, Miss Bendon ..."

"Will you pleasure me, Marcie?"

She shivered. "Yes ..."

"Will you do everything I ask of you and think of nothing else but what I tell you?"

Marcie closed her eyes as Laura's hand slid between her thighs. "Y-yes ... yes ... " Marcie moaned as she trembled. "Anything ... a-anything you want ..."

Laura lifted her hand to Marcie's crotch. Marcie whimpered and rubbed herself against Laura, feeling herself rise and strain, until Laura took her hand away.

Marcie lifted her head and looked at Laura with eyes that were smoldering with lust and begging for release. There was little else to be seen, nothing that was once the Marcie that had existed before the school year. It had retreated deep into her mind, and it now shuddered at the brink of extinction.

"You have to prove it to me first, Marcie," Laura said, taking Marcie's hand. "I have to make sure you're willing to do this."

"You ... y-you want me to do it now, Miss Bendon?" Marcie breathed as Laura led her into the office.

"Of course, my dear ... and when you do ... when I am pleased ... if you cum ... that will be your answer to me."

Marcie nodded, unable to speak.

Laura led Marcie into the office and closed the door behind them.

Jason knew it had been false hope that everything could have gone right back to normal come Monday morning.

When Jason had been at the Sovert house over the weekend, he could tell things were cool not just between the mother and the daughters, but between Heather and Melinda as well. They had barely spoken a word to each other the whole time he had been there. Admittedly, a lot of time had been spent in more intimate pursuits with Melinda while Heather was not there. The few times Heather had been present, however, there had been almost total silence between them.

Richie had been even worse. Calls to him over the weekend had gone unanswered, and he went straight to the back of the bus when he got on, barely looking over to Jason. At the same time, though, there was less belligerence in his mannerisms and more simple depression.

Heather and Melinda still did not appear to be speaking to each other much. Melinda immediately made for Jason and sat down next to him, giving him a bear hug. Jason had a feeling she was going to be rather clingy for awhile. When he looked up, he saw Heather watching him, a forlorn look to her eyes. He was not sure how to interpret it.

Jason could not stand the arrangement. He could not have all his friends at odds with each other like this. When the bus came to a stop in the parking lot at school, Jason immediately said to Melinda and Heather, "We're meeting in the parking lot for a few minutes before classes."

Melinda blinked in confusion at him. "Huh? Why?"

"It's done and over with, isn't it?" Heather asked in obvious annoyance. "Why do we have to meet?"

Before he could reply, Richie started down the aisle and was about to pass him. Jason grabbed his arm.

"What?" Richie snapped, yanking his arm out of Jason's grip.

To his surprise, Jason just grabbed it again. "You, too."

"Me too what?"

"You're meeting with us for a few minutes."

Richie snorted and yanked his arm again. This time Jason held his grip. Richie glared at him. "I'm not gonna hear no 'I told you so' crap from you, got it?!"

"Got it. Now, will you meet with us for a bit?"

Richie sighed and yanked his arm again, not quite as violently this time. Jason let go. "Yeah, fine, whatever," he grumbled.

The four of them left the bus just as the driver started complaining about them dawdling for too long. Jason turned to them once they were away from the bus.

"Look, I'm not going to ask everyone to go back to the way everything was before this mess started," he said earnestly. "I just don't want us at each other's throats."

"We're not!" Melinda piped. "What are you talking about?"

"You and Heather barely speak to one another. Richie doesn't want to talk to anyone."

"I ain't got nuthin' to say," Richie drawled.

"No, that's not it. You think I'm going to start yelling at you or something for what happened."

"Well, aren't you?" Richie demanded. "You were so upset about it when it happened! You fucking thought I was no better than some dogshit you scrape off your shoe!"

"If I did, I'm sorry. Whatever I thought then ... none of that matters now. We can't afford to let stuff like that get in the way."

"Get in the way of what?" Heather asked with a sigh.

"Get in the way of whatever else we're going to have to do. When Haven strikes again."

Heather bit her lower lip but said nothing in response. Richie rolled his eyes and looked off to the side, but his eyes betrayed worry rather than frustration. Melinda's eyes shimmered.

"Yeah, I know, none of you want to think about it. I don't either. We went through hell. But we can't just stop and hope it never happens again. We stop being civil to each other and we're going to get screwed over just as badly next time this happens. Or perhaps worse."

"I don't want there to be a next time!" Melinda cried.

"Yeah, well, you can want that til the fucking cows come home," Richie muttered. "Ain't gonna happen."

Jason looked over to him in some surprise. The others' eyes turned towards him as well.

Richie seemed annoyed at all the attention on him but he responded anyway. "Just something my mother said, that's all."

"I think Richie is right," said Jason. "About what Melinda said, I mean. We can't think that this won't happen again. We have to stick together on this. But we can't if we're barely civil to each other."

Melinda shot a glare at Heather briefly before turning her eyes back to Jason and giving him a sullen look. "This is not easy, Jason! Not after ... n-not after some of the things that were done to me ..."

"I didn't have a choice, Melinda, I've been trying to tell you that," Heather said in exasperation.

Melinda sighed and some of the anger faded from her eyes. "I know," she said in a tiny voice. "But it doesn't make it any easier."

"I'm not expecting all of you to just pretend it didn't happen," Jason said. "Let's just ..."

"Jason, wait ..." Melinda said suddenly as she craned her neck to see past Jason.

Jason looked at her and then turned his head in time to see Cassie pounding across the parking lot as fast as she could move.

"Oh no, now what?" asked Heather, a stricken look on her face.

"Cassie? What's the matter?" Melinda said in an alarmed voice.

"We have ... to get inside ..." Cassie panted. "I had a dream ... Marcie Fuller ... something's happening to her!"

"What, Cassie? What's happening to her?" Jason demanded.

"I don't quite know." She grabbed his arm and started pulling. "Come on, we don't have much time!"

Jason stumbled at first but fell into step with her. "Wait, she's the Principal's receptionist? But why don't you ..."

"Jason, the Principal is who she's in trouble with!"

"Oh no!" Melinda cried as she jogged to catch up with them.

"Wait!" called out Heather. "What does the Principal have to do with ..."

"She had the aura, remember?" Melinda shot back.

"But Nyssa's gone! She shouldn't still ..."

"Well, tell that to Cassie's dreams, then! Stop being a bubblehead for once!"

"Don't start on that again, Melinda, unless you want me to start calling you 'Mel' again!"

"I'll come along with you all," Richie said, running alongside them. "If I just don't hafta listen to all of you whining!"

The Harbingers ran up the school steps and into the building.

Laura moaned softly and smiled, spreading her legs apart a little further and sliding her hips a little more towards the edge of the desk. She lay a hand gently on Marcie's head, stroking the hair gently. Marcie panted, her body shivering between Laura's legs. Her tongue slid slowly and sensuously over Laura's wet folds. The more she tasted of Laura's pussy, the more aroused she became, and the harder her own cunt strained near climax.

Laura let her hand slip behind Marcie's head and gave her a coaxing nudge. Marcie pressed forward, letting her lips slide over Laura's mound, her tongue now making bolder strokes against Laura's clit.

"Mmm ... very good ..." Laura moaned. "Oh, you're learning so fast ... what a good girl you are ..."

Marcie felt a shudder of pleasure run through her body. She felt intoxicated on the sexual delight that was filling her being. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive that her breathing made them tingle to the point of madness. Her pussy strained hard, just at the brink of cumming, feeling swollen and achy.

"Ohhh ... that's it ..." Laura panted as she rose, her eyes sliding closed. "Faster ..."

Marcie gave a muffled moan into Laura's torrid sex as she licked faster. Despite this being the first time she had done this, she could sense Laura approaching her peak. She trembled in anticipation of her own reward after that.

"Yes ... oh yes ... now ... do what I told you to do when I got close ..."

Marcie mewled and let her face be shoved against Laura's sex. She clamped her mouth to the wet flesh and drew her lips together, catching the clit and sucking hard, licking at the swollen knob of flesh as hard as she could.

Laura arched her back, feeling the pleasure rise inside her, and along with it the excitement that Marcie was so close to becoming hers forever. She could feel Marcie's desire for reward growing each moment. It was becoming her world and her reason for being. She could sense all other concerns and desires slipping away forever. Marcie was changing right before her eyes.

Laura gasped as she soared upwards and over. She uttered a single, strident moan as her pussy throbbed, her hand shoving Marcie's face tightly against her mound. Marcie lapped at Laura's clit as she had been told to do before they had started, drawing out Laura's pleasure even as her lungs began to ache.

Finally Laura let go. Marcie panted to catch her breath as she pulled back, moaning as her pussy trembled at the threshold. Marcie gazed up at Laura, her eyes starting to glaze over.

Laura smiled down at Marcie and drew her legs together. She pushed herself off the desk so she was on her feet again. She made no attempt to reach for her skirt and panties, which lay off to the side.

"Did I please you?" Marcie asked in a pleading tone of voice. "Did I please you, Miss Bendon?"

Laura gestured. Marcie rose to her feet, eyes wide and staring at Laura in anticipation. Laura slipped an arm around her waist and drew her close and into a long, lingering kiss. Marcie moaned, tilting her head and letting Laura coax her mouth open until their tongues played against each other. By the time their lips parted, Marcie was panting wildly and shaking with need.

Laura slowly broke off the kiss. "Oh yes, you pleased me." She drew her arm back, hand trailing along Marcie's waist. "You pleased me very well ... now ... what do you want?"

Marcie shuddered as Laura's fingers played at the waist of her skirt. "I want to please you ..." she moaned.

"Mmm ... and why is that?"

Marcie felt her heart thump loudly as Laura began to tug the skirt downward. "I-I ... I want ... the pleasure ..."

"The pleasure?" Laura purred. She yanked at the skirt and it fell down around Marcie's ankles. She slipped her fingers under the waist of the panties. "Nothing else?"

"Uhhhnnn ... nothing else ... please ... I need it ... t-too much ... I need to cum ... p-please ... Miss Bendon ..."

Laura hooked her finger into the top of the crotch of Marcie's panties and let it snap back, making Marcie yelp as her pussy gave one single throb and then stopped. "Was was that you called me?"

Marcie flushed hot, closing her eyes as she breathed hard. "Mistress ..." she intoned huskily. "Please, Mistress ... I want to be good ... a good girl ..."

At that moment, there was a ruckus in the outer office. Laura reacted to it with nothing more than a brief flick of her eyes towards the door. Marcie was so addled with lust and desire that she did not even hear it.

"Of course you do, little Marcie," Laura cooed softly as she pulled down Marcie's panties. "And you will be my good girl. But you will also be ..."

"In there!" came a muffled shout behind the door.

"But we can't just ...!" came a protest.

"We have to! Now!"

Laura's finger slid over hot, wet flesh. " ... my slave ..."

The door burst open.

Marcie uttered a shrill cry and staggered, falling against Laura as her orgasm slammed into her. Laura's fingers slid into her cunt, and she pumped her hips against them in a frenzy. Her throbs pulsed from her body into her mind, filling it with sexual bliss.

And the last threads that were the old Marcie snapped, frayed, and disappeared.

All five of the Harbingers stood in stunned silence. Even Richie could only stare. Cassie was the first to realize what had just happened as Marcie's orgasm faded. Marcie's ragged pant was cut off by a deep kiss from Laura. Cassie uttered a small gasp as Marcie looked towards Laura with the same terrible glassy-eyed obedience that she had seen in Jason.

"Thank you, Mistress," Marcie said in a breathy voice.

Cassie swallowed and swiped at a tear. "I'm sorry," she said in a choked voice. "I'm so sorry, Miss Fuller ... I sh-should have ..."

It was too much for her. Cassie turned away, crying. Jason caught her and embraced her tightly. "You tried," Jason said softly. "You did."

"You don't mean ... that Miss Fuller just ..." Melinda said, trailing off, her eyes wide.

"How?" Heather demanded, looking directly at the Principal. "How did you do it?"

Laura smiled at them and turned to Marcie. "Now, my pet ... pull your panties and skirt back up." As Marcie complied, she reached over to where her purse lay and produced a set of keys and a small slip of paper from it. She handed both to Marcie. "There's my address and my house key. You're to go and let yourself in, and you'll find an outfit in the spare bedroom. Put that on and wait for me. I need to finish a few things here and I can be there by lunchtime."

"Yes, Mistress," Marcie said eagerly.

"Oh, and masturbate while you're waiting, but don't cum. Not until I'm there."

"Of course, Mistress."

Laura smiled to her and gave her a pat on the ass before sending her on her way.

"Wow," Richie said softly as his eyes followed Marcie out. He shifted them back inside. It was only now did he realize he was staring at his Principal who was still naked from the waist down.

He hastily looked away. Despite how attractive she looked without her clothes on, it was spoiled by the continued presence of the utterly black aura slithering around her body.

"Nyssa gave you the power, didn't she?" Jason said in a low but accusing tone of voice.

Laura stepped away from the desk and casually picked up her panties and skirt. "You have to ask that, Mr. Conner?"

"Oh no! Please not again!" Melinda begged, tears in her eyes. "We just got through this ..."

"Spare me the histrionics, Miss Sovert," Laura said haughtily as she slipped on her panties. "I am nowhere near the power of my Mistress."

"Your Mistress?" Jason asked.

"Of course, her Mistress!" Melinda snapped angrily, gesturing. "Can't you see it? Can't you see the collar around her neck?!"

Jason furrowed his brow and shook his head. The others looked confused as well.

Melinda's eyes burned with anger and hatred when they turned back to the principal. "Well, I can see it. Nyssa put that on you, didn't she? You're still her slave."

Laura smiled. "Yes, I am." She put the skirt back on. "And she is a very good Mistress to me. She gave me some of her power. Some of Haven's power."

Cassie turned from Jason and shouted, "And you used it on poor Miss Fuller!"

Laura laughed. "Poor Miss Fuller? She is far happier now as my slave than she ever was."

Cassie whirled back around to Jason. "I think she's telling the truth when she said that she doesn't have the same power level as Nyssa. Now some of my dreams about Miss Fuller make more sense. She's been doing this slowly over time. She can't take people quickly like Nyssa could."

"That explains why Marcie looked so different that day when I was taken," Heather said.

"Huh, yeah, that's right," said Richie. "She was kinda different from when I had her doin' my detention."

"And I didn't see it in time ..." Cassie said despairingly, the tears welling up in her eyes again.

Jason put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. "I'm not sure it mattered, Cassie. If she has been doing it slowly ... then all the changes were permanent. We would never have gotten the old Marcie Fuller back."

"But I-I could have helped save some of her ..."

"Cassie, we can't save everyone. I think we have to accept that."

Laura stepped back behind her desk and sat down. Cassie swiped at her tears angrily. She stormed over to the desk and leaned over it. "He says we can't save everyone. Fine. But now we know you can enslave people! We're going be watching for it! Don't get any ideas about doing it again!"

Laura just smiled and leaned back in her chair. "Miss Kendall ... realize that you are in this office and that I am the Principal of this school. I will not have you talking to me in that manner."

Cassie didn't move for a moment, staring at the Principal in cold hatred. Finally Jason grasped her shoulder and gently nudged her back. "It's not worth it, Cassie," he said softly.

Cassie finally relented with a deep, defeated sigh as she turned away.

"Now, I suggest all of you leave and get to your first class," Laura said officiously. "I will overlook this transgression once. But you will never again do what you just did. You wish an appointment with me, you make one with my receptionist."

"Your new one, you mean," Cassie said coldly.

"Oh no, I intend to keep Marcie as a receptionist. She just needs a little ... training at the moment. But within the week she'll be back, happy as a clam to be working for me again."

Cassie looked like she was about to say something but Jason grabbed her arm. Cassie shook it off, but kept her mouth closed anyway. Silently, the Harbingers turned and left.

No one said a word until they reached the hallway, when Richie finally snorted and said, "Just fucking great. This place doesn't suck enough. Now we have a Principal that's friggin' possessed."

"Enslavement is not strictly possession," Jason pointed out. "It's more like ..."

"Look, spare me the long-winded explanation, Einstein," Richie scoffed. "Just tell me how we're s'posed to do this hairy-bringer thing with her around, huh?"

"We're going to have to start meeting off the school grounds," said Cassie.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," said Melinda.

"Yeah, but where, runt?" Heather said in irritation. "Can't do it at our house."

"Why not? Mom's out all day."

"After that argument in the car Friday? For all we know she might be spying on us!"

"My house is out because of my Dad," Jason pointed out. "Richie's is out because of her Mom."

"Why not Ned?" Heather asked. "Or Becky? I mean, in the end, she was right there with us. Or Diane. Her mother might not be affected anymore."

"Yes, they're still Harbingers, aren't they?" piped Melinda.

Jason nodded. "Yeah, you're right, they are. They've earned it. I'll call them up tonight and talk to them."

"Look, let's talk about that later," Cassie said. "Right now I'm a little frazzled and I need to get ready for my first class today."

"We'll work it out," Jason said. "Don't worry. I mean ... we did it before, we can do it again."

The others exchanged glances and nodded.

They were all thinking the same thing now. The nightmare that was Nyssa was over, but the war against the Darkness had only just started. They had won the first battle, but at a high cost.

Yet there were two important things to come out of it, though they would not think about them until the initial shock wore off. The first was that the Darkness had revealed itself and what it was capable of doing. The second, that it could be defeated.

And now, they had something they did not have when it started: allies.

"Come on," Jason said as he started to walk. "Let's get to class."

END

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