A Strange Geek : Melissa’s Rite 2.

On Tuesday, she had taken Susan’s boyfriend Sam, and did the same with him, letting Susan simply play with herself without cumming while she watched.

Then on Wednesday, she had tried to take Jim, the boy that Susan had been seeing on the side. She did so, but then she lost her hold on Brad, and some of her hold on Sam.

Thursday, the day before, she had renewed her hold on Sam, had taken Brad again, only to lose Jim and spark rebellion from her mother.

When she had first received this Power, she had known there were limitations. She had not understood at the time just how grating those limitations would be. She simply could not extend her hold to everyone she wished. She could keep only a certain amount of complete control in place at one time, at least until she was able to bring about more permanent changes in her victims. But those changes took time, and she did not have the patience to do it for everyone.

Then there were Susan and Ann. She wanted to retain an iron grip on their minds no matter what, so that limited her reach even further. She teased them with vague promises of eventually releasing them, but she was quickly coming to the conclusion that they would likely never have free will ever again.

She doubted she could release them even if she wanted to. The fact that they never escaped her control when she overextended herself was proof to her that they were too tightly bound to her by now. She had messed with their minds to such a degree that they could never be free of her. Not unless she somehow lost the Power completely.

Her mother was a different story. Melissa did not control her quite like the others, at least not all the time. Instead, she dipped into Kathy’s mind and altered her on a more basic level. It required a great degree of finesse. Most of the work had to be done at night, through her mother’s dreams. But again, it took time that she did have to spare for everyone.

Her fingers closed tightly around the pendant. She took a slow, deep breath. It was more than just a piece of costume jewelry. The dark being that had come to her when Susan and Ann had left her naked and alone had recognized it. It had protected her from the being’s wrath, prompting it to offer her the Power instead.

And now it was in her dreams every night. It was helping her punish her mother. It gave her insights on the subtleties of the human mind. It showed her how to make small but permanent changes over time.

But there was more power to be tapped. Enough power that subtlety would no longer be needed. She just had to find it. And she had a feeling who might be able to tell her more about it.

Melissa cradled her books in her arm and headed to class.

The silence of the hallway was broken by the strident ring of the bell. Doors opened, and students poured from their first period classes in a torrent.

One slim boy dashed from his sophomore English class, his lace-less old sneakers flopping against the tiled floor, barely visible under the wide cuffs of his baggy denims.

“Hey, nosy!” a girl called out as he passed, giggling.

“Oh no, it’s Nosenstein!” cackled a boy.

Another boy made pig-like snorting sounds, his friends joining in until they all dissolved into laughter.

Ned “The Nose” Lussander did a spin on one heel, thumbed his bulbous nose at them, and made a snorting noise back with a smirk on his face before continuing on his way.

Ned hardly cared about the comments anymore. Up until two weeks ago, they used to bother him a great deal. He didn’t ask to have a big, slightly misshapen nose. It was the best the surgeons could do with the money that his parents had after that unfortunate fight, the same one that gave him the jagged scar on one cheek.

But that was before he fell in with the Harbingers. And Cassie.

He smiled as the object of his affection appeared up ahead, having just stepped up to her locker. Cassie Kendall wore a look on her face that was somewhere between dreamy and thoughtful. A lot of people found this disconcerting, and had long since branded her a weirdo since freshman year.

Ned found it endearing instead. She looked so pretty when she was lost in her own little world. Curly bangs of perfectly coiffed brown hair framed an adorable oval face. An impeccably neat powder blue blouse was wrapped about her torso, and the pleats of her matching skirt swirled about her calves.

Ned was also a little jealous. He was interested in dreams, and he often kept a journal of his own. He was envious of how far more detailed and meaningful Cassie’s dreams were.

Or used to be. In the past week, she had been frustrated at how lacking in detail they were.

So lost in her own head was Cassie that she failed to note Ned standing there. Her hands moved slowly and methodically in and out of the locker exchanging books, operating on automatic.

“Hi,” Ned finally said.

Cassie gasped and flinched in surprise, blue eyes going wide.

“Um, sorry I startled ya, babe,” Ned said sheepishly.

Cassie recovered and smiled. Ned couldn’t help but grin foolishly back. He loved seeing that smile. “Oh, no, it’s okay. I was just … um, thinking …”

“Heh, I know that look. You finally had another good dream, huh?”

“Well … part of a dream,” said Cassie, frustration still edging her voice. “I’m still not getting them the way I should.”

“That’s better’n nothin’, though, right?”

“I guess, but …”

Ned had learned to recognize when something was really troubling his girlfriend. Her eyes would go cloudy and edge towards slate-gray in color. It was like looking at an ocean under a cloudy sky.

At least he hoped she was his girlfriend. They hadn’t actually gone out on a date yet (mostly because he was too chicken to ask) but they spent a great deal of time together at school and spoke on the phone a few times. Just to be on the safe side, he never mentioned the word “girlfriend” when talking about Cassie. That way he could avoid any future potential disappointment.

Now Cassie’s eyes shimmered as she looked up into Ned’s. “To be honest, I-I’m getting a little scared.”

Ned blinked. He had not expected that. “Um, scared? Whaddaya mean? Scared of what?”

“That my … my ability, or whatever you call it … is going away.”

Ned snorted and waved a hand in dismissal. “Aw, c’mon. Why would that happen? These things don’t jus’ get up an’ walk away, ya know.”

Ned actually had no idea what the “rules” behind it were. He just wanted to calm her fears. Unfortunately, it was having little effect.

“I’ve read about people getting psychic powers, and then losing them after they did something big with them,” Cassie said, closing her locker. She hugged her books to her bosom like a shield. “Maybe that’s happening with me. I helped with Nyssa …”

“Helped? Babe, ya took her down!”

Cassie blushed and her lips quivered in a nervous smile. “But that’s what I mean, Ned. Maybe after I did that …”

“But ya got a beat on Melissa in yer dreams.”

“I might have been lucky there. And that dream got cut off abruptly, too.”

“Hey, there’s gotta be some other reason fer this. Look, the others didn’t lose anything, did they?”

“They had their powers given to them for a specific purpose. Remember the story they told you about the House over the summer?”

“Um, yeah, I do,” Ned said, rubbing at his neck. That story had creeped him out, almost as much as it did when he thought back to what he himself had almost done with the power that Nyssa had given him before the others rescued him. “Um … hey, ya know, maybe the Brain can help ya out.”

Cassie giggled softly at Ned’s nickname for Jason.

Encouraged, Ned smiled. “Yeah, I betcha he can tell ya something about that. Listen, that reminds me, babe. I’m s’pposed to tell ya that we got a meeting this afternoon at the Sovert premises.”

“Oh! This afternoon?”

“Yeah. Prolly gonna talk about the latest thing to hit fair Haven and ….”

Cassie suddenly gasped and clutched more tightly at her books.

“Huh? What? Something wrong? All I was gonna say was …”

“/Shhh!!/” Cassie grabbed Ned’s arm and turned towards the lockers, taking Ned with her.

“Hey! What …?!”

“H-help me with this p-problem in the math book, Ned,” Cassie said in a quavering voice. Her eyes flicked to the side briefly and she shivered as she scrambled to get one of her textbooks out. In her nervousness, she opened her chemisty textbook instead. “I-I mean …”

Something trailing inky blackness passed by in the corridor.

Ned nodded. “Uh, yeah, of course, Cassie, glad to lend out the ol’ Ned noodle.”

They both fell silent and tensed. Almost as one, they slowly turned their heads.

Melissa Hendell continued down the corridor at a brisk pace, her back to them, having taken no notice of them. The Darkness surrounded her body like an inky black cloak. It reflected no light that fell upon it from the overhead lights. It was a roiling mass of glowing blackness, with slithery tendrils that trailed behind it from her legs and arms like serpents. Other students stepped through it, oblivious, sending them writhing about before rejoining their mistress.

Cassie swallowed and leaned against her locker, panting lightly. “I-I’ve never seen it that bad before, Ned,” she breathed. “Even Nyssa wasn’t quite that bad.”

Ned frowned and slowly shook his head. “Nah, Nyssa’s was just as bad. There’s jus’ something different about hers.”

Cassie glanced towards Melissa again, though she was barely visible anymore in the crowd. “Wait, you can see patterns in it like Jason can?”

“Huh? Nah, nothin’ like that. Jus’ a gut feelin’. But I wonder what she’s doin’ down here.”

“Down here? I don’t understand.”

Ned smirked humorlessly. He jerked a thumb down the corridor down which Melissa had gone. “I’m on the same class rotation as the Mistress of the Dark here. And that ain’t the way to the next class. Or her locker.”

“You know where her locker is?”

“Oh yeah. I’ve been keepin’ tabs on her.”

Cassie’s eyes widened. “Ned, that’s dangerous! If she catches you … some of the things I’ve heard she’s done …”

Ned waved another hand in dismissal. It was a gesture that was braver than he actually felt. Tracking Melissa scared him. His stomach twisted in knots whenever he got near her. But he felt like he was still repaying a debt to Cassie. She had been the one that had stopped him from making a big mistake and falling completely to Nyssa.

And, though he didn’t consciously realize it yet himself, he was showing off for Cassie.

“Look, I’m okay. I’m too ugly for her to wanna deal with.”

“Oh, you are not!”

Ned blinked. “Huh?”

Cassie opened her mouth and closed it again, cheeks pink. “I-I mean … if she really has some sort of power from the Darkness, she can do anything she wants. Please, promise me you won’t do anything more until you’ve talked to the others about it.”

“Um … sure, babe, I promise,” Ned said in a weak voice, looking a bit distracted.

“Look, we better get to our classes. I’ll see you at lunch.”

Cassie offered him a small smile and walked away.

Ned smiled as well, though she did not see it. His mind was still trying to parse what she had said. Did she really think that he was not as ugly as he thought he was?

Ned finally realized that the crowd had thinned. He rushed to his own locker and then on to class.

Once, she had walked the halls of the school with a strutting confidence that drew the desirous looks of the boys and the jealous glares from the girls. With her dusky-blonde hair tied into its ponytail, it would lend a bit of cuteness or innocence to an otherwise wantonly sexy body poured into tight attire that skirted the edge of acceptability in the dress code.

She had commanded a following among both genders: eager boys that were interested in dating one of the more popular seniors, and sycophantic girls that wanted to ride on her coattails and get themselves noticed. She had power of a sort, the power to set the social hierarchy at Haven High.

But now, even after only a week, it all seemed a distant memory to Susan Radson.

Susan barely met anyone’s eye as she trudged towards her locker. No one bothered even so much as to say “hi” to her as she passed. Not only was she a social nobody, having been toppled from the ladder by a single backfired prank, but they knew something was odd about her. And some of them knew it led back to Melissa.

Susan’s hand trembled as she spun the dial on her locker. As her arm moved, her top stretched over her breasts, the nipples two hard points. She let go with a deep, sultry sigh as they tingled. She shifted her feet, her thighs sliding back and forth a few times before she caught herself.

She moaned softly, closing her eyes. Already her pussy felt warm and damp. She didn’t need to exacerbate it before the day was over.

“Oh, no, Susan, don’t stop.”

Susan swallowed hard and turned her head. Melissa stepped up to her and smiled broadly.

Barely a second later, Susan’s legs moved of their own accord. Her thighs scissored, brushing against each other as they passed, her hips gyrating in a slow, sensual dance. The heat in her sex rose, her pussy aching. The warmth trickled out from the edges of her panties. She uttered a very soft, despairing moan.

“Mmm, much better, isn’t it?” Melissa purred. “I’ll bet you can’t wait to get Ann’s tongue in your twat later.”

Susan said nothing, her thighs continuing to inflame her desire. In the hallway, other students gave them a wide berth. At first, these meetings had been a source of curiosity or amusement. Now it made them too anxious to stick around.

Melissa stepped closer. “I’ll bet you’re so horny now it hurts,” she cooed in a sultry whisper. “A horny little slut. You’d give anything to cum right now. Even if it meant stripping yourself naked, spreading your legs, and rubbing your twat right here in the hallway.”

Susan gave Melissa a frightened look like that of a trapped animal.

There was a pause, and a wicked gleam came to Melissa’s eyes. Suddenly, Susan’s hands rose to the top of her blouse.

“N-no, please … p-please, Melissa …” Susan begged, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as her fingers undid button after button completely against her will.

Melissa giggled. At the last button, Susan’s hands stopped, shuddered, and became her own again. Susan sniffled in both relief and disappointment as she rebuttoned her blouse.

That was the most horrible part of it. Not the fact that Melissa had extended her control over them so much that she could treat them as mere puppets at her whim, but the fact that she could make them greet it with anticipation. As mortified as Susan would have been to put on such an exhibition, it also felt intensely erotic to her. It was as if her humiliation was being made to inflame her lust.

The last week of her life had been a living hell. The stretches of time that Melissa left her and Ann alone were rapidly dwindling. She had thought she would have had more time to herself after Melissa had been sated by her initial revenge. In extracting payback, Melissa had transformed Susan and Ann into personifications of lust. But she had arranged it it so that each could be satisfied only by the other, locking Susan and Ann into an intensely sexual relationship.

Susan had hoped that if they were good and gave Melissa no grief, she would do nothing more to them. She had held out hope that she might keep her other relationships intact.

It did not take long for those hopes to be dashed. Now she truly had lost everything that had mattered to her.

“As much as I would love to chat with you, Susan, I’ve dropped by just to inform you that I want you to come over to my house after school. I have something to discuss with you.”

Susan gave Melissa a dark and lustful look. Her thighs had resumed rubbing against each other. “B-but … But I have to … with Ann …”

Melissa grinned. “Oh, you can do better than that. Now, you want to expand on that?”

The words sprang into being in Susan’s head and tumbled from her mouth.

“Ann and I have to dive into each other’s muffs after school because we’re so wet and horny for each other,” Susan said, blushing furiously. “We have to lick each other’s cunts until we’re exhausted from cumming so much.”

“Yes, I understand all that. In fact, bring the stupid cunt along. Have your little fun, and then … we’ll talk …”

Something gleamed in Melissa’s eyes that made Susan cringe. When Melissa spoke again, it was cold and unfeeling, sending a shiver through Susan’s body.

“And I really do hope you have the answers I want, Susan. I will be very … /disappointed/ … if you don’t.”

Susan swallowed, panting in fear now as Melissa walked away.

Late morning was the low point in Richie’s day. Not that school itself held a great deal of his interest in the best of times. Boredom stole over him barely after the second period was over. Most of his teachers had given up trying to involve him in the class. But it was not until this particular period, the one right before lunch, that he grew openly sullen and resentful.

This was the class he had Miss Linda Davis for history.

His face was creased in a partial scowl. He leaned his head on one hand as if simply bored, but the narrowed, hard gaze told another story. Despite his apparent lack of attention, his eyes were riveted on the curvaceous form of Linda Davis as she strolled back and forth before the class, her heeled shoes making a sharp report with the tile with each step.

Anger bubbled and frothed inside of him whenever Linda came to a stop and faced the class to drive home some point in the lesson. Her gorgeous fall of blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she occasionally threw it back behind her with a casual swipe of one hand. Two eyes of bright blue alighted on a student at random, held eye contact for a few moments, and then flitted to the next student.

But never Richie.

On the Monday following Nyssa’s defeat, Richie was sure that Linda would have called on him to stay after class and ream him for what he had done to her. Richie had met the young woman during the summer, when she had stopped to watch him play baseball with his friends. She had never revealed she was a teacher the whole time that he had talked to her. He had not found out her status until the semester began, much to his embarrassment and frustration.

To Richie, Linda had been an “oh-so-fuckable blonde.” So when Richie had given himself to Nyssa in exchange for the power she offered, this is exactly what Linda became for him. He had had trouble imagining her as a teacher, and so he had changed reality to suit his world view.

Yet Monday came and went, and she said nothing to him. Not a word. Not even so much as a dirty look in his direction. He had thought he would be relieved. Instead, it infuriated him. At least by yelling at him, or giving him detention, it would have acknowledged that he had actually held sway over her. It would have been proof that for a short time, he actually had something that he wanted.

Each class, he silently dared her to look at him, to face him in some small way. Was she she showing him contempt or fear? He had no way to tell.

Several times, Richie had contemplated confronting her on his own, just to see how she would react. But then he would start wondering if he had any lingering influence over her. He wanted to test it, just to see if there was any truth to what Nyssa had said when she left.

And he would decide against it.

The power was bad. /It was bad./ He had to keep repeating that to himself. No one should have it. Not Nyssa, not him, no one. Bad, bad, bad.

Richie had not noticed he had clenched his hand into a tight, trembling fist until he felt the needle-like pain of his nails in his palm.

Richie swallowed and let out a long sigh, forcing himself to open his hand. Four angry, thin red wheals appeared where his nails bit into the skin. He flattened his hand against the desk and cursed under his breath.

The bell rang and nearly jolted him out of his seat.

“All right, homework for Monday, go read …” Linda began, and was drowned out by a groan of despair from the students, forcing her to raise her voice, ” … /go read/ the rest of chapter six and write an essay on the effects of the War of 1812 on American politics. Include at least one item that you researched outside the textbook. And anyone that copies verbatim from Wikipedia will get a zero for the assignment! Mr. Gardner, a word with you, if you please.”

It took a few more seconds for Linda’s words to register, causing him to abruptly freeze in the process of collecting his things. He thought he had imagined it, something that his head had conjured up while he had been lost in thought towards the end of the class. But when he looked up, he saw Linda seated at her desk, her eyes finally on him.

He held her gaze for a moment, as if daring her to break contact first. Instead, some students drifted between them. When they had passed, Linda had dropped her gaze down to her desk again.

Richie’s heart thumped. So was this it? Wait until his guard was down and then attack him? He felt defensive, and now his mind filled with retorts and rejoinders he could make to whatever accusations she was about to level at him.

But along with it went questions as well. Did she really understand what had happened? Did she know that he had taken the power rather than being given it? Did she know that Nyssa was behind everything?

Richie shouldered his backpack. He waited for the last of the students to leave before heading up to the desk.

He didn’t know where to place his eyes. He had to look her over once. It was one thing to see her in front of the class, but another to stand close to her. He noticed for the first time that her manner of dress was a bit less conservative compared to what she wore at the start of the semester. Her slacks hugged her hips. Her blouse was tighter, the hemline lower and revealing more of her plump cleavage.

Linda turned in her seat and regarded him. Her eyes met his again. Her red lips were slightly pursed, her eyes a bit cool. She folded her arms in a businesslike manner and looked to him expectantly.

“Um, you wanted to see me, Ms. Davis?” Richie asked.

Linda paused another moment. Some of the iciness retreated from her eyes. She appeared to take a single, quick, deep breath. “Yes, Mr. Gardner, I wanted to talk to you about your work in the class.”

Richie frowned. “But I’m doing the work, Ms. Davis,” he protested.

“Yes, you are. That is what I wanted to mention. I wanted to thank you for participating in the class once again.”

Richie stared at her. Anger flickered in his eyes. She had been converted into his personal slut for nearly a week, and all she wanted to do was talk about his academics?

If Linda saw his growing fury, she did not note it. Her voice remained calm and collected. Perhaps even relieved. “I am glad that this matter has been resolved.”

Richie slowly nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s been resolved, Ms. Davis,” he said, fixing his gaze on her.

Linda’s eyes flickered for a moment. “Good. I am glad you saw fit to ….”

“That ‘little trouble’ was why you put me in detention. Remember?”

Linda hesitated only a second. “I remember that well, yes.”

Richie’s voice rose. “Yeah? You do? Are you sure you didn’t forget anything?”

“Why would I forget anything that has happened this semester?” said Linda in a lower voice. “Now, that is all I wanted to …”

“So you remember that one day in detention, Ms. Davis? Right before that weekend?”

“Mr. Gardner, that’s enough, please.”

“I didn’t have detention that day, did I? You were busy. Because I made you …”

“/That’s enough!/”

Richie fell silent. Linda had cast an icy look at him again. Yet her lips were parted and her breathing was heavy. Her arms wrapped more tightly around herself.

His eyes darted. There were telltale bumps in the swells of her bosom. He struggled to remember if they were there when he first walked up to the desk.

Linda took another and more obvious deep breath. When she spoke again, it was in softer, measured, and halting tones. “Mr. Gardner … I feel that it is … it is in our mutual best interest that we let what happened in the past stay in the past.”

Richie was not sure what to do. It was obvious that Linda was reacting to something. He didn’t know if it had been his voice that had done it or her own thoughts.

Or was /that/ why she would not acknowledge him? When Richie had had control over her, he had made it so that hearing his voice made her horny. Was she afraid this was still true? Is that why she never called on him in class or even acknowledged his existence, for fear that he would speak?

“But it happened,” said Richie, his voice nearly a plea. “It did. It really happened.”

Linda remained silent and turned her eyes away from him.

“C’mon, /it did!/ A week. A whole week! You gotta say …!”

Linda placed a hand on her cheek and sighed. “Yes, it happened,” she whispered. “Is … is that what you wanted to hear, Richie? That I remember it? Yes, I do. Every bit of it. Does that make you happy?”

“You liked it.”

Linda snapped her gaze back to him. “What?”

“You liked it. Some of it, anyway. I mean … come on, it couldn’t have been all that bad.”

“That doesn’t matter …”

“Why not? Why the /hell/ not? I …”

“Stop it,” Linda said firmly, though her voice quavered. Now the bumps on her blouse were far more pronounced. In the silence that followed her plea, Richie could hear her panting breath.

Richie swallowed. He was affecting her. She was getting aroused right in front of him. It was nowhere near the all-consuming passion that he had instilled in her before, but it was more than he thought he could do.

He felt himself being pulled in several directions at once. He wanted to do the right thing. But what if she did enjoy it? What if she really did want to do it again? Wouldn’t that make it okay?

“I think you should leave, Mr. Gardner,” Linda said, attempting to make her voice more forceful. She unfolded her arms and tugged at her blouse without thinking. Her nipples rubbed against her bra, tingling madly and making her visibly quiver. Her legs slid a bit further apart on the chair. “Please.”

Richie paused for a long moment. It felt like the longest moment of his life. She looked incredibly vulnerable, even more so than when he had held her in his control.

He finally turned and trudged across the room. Halfway to the door he stopped and turned his head back towards her. “I want to do it again, Miss Davis.”

Linda took another breath, letting it go as a sultry sigh. “Y-yes. I know. I …”

Richie looked on hopefully. He wanted her to make the first move. That would make everything okay. Then it would be clear that she really wanted it.

“I can’t,” Linda said in a hollow voice, barely audible.

Richie stared at her for a few moments and then frowned deeply. “Yeah. You can’t. Uh-huh. Sure, whatever.”

Richie grumbled to himself as he left the room.

Gary Johnson was a handyman. Not because he was unskilled or particularly unintelligent, or because he couldn’t hold down a “real” job, but by choice. Big, burly, and smart, he simply liked to help people with the odd jobs around the house.

And he liked to help himself.

As it was the case that morning. Kathy Hendell had called and said that she had a very important job for him. It was very clear the moment she opened the front door what kind of job she wanted. And it was not the first time it had happened to him, either.

He didn’t waste any time. He didn’t wait for her to stammer through her request of him. It was obvious that she was hoping that he would save her from herself, that he would be chivalrous and refuse to help her cheat on her husband. But it was also obvious that she was horny as hell, so much so that by the time he got her robe open against her feeble protests, her thighs were nearly as slick as her pussy.

Yes, he could have stopped and let her be. But being a handyman meant heavy work for little pay. He had to have his perks somewhere. And for some reason, Haven was rife with “perks” such as this. He would have been a fool to pass it up.

And Kathy was in no mood to refuse him despite her little murmurs of “no, this is so wrong” or “please, don’t do this.”

All her protests vanished the moment he had her on her back and his cock ramming into her sweet, hot cunt. At that point, the only sounds she made were those of a desperately horny woman begging for sexual release.

Did he think it odd that a normally upright and Christian woman would suddenly act like a bitch in heat? Yes, he was smart enough to know this was quite unusual. But Haven, he had discovered, was quite an unusual town.

Ultimately, when Kathy cried out her pleasure and clutched at him begging for more, he realized that it didn’t matter one bit. All he knew was that he was a handyman, and here was a job that needed doing, and by God he was going to do it right.