Chapter 25

Heather could not decide what disturbed her more on the bus ride home, the empty seat where Jason normally sat, or her little sister squirming in rising sexual need. She had tried to sit next to Melinda only to be waved off. Melinda refused to talk and kept her eyes averted, her cheeks faintly pink.

Heather had stared at her little sister too long, as her thoughts returned to the special panties which still sat in the pocket of her jeans. Every glance at Melinda's writhing hips triggered the image of her sweet baby sister naked save for the wonderful panties.

Heather's pussy tingled, and she squeezed her legs together in a vain attempt to restrain her desire. She forced herself to look away until the feeling passed. She had thought to try to start a conversation again, but now she was afraid of what she might say.

I'm not going to do this, Heather declared inside her head. I'm not going to make my sister's situation even worse.

Heather could not stop the segue her mind made to the idea that Melinda might fare better as Mistress' new slave. She closed her eyes and shivered as her pussy oozed with pleasant if unwanted lust.

Heather was jolted out of her sexual reverie when a loud metallic ripping noise and a lurch announced the arrival of the school bus at the next stop. As the students cheered at another "Bradley fart" -- the grinding of gears the aged driver now did more often than not -- Melinda dashed for the stairs.

Heather scrambled to follow, but by the time she retrieved her backpack, Melinda had already raced towards the house. "Melinda! Wait up!" Heather cried out to no effect.

She panted as she jogged after her little sister. She almost caught up when Melinda had to stop to unlock the front door. Just as Heather reached her, she was through and slammed the door in Heather's face.

"Dammit, runt," Heather muttered as she fumbled for her house keys. She let herself in just as Melinda bolted from the top of the stairs and into their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Heather glanced around and closed the front door. She heard her father's voice, faint and muffled, as he spoke with someone over the phone in his office. She wished she had been as close to her father as Melinda had been. Maybe then she could talk some sense into him and make him see what was going on in his own house.

Heather raced up the stairs and entered the bedroom. Melinda was walking towards the window, as if she had been pacing. She whirled around and glared at Heather. "What the hell are you doing here? Can't you take a fucking hint?"

"Last I heard, I live here," Heather said in a dry voice as she closed the door behind her. She dumped her backpack by the side of her bed. "What did Mom do to you this morning? Is that why you're like this?"

Melinda rolled her eyes even as her hips writhed, her voice both quavering and husky. "Wow, take you all day to figure that out? You really are a bubblehead."

Heather did not try to quell her indignation; it was the only thing preventing her thoughts from going down paths she did not want at the sight of her little sister's increasing sexual arousal. "I just want to help, okay?"

"I don't need your help!" Melinda snapped. She paused and wrapped her arms around herself, pushing up her breasts until the nipples poked against her shirt. In a more contrite voice she added, "I don't think you can help."

"If this is about Aunt Jo, she doesn't have any power over me," Heather said. "I can try to--"

"No. Heather, please, don't try to do anything," Melinda squeezed her legs together, her cheeks pink. "I-it will just get worse. I have to show her how s-slutty I am."

"Maybe I can force her to stop."

"Just stay out of it!" Melinda cried. "You should've gone with the others to Mrs. Radson's house!"

"Why don't you want me to do anything?"

Melinda's face looked strained for a moment before she finally blurted, "Because I don't want her making you join in." She swallowed, her eyes glistening. In a tiny, shaky voice she added, "I don't think I could take that right now."

Heather's lips parted, and her hand fluttered near the pocket holding the panties. She let out a ragged sigh as she forced her hand to her side, her pussy still warm and damp. "All right. But how bad is it right now? If she doesn't do anything with you at all, do you think you could stand it?"

Melinda whimpered as her hips swayed. "I-I don't know. How are you supposed to stop her?"

"I don't have to fucking let her in, for one thing. I sure as hell am not going to--"

The door behind her opened. Heather spun around and stared.

Jo gave her a smarmy smile and held up a key. "Hello, Heather. Your mother was kind enough to give me a copy of the house key. Hope you don't mind that I let myself in."

Heather's eyes burned. "Yeah, fine, whatever. Oh, and how is Victor doing these days?"

Jo smirked and stepped inside, pocketing the key and closing the door behind her. "Think that will get a rise out of me? Think again. I never believed he was some sort of divine avatar. That was for the weak-minded. Now, where's my slutty little girl?"

Melinda reluctantly approached, but Heather stepped between her and her aunt. Melinda let out an exasperated sigh and moaned, "Heather, please, don't..."

"You know, if it had not been for Victor's silly little breeding experiment, you would have been the perfect choice," said Jo in a silky voice. "But then that would have only whet my appetite for your little sister."

Heather wrinkled her nose. "You're disgusting, you perverted bitch."

Jo raised a finger. "Now, now, that is no way to speak to your aunt. I may have to mention this to Laura so she can think of a suitable punishment for you."

Heather's eyes widened, and her body tensed to stop her from cringing.

Jo's lips curled into a sly smile. "And just how is she doing these days? Are you being a good girl for her?"

"Heather," Melinda croaked. "Please, stop."

Heather took a breath and let it go as a noisy sigh. She tried to find different words and failed. "Mistress is doing fine. H-her slave is being a good girl."

"Oh, but that is not true. You're not letting me see Melinda."

Heather trembled but held her ground. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides. The little dildo inside the panties in her pocket pressed into her thigh as if consciously reminding her of her duty.

"You're being a very bad girl right now, Heather, and your Mistress would not approve."

"You don't have any control over me," Heather managed to say, even as she shook with the urge to be a good girl and step out of her aunt's way.

Jo paused. "I suppose I don't. Regrettable. Or maybe you're not so much interested in protecting your little sister. Maybe you just want to watch."

Before Heather could react, Melinda uttered a despairing whimper and shoved her big sister out of the way. Heather did little to resist, as if relieved that the tableau had been broken. She staggered and fell to the edge of her bed as dangerous thoughts swirled in her head. She swallowed hard as she watched Aunt Jo place her hands around Melinda's hips.

"Mmm, are you still just as slutty as you were at church yesterday?" Jo cooed.

"Y-yes, I'm a slutty little girl," Melinda replied in a voice both hesitant and lusty.

"And how are you slutty?"

Melinda's cheeks went crimson. "I-I'm not wearing any underwear. Slutty girls don't wear underwear."

"Turn around for me."

Melinda gave Heather a pleading look as she complied, her eyes glistening. Heather forced herself to stand, but froze when she saw Jo plunge her hand under Melinda's jeans. Melinda gasped and squirmed, uttering little moans and sighs as faint squishing noises rose from between her legs.

"Oh, yes, you are quite slutty today," Jo purred. "Your pussy is so very wet. I'll bet it would just love to have that nice big dildo shoved inside it, wouldn't it?"

Melinda gasped and rocked her hips against her aunt's fingers. Heather stared at the rhythmic bulge of Jo's knuckles as fingers pumped in and out of her sister's helpless pussy. Heather let out a husky sigh, but tore her gaze away when she began caressing the bulge of the panties in her pocket. She headed for the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Jo said in a sly voice. "Don't want to see me use your little sister like a sex toy?"

Her aunt's words managed to galvanize Heather enough to quell some of her more prurient thoughts. "I can't stop you, but that doesn't mean I have to be here to see it."

She thought she heard an appreciative sigh from her little sister, but it was so entwined with Melinda's needy moans that it may have been wishful thinking. She fought both her duty to her Mistress and the guilt over leaving her sister to her aunt. It felt no better than their mother abandoning them to their fates.

That thought triggered yet another cascade. Her Mistress' words about her mother came back to haunt her, until she realized that the one person who might tell her what really happened was standing right in front of her.

"Very well. But I would warn you not to interfere again," Jo said. She slid her free hand under Melinda's shirt. Melinda squealed and whimpered as Jo squeezed one of her breasts. "But do tell me if you change your mind about joining."

"I'll stop interfering under one condition," Heather said in a loud voice, squeezing her legs together. "I want to talk to you for a minute about something."

Jo paused, her face neutral. "Very well. Talk."

"Not here. Out in the hall."

Jo sighed. "Really, Heather, this is so tiring."

"I already said I can't stop you, so I'm not going to try. I just..." She glanced at Melinda and lowered her voice. "I want to ask you a question about my mother."

Jo's eyebrow rose, but her lips twisted in a smirk. "Oh, very well." She slowly withdrew her hands from Melinda. Melinda turned and shot an accusing look at Heather until Jo diverted her attention. "Now, while I'm gone, I want you to strip off your clothes, then put on your white stockings and a nice skirt. No panties or bra."

"Slutty girls don't wear underwear anyway," Melinda said in a husky voice.

"Very good. I won't be long."

Heather cast a lingering gaze at her little sister before following Aunt Jo into the hallway.

"Now what is this all about?" Jo demanded as Heather closed the bedroom door. "Get to the point and don't waste my time."

"I just had to know something. I heard ... I was told that my mother ... that she did this to herself. That she gave herself over to it."

Jo chuckled. "Really, Heather, you couldn't figure that out for yourself?"

Heather swallowed, her heart pounding. "Is it true then?"

"Very true. She gave herself of her own free will."

Heather's eyes shimmered. "T-to protect us," she added in a quavering voice.

"Oh, I suppose she's tried to arrange for that since then. Probably out of guilt once she realized things did not work out as she had planned."

"I-I don't understand."

Jo gave her a smarmy smile. "She gave herself to it for the same reason so many others have. She wanted the power."

Heather trembled and slowly shook her head.

"But just like the others, she realized the power was not hers to take, nor was it to be used for her own ends."

Heather clenched her hands into fists. "I don't believe you."

Jo shrugged. "Like I told your mother yesterday, I don't particularly care what anyone wishes to believe. You wanted an answer, so I gave it to you."

"Why would she want power?" Heather demanded in a shrill voice. "She never wanted anything like that!"

"Then why did she spend so many years searching for it? Really, you don't know your mother as well as you think you do. Do you even know what she did before you were born?"

"I don't ... I-I mean, I just assumed she was just a housewife after she married Dad."

Jo smirked. "So little you know of your own mother. She was quite into paranormal investigations back then."

Heather's eyes went wide. "She was what?!"

"Silly, really. Chasing down stories of ghosts and things that go bump in the night. Had her own little business for awhile for fools who thought every little creak in their house was some spook who needed to be appeased or exorcised. Started believing paranormal energy could be harnessed somehow." Jo grinned. "So she had a lust for power from the beginning. I guess she got far more than she bargained for."

In any other context, the idea would have conjured fanciful images of her mother with a proton pack strapped to her back, but now it was anything but comical. That her mother was at all interested in anything to do with the Darkness that long ago was almost too much to bear. It brought to mind Victor and his cruel breeding experiment which had led to Gina.

Jo sighed. "And now I suppose you'll again claim you don't believe me. I don't care. We've had our little talk, and I have a wet little pussy-slut to return to."

Heather could do no more than watch her aunt head back into the bedroom. Heather stared at the closed door for another few seconds before she dashed away and bounded down the stairs.

She barreled into the garage and raced to where her neglected bicycle sat, only to discover just how neglected when she spotted the two flat tires. She uttered a curse and grabbed her sister's bike instead. She ran it outside under the still-opening door, hitting the button to close it again just as she was through. She mounted it as she ran down the driveway but nearly spilled herself to the concrete when the bike wobbled and weaved from her rusty riding skills. She managed to right it as it thumped to the asphalt.

Diane had stripped off her clothes soon after she had arrived in the guest bedroom, but before long she had gathered her knees to her chest, crossing her ankles before her exposed pussy, as if in realization that she did not belong here or in this state of undress.

She forced herself to relax when Debby stepped inside. One knee fell to the side, and she resisted the urge to cover her sex with her hand. She had the disconcerting notion she was presenting herself for inspection. It helped when Debby gave her an affectionate but non-sexual look.

"I've decided to change tack a little with you today, Diane," Debby said softly.

"Um, okay," Diane said in an uncertain voice. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Goddess, no. Recent events have made me reevaluate my approach. I feel I need to take a step back and assess your more basic skills."

"I'm that bad?" Diane said more as a statement than a question.

Debby sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand over Diane's. "I am new to the link we all share. I've learned more about it in the past month than I had in my entire life about such things. I want to assess my own knowledge as well as your skills."

Diane simply nodded, as she had no idea what to say.

"Now, let me explain how I think the link operates. Sexual activity will generate energy, which can be projected over the link."

"Or stored," said Diane. "That's what my problem is."

"Yes, but as I said, we're taking a step back. You can store it, but you can also use it or project it as you generate it. Now, are you reasonably sure you can do that?"

Diane thought the fact that Debby was asking implied there was a problem. "I guess I don't know. Heather was the only one I ever projected anything to and she refused it." She drew her knees up again. "Are you saying even that's defective? That I was never projecting anything at all?"

"It's possible you may be blocked in that area."

"But the line energy, I can project that. I know I projected something."

Debby squeezed her hand. "Yes, dear, you did. There is no doubt about that. But it was a different form of energy, more raw and powerful."

Diane did not think the conversation was getting her anywhere. She pulled her hand from Debby's and said, "Just tell me what you want me to do."

Debby gave her a smile Diane assumed was supposed to reassure her. "We're going to try a simple experiment. I am going to stimulate you, gently at first, and you are going to try to project the energy at me."

"At you? What will that do?"

"It will prove whether you can project your own energy properly and at what level."

"No, I mean what will the energy do to you? Any time I've projected -- thought I was projecting -- it was used right away for something. What's going to happen so I know whether it's working or not?"

Debby looked thoughtful for a moment before responding in a cautious voice, "The energy originated from sexuality, so it can be converted back. I will let it stimulate me in kind. It should be, ah, obvious enough that I am being affected. Mind you, there may be a lag between me receiving the energy and my body's responses. Please don't fret if you don't see anything happen right away."

Diane nodded and tried to quell her doubt. She watched as Debby stood and slipped out of her robe. It fell from her mature, matronly frame, leaving her naked.

Diane's pussy warmed, but it was more a conditioned response than anything else. Her eyes wandered over Debby's nude body, searching for inspiration to become more aroused on her own.

Debby sat on the edge of the bed and draped a hand over Diane's thigh. "Do you need a little help?" she asked in a soft voice.

Diane's cheeks burned. She should not need it. All the Harbingers seemed to get hyper-aroused at the slightest provocation. She should be no different.

She understood her problem. She felt should be saving this for Heather, when they finally had some time together. It was hard not to resent the need for these lessons or Melinda's emotional drain on Heather.

"Please, lie back," Debby said. "I want this to be pleasant for you."

She slowly complied, and Debby slid next to her, lying on her side. She slid a hand up Diane's belly, drawing a small intake of breath which became a husky sigh when Debby cradled Diane's breast in her hand. Diane shivered as Debby squeezed the petite flesh, fingertips swirling against a now hardening nipple.

Swirls became rubs, rubs became hard strokes, until Diane's nipple appeared as a tiny phallus. Diane let out a quavering sigh as Debby leaned towards her, eyes fluttering closed as Debby lashed at the nipple with her tongue. Diane swallowed and let out a soft, breathy moan, grateful for the slow and gentle approach. Had the other Harbingers done as such during her enslavement, it would have been far more tolerable.

Debby slipped her free hand between Diane's trembling thighs and was greeted with warm, wet flesh. Diane moaned and spread her legs as Debby's fingers sank into her. Again, Debby started easy and changed the tempo of her strokes in a steady and slow rise which matched Diane's pleasure.

As she descended into tender delight, Diane remembered why she was doing this. She found the energy stream and coaxed it over the link to Debby. She hoped that is what she had done; everything which she thought she knew suddenly seemed so abstract. She forced herself not to second-guess and went with what felt right.

Debby squirmed against her and let out a soft sigh. "I can feel it, Diane," Debby said in a breathy voice. "And rather sooner than I thought I would."

"Uhng ... d-do you want me to ease off?" Diane asked through the fog of rising pleasure.

"No, please, keep going ... oh Goddess ... s-see if you can sustain it."

Diane let out a gasp as her pleasure spiked when Debby's fingers eased inside her. She spread her legs further, her head tilting back as her pussy ached for more. Debby panted near her ear, hot breath brushing her shoulder. Diane wondered why she began bouncing on the mattress until she realized her hips had fallen into the same rhythm as Debby's finger-thrusts.

"Uhng! ... Uhhn!..." Diane moaned. "P-please, keep going."

Diane heard another rhythmic sound, like a repeated quick slide of the sheet against the mattress, falling into the exact cadence as her hips. She glanced to her side and saw Debby's hips jerking as well.

"Oh Goddess," Debby moaned. "It's like I'm d-doing this to both you and me at the same time."

Diane gasped as Debby pumped her fingers into Diane's pussy until she strained at the edge of orgasm. Debby's hand faltered, and Diane was left hanging for another few excruciating seconds, her cunt tightening around Debby's fingers. She let out a shrill cry when her pussy finally let go. Debby's fingers pressed hard against her clit, turning her throbbing into a pounding which made her gasp with each pulse.

Debby let out a desperate cry. She spread her legs and shot her free hand between her thighs, stroking her clit with wild abandon to an increasingly strained look on her face. She abruptly let out a powerful gasp, and her hips jerked as she whimpered and moaned through the first few seconds of her delayed orgasm.

Her hand fell away from Diane's pussy, unable to sustain it in the throes of her own climax. Diane rolled onto her side, facing Debby. "Are you all right, Mrs. Radson?" she asked in a voice which quavered through the remnants of her own orgasm.

"Y-yes ... yes, Diane ... g-give me a moment..." Debby's knees fell to either side, her fingers still slowly working her pussy. She let out one last soft gasp and tiny jerk of her hips. "Quite all right," she said as she gave Diane a weak smile. "First I had not expected you to make me rise so fast, but then I did not expect it would not carry me over."

"I'm sorry," Diane said with a small sigh.

"No apologies needed! You channeled your energy extraordinarily well. Better than perhaps other Harbingers can."

Diane's eyes widened. "But that's not possible! I mean ... unless my new ability..."

She trailed off. Of course that had to be it. Where she still did not truly believe her new ability was really hers to begin with, it hardly made this talent any more legitimate.

"It is possible that it helped, yes," Debby said. "But I can state without a doubt that there is nothing wrong with your energy channeling abilities. So Heather really was refusing your help."

Diane was not sure whether to be comforted or upset at this news. "But why? That's what's frustrated me about this whole thing!"

"Have you asked her?"

"Yes, and I get the same answer each time: that it's a waste of time because Ms. Bendon is too strong. I mean, she might be right, but about two weeks ago, Jason suggested we all pool our energy and try to free her, and she freaked out. She made us promise not to try it. Jason figured she knew something about Laura's power that she was not allowed to tell us or something like that."

Debby sat up and cradled Diane's cheek. "I'm sure it hasn't stopped you from trying."