Shadows From the Past
Chapter 35

Copyright© 2012 by A Strange Geek

Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 35 - The Harbingers have little cause to celebrate either their recent victory or the coming holidays. Jason is beside himself, desperately searching Elizabeth's journal for clues to combat the Darkness and fulfill a promise to find Richie's father, all while Heather falls deeper under Laura's control and Melinda to her own mother. Little do they know they will soon be confronting something even more difficult than the Darkness itself.

Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Mind Control   Magic   Slavery   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Extra Sensory Perception   Paranormal   Incest   Mother   Son   Sister   Daughter   Cousins   Aunt   Humiliation   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Sex Toys   Squirting   Exhibitionism  

Richie could not keep to a single coherent train of thought as he pedaled home. It did not help that one involved a nice hard fuck with Heather whose big boobs were pressed into his back.

He tried not to resent Diane or Debby for depriving them of their opportunity. Richie wanted to get over it, but the more he tried to push the desire away, the more stubbornly it remained. His cock had hovered at half-mast since leaving Debby's house, flirting with all-out erection when his thoughts drifted back to the prurient.

His need was not born from a desire to control her, as sometimes it had in the past, but then came his father's scathing reply: Yeah, right. That why she's doing the horny two-step back there thanks to you?

Richie clenched his teeth as Heather shifted position again and uttered a short, husky sigh in his ear. He wanted to scream that he had no choice, that nowadays it seemed to just happen. If he wanted one of the Harbinger girls, she got hot for him. He didn't remember how it started or when, but he had no idea how to stop it.

Or you just don't want to know.

Richie grunted and took a turn too fast. Heather yelped when the bike nearly slid out from under them. He righted it in time before the front wheel could bump the curb. For fuck's sake, even Jason does it to Cassie! he shot back.

"Richie, you okay?" Heather said in a slightly quavering voice.

"Yeah, fine," Richie snapped. "Just fucking peachy."

He slowed through the next turn, but the bike slid anyway on the fresh snow cover. A few flakes still drifted down from a patchy twilight blue and gray sky, stinging his face as he picked up speed.

"Thank you for taking me to Mrs. Radson's and back, Richie," Heather said as her home appeared around the bend in the road. "My bike's in no condition to ride, and Melinda's would never have handled this snow."

Richie said nothing until he was about to race past the Sovert house, as if he never intended to drop her off. He wanted to take her back to his house and fuck her brains out. At the last second he took his feet from the pedals and scraped them along the snowy ground, cursing under his breath when the snow soaked into his socks.

"Well, here you are," Richie said. "And yeah, no prob."

Heather loosened her grip around his waist but did not let go. Richie still felt her bosom against his back, the pressure going up and down with the rhythm of her quickened breath.

"Um, Richie?" Heather said in a tentative voice. "Could we go to your house for a bit?"

Richie frowned. "What the hell for?"

Heather uttered a sigh both exasperated and husky. "Because I'm really fucking horny right now," she said in a strained voice.

Richie's hands curled tighter around the handlebars. He tried again to suppress his lust, but his cock swelled and ached from its awkward confinement. "Shit, I didn't mean--"

"Never mind what you meant, okay?" Heather said. "All I know is I'm wet and I could really use a fuck."

"You're not making this any easier."

"I'm not trying to." She hugged him and whispered in his ear. "I'm trying to get your cock in my pussy."

Richie closed his eyes and let out a low sigh. He writhed until his cock managed to shift into a less uncomfortable position. "Give me a freakin' break, Heather. Where the hell are we gonna do it?"

"If your mother's not home yet, can't we just do it at your house?"

"I have no fucking clue when my mother will be home. She doesn't keep to any sort of schedule."

Heather uttered a frustrated sigh. "I wouldn't push this hard if I didn't feel the need this bad."

"Yeah, what the hell is up with that?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's the link. It was always pushing us into having sex with different partners. I got so messed up when I was given to Mistress that maybe it's trying to catch up."

Richie frowned. "Shit, I'd wish you'd stop calling that fucking bitch Mistress all the time."

"I can't help it! Now, please, let's go to your house and see if we can do this."

"Fine, but don't get your hopes up," Richie grumbled as he pushed off and pedaled past the Sovert house.

Richie's head spun with dozens of different excuses he could make for Cathy's presence, and each one sounded more lame than the last. He dreaded the idea that Heather would think less of him for the arrangement he perpetuated with Cathy almost as much as what Jason would say.

Richie turned up his driveway and skidded to a stop before the keypad. He punched in the security code, and when the door slowly rumbled up, it revealed the bumper of a car.

"My mother's home already," Richie said. "So you can forget that idea."

Heather remained silent as the door rose. She did not release her hold on him, and her breath quickened.

"You're gonna have to walk back to your place," Richie said. "My Mom's heard the door go up so she'll be expecting me inside."

"Richie, I--" Heather said in a helpless voice.

"Look, we can't do it now, okay? Not with my mother home."

Heather finally slid off the seat and wandered into the garage, looking around. Richie frowned and walked his bike inside between the car and the wall. "What?"

"Could we ... we could do it in here," Heather said in a low voice. "If we're quiet."

Richie stared at her over the top of the car. "Are you fucking nuts?"

Heather looked towards the door to the house as Richie came around the back of the car. "I can't hear anything from inside. I bet we could be quiet enough."

"I don't mean that. This garage isn't heated, and it's fucking freezing out!"

Heather turned her head when a ticking sound rose from the front end of the car. She placed her hand on the hood. "This is still warm. I could lay on here."

"Heather, that's ... that's fucking kinky, actually."

Heather smiled and stepped up to him. She draped a hand over his crotch. "And you don't have to worry about getting cold, since you'll be inside my nice warm pussy."

Richie ran his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts through her coat. "Shit, I don't fucking believe I'm going to do this."

Heather squirmed and let out a husky sigh, leaning into his touch. "As much as I enjoy this, you better get back in the house and check in with your mother."

Richie reluctantly removed his hands. "And just what the hell am I gonna say to her to explain me going back out to the garage?"

Heather's gaze darted frantically around the garage before falling on the bicycle. "Tell her something's wrong with your bike and you want to work on it."

"Yeah, okay. I'll get hell for working on it now, but I don't give a shit anymore."

"Your Mom doesn't seem to care much about--"

"I don't mean her. Never mind, long story. I'll be right back."

Richie thumped the garage door button with his fist as he headed inside, then slammed the door to the garage not a scant second before both Cathy and Sandra appeared at the end of the hall.

"What the hell took you so long to get inside?" Sandra demanded.

"Problem with my bike," Richie said. "Have to go back and work on it."

Cathy sighed. "Richie, I've been waiting all afternoon for you." She gestured to herself. "I even bought all this just for you."

If Richie's cock had not already been hard, it would not have had far to go after looking at Cathy's outfit. A frilly pink robe reaching only to the tops of her thighs was open in the front, revealing a very tight bra and skimpy panties of lacy black, the material translucent enough for him to see the outlines of her areolae and labia. Her legs were clad in black fishnets attached to a matching garter belt.

Yet as enticing as she was and as ready as his cock was, his mind was still on the hot redhead about to spread herself out on her Mom's car. Fuck, that really IS kinky, he thought.

"Yeah, you look great, Cathy, but it's not gonna mean jack shit if I let my bike fall apart, and I have an accident," said Richie. "And there's too many ways to hurt the family jewels on a bike. Want that to happen to me?"

Cathy gasped, eyes wide, and shook her head.

"All right, what shit are you trying to pull?" Sandra demanded.

Richie eyed her Aura. It writhed about as if agitated, spinning a little faster as he watched. "What shit? Bike's broke, I'm gonna fix it."

"Since when do you get to anything that fast?"

Richie rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, yeah, you caught me. I'm really working on my secret death ray. Tomorrow I conquer the world. Or I would have, if it hadn't been for your great mothering skills. Way to go, Mom, you spoiled my career as a supervillian."

Cathy hid her mouth behind her hand and giggled.

Sandra sighed and glanced towards the kitchen. "You're damn lucky I have dinner to prepare or I'd go out there and find out what's really going on."

"For chrissakes, I can't cut a break around here!" Richie cried. "If I let the bike fall apart, you'd ream me for not being responsible enough to fix it when I should have. So now I want to fix it, and you yell at me for that? What the fuck do you want from me?"

Sandra's eyes softened slightly. "What's wrong with it?"

Richie had a ready answer, as he knew his bike inside and out. "Fucking chain keeps trying to come off when I shift gears."

"Thought you fixed that last month."

"Yeah, I thought I did, too. Fucking el-cheapo crap they sold me at the store."

Richie's lie had a kernel of truth. He was already disappointed with the new chain, and it was only a matter of time before it slipped again. He watched as his mother's Aura grew more placid.

"Okay, fine," Sandra said in a flat voice. "Go fix your bike, but dinner is going to be ready in about twenty minutes."

"This means we can't fuck until after dinner, doesn't it?" Cathy said in a disappointed voice.

"I'm too hungry to enjoy it anyway," Richie said.

"Can I come along and watch you work?" Cathy said, starting down the hallway as Sandra headed back into the kitchen.

"What, are you fucking insane? It's freezing in there. Bad enough I have to freeze my ass off doing this. Just go back in the living room."

Cathy paused, gave him another disappointed look, then turned and headed away.

Richie let out a sigh of relief and ducked back into the garage. He stopped short and stared as the door closed behind him. "Holy..."

Heather lay on her back on the hood of his mother's car. She had stripped herself of everything from the waist down and slid herself forward so her hips lay near the edge, her feet drawn up and legs splayed. Her pussy lay bare and inviting, her folds glistening and oozing. A drop trickled down her groin and ran down the side of the car.

"Like what you see?" Heather said in a husky voice, giving him a small grin.

"Fuck yeah."

"I figured we wouldn't have a lot of time, and frankly, I don't think either one of us needs the foreplay. Now, please," Heather placed her hands under her thighs and spread her legs further. "Fuck me as hard as you can."


Diane trembled as she knelt upon the bed, the pillow and vibrator jammed under her mound. Her breath was a steady, soft pant, the vibrator buzzing on its lowest setting as it had been for what felt like forever but what Debby had promised would be no more than ten minutes.

She resisted the urge to rock her hips and rub her clit against the shaft of the vibrator. Her pleasure had risen to a maddening low plateau and remained. Her nipples felt hard and tingled with need. She almost begged Debby to touch them.

Her eyes were closed as she envisioned a stream meandering through a meadow, its banks far wider and deeper than the water which flowed within. Debby had been very particular about how she was supposed to envision it.

"Very good, Diane," Debby said in a gentle voice. "Imagine it as a gentle flow. Don't let it get any faster or deeper just yet."

Diane swallowed and nodded.

"Imagine it tied to your sexual pleasure. Your pleasure won't get any higher if it doesn't."

Diane let out a long breath as the vibrator's buzz became more insistent. She shivered and tried to clench the muscle Debby had pointed out at the start of the session. She trembled with the effort and tried to keep the imagery alive in her mind.

"I'm s-still rising," Diane breathed, her hips squirming.

She felt Debby's hand on her hip. "Keep still if you can. You're doing fine, Diane. You're rising less quickly than you would have. Try to hold it as long as possible."

Diane's hips jerked and she uttered a gasp when her pleasure spiked suddenly. She let out a ragged breath, her thighs tensing as she sought to regain control over a muscle she could not see and barely feel. The spike slowly eased.

"Oh, excellent, Diane!" Debby said. "Very nice recovery."

"I can't hold it for long," Diane moaned.

"That's all right. Now, imagine the stream running faster and higher. Slowly. Let the water ease in."

Diane squeezed her eyes further shut to block out as much ambient light as possible. She imagined herself standing by the stream watching it rise. She managed to get a clear enough picture that she could almost hear the rush of water rise in volume as more swirled in from the headwaters.

Diane uttered a soft moan as her pleasure rose to match, and her breath quickened. She tried to remain still, but her hips squirmed anyway.

"That's it," Debby said. "Keep control. Keep it there."

Diane heard the buzzing grow louder, but she felt no immediate spike in stimulation. Only when she absently shifted her weight to relieve a slight cramp in one of her legs, her pussy sliding forward on the shaft of the vibrator, did she feel the surge of rising pleasure.

Diane gasped and tried to take control again. She tensed and squirmed as she managed to push it down, but just barely. "I think I-I'm losing it," she murmured.

"Hold on just a little longer," Debby said. "You really are doing just fine."

Was the buzzing louder again? She told herself she was imagining things. She envisioned the stream again, now a small river which came into very sharp focus. For a moment she was able to block out all else save for her aching and buzzing pussy.

"More water now," Debby said. "Imagine the river running higher, but not quite all the way."

In Diane's mind's eye, water roared forth and lapped at the banks, as if receiving a flood of rainwater from upstream. She uttered a gasp and shivered as her pussy began a precipitous rise, and she realized that Debby had indeed turned up the vibration under the cover of speaking to her.

"Uhng! ... Uhnn..." Diane moaned, struggling to regain control. She managed to slow the rocket towards orgasm, but crept upwards until her pussy strained near the edge. "I-I'm going to cum ... I have to cum ... oh God..."

"Easy, easy," Debby said. "It's okay. Delay as much as possible. Let the river you're envisioning come to the top of the banks."

Diane panted hard, trembling from the effort to keep her hips as still as possible to stave off the final crest. She had almost lost the imagery, but when she reestablished it, the river had become a raging torrent close to overflowing its banks.

"Do you have that in your head now?"

Diane nodded quickly, her hands clenching and unclenching, an ache forming inside her where the muscle she held gripped so tight began to fatigue.

"Now the other imagery I told you about. The little pool off to the side. Let me know when you have it."

Diane struggled to remember as her pussy strained harder. Her mental image had almost dissolved before she added it to her mental landscape. Just off to the side of the river, she had envisioned a depression in the ground, empty of water.

Diane whimpered and nodded. She wasn't going to be able to hold it for more than a few seconds. Her pussy strained so hard at the edge that it ached in a less pleasant manner. Her thighs clenched, radiating the discomfort down her legs.

"Let the water rise to the banks and flow gently into the pool, then let go."

Diane threw all her remaining mental discipline into that one idea, and water began pouring into the depression faster than she had intended. Before she could correct it, the imagery dissolved for good when her pussy erupted into its too long suppressed orgasm. Her hips rocked, sliding her clit along the shaft and spiking the intensity even harder.

Debby suddenly gasped and panted. "Uhng! ... oh Goddess ... oh, yes, Diane ... v-very good ... uhhng!"

The imagery long since gone, Diane opened her eyes. She saw Debby on her back, legs splayed, her bosom rising and falling with her quickened breath. Diane moaned as her climax slowed and fell into a steady, gentle rhythm, a delightfully constant flow of pleasure she had never managed except sometimes with Heather, and only when everything happened just right.

"Oh God," Diane moaned. "Oh wow."

"K-keep going," Debby breathed. "Oh Goddess, that's wonderful!"

Diane closed her eyes just to enjoy the sensation a little longer without any distraction. She tried to conjure the river again, as she was supposed to let it retreat from the banks along with her orgasm, but it would not come.

"It's fading," Diane said with some chagrin. "I can't maintain it any more."

"That's okay ... you did very well ... mmm, nice..." Debby let out a slow, satisfied sigh and sat up. She smiled at Diane. "I must say, I feel a little guilty."

Diane's hips squirmed. She could still feel her pussy throbbing faintly. "Huh? Why?"

"I feel I may be doing this for partially selfish reasons. That was intensely pleasurable."

Diane's lips twitched into a small smile. "I guess I did do a few things right." Her hips shifted again. "And, wow, I only just stopped cumming now."

Debby switched off the vibrator and extracted it. "Considering you've only just started learning to do this, you've come quite a long way. Right now you seem to be better at keeping your orgasm going rather than slowing your rise."

"I can't believe it went on that long," Diane said as she pulled the pillow out from under her. "I've had that happen to me maybe twice, and I never knew what caused it."

"Sometimes if you're with the right person, and you're in the right mental state, it can indeed just happen."

Diane's smile widened. "Well ... I was with Heather those two times. And when I did it just now, I couldn't get the picture of the river in my head, at least not completely."

Debby nodded. "You and your fellow Harbingers have already tapped further into your sexuality than many adults have done their entire lifetimes."

"And you don't mean just that we've had more sex than most adults have had."

"To be honest, that may also be true. But, no, just the act of having sex does not give you any further insights into the potential of your sexuality." Debby paused and lay a hand on Diane's thigh. "If there is anything positive to come out of Haven, it will at least leave all of you with the ability to have a far more rewarding sex life in the future."

"If that will carry over if ... when the Darkness is gone," Diane said in a soft voice.

Diane saw the brief look of melancholy in Debby's eyes. Despite having made progress, Diane had trouble seeing beyond it. The idea that her mother had almost been taken by Heather's mother had given her a renewed pessimism about the future.

She felt the need to explain her feelings to Debby so she would not feel like she had failed Diane somehow, but Debby responded before she could find the right words. "It's true that the presence of the Darkness is a catalyst, but I see no reason why you would all lose your insight unless you chose to neglect it. In the meantime, we'll take it one step at a time."

Diane nodded and decided not to mention her mother after all.

"What I want you to take away from today's session is that you have learned how to be more in control of your sexuality. That is very important."

Diane gave Debby a tiny smile. She did feel a little less vulnerable, though she was unsure how long that would last. She hoped this was the start of a break with her submissiveness. Maybe now she would not feel like she was in danger of being enslaved every time she was alone.

At the same time, she could not help but be glad that Jason lived on the other side of town.


I can't believe I'm doing this.

On the heels of that thought was the realization that this could have been said about a lot of things which Heather had done after finding the House. Having sex on the hood of a car while her partner's mother was in the house was something she would hear about others doing and shake her head at how foolish they were to risk discovery.

Then again, none of them had stakes as high as hers riding on the sexual act.

Heather panted hard as Richie's body slapped against hers almost loud enough to drown out her moans. Her blouse was open and her bra lifted so her breasts could bounce freely with his vigorous thrusts. The nipples were rock-hard from both her mounting excitement and the biting cold.

"Oh God," Heather moaned in a breathy voice as she tried to keep her voice down. "Oh yeah ... yeah, like that..."

Richie grunted and tightened his arms around her legs, rocking his hips harder until Heather clutched her breasts when they ached from bouncing so hard. Heather closed her eyes and tried to think of nothing but his cock in her needy folds. It became easier as her pleasure rose, her pussy straining for release.

This has to work, Heather pleaded before the rising tide of sexual bliss drowned out her thoughts.

"Harder ... fuck me harder..." Heather pleaded.

 
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