The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Aurora sat outside on Julia’s porch. The sun was just barely up, but she couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t because of the confrontation with The Spiral. It wasn’t because of Julia’s stories about Olivia. Those were there, but she could deal with them. She knew those aches would get better with a little time.

The more immediate ache was Sylvia. She’d called Sarah and told her everything, but she hadn’t heard how Sylvia was. She’d been too afraid to ask, and it was hard not to let that worry float in the air.

She wished she knew if Sylvia was still thinking of her. The tugs she felt pulling her towards Rebeca kept getting stronger, and it made her feel the same way she felt when Sylvia was near. She felt sick every time her mind mulled over the situation. Each time it got harder not to tell Rebeca about the whole sordid mess and ask for her help. She had that helmet thing and if Sylvia wasn’t thinking about her anymore, maybe it was best if Aurora wasn’t thinking about her either.

No . . . That’s a bad road to start thinking down. You can’t just rely on her as much as she’s offering. She can’t do everything for you. You can’t just let her do everything for you. Even if you did call her up to hang out because you were feeling lonely. It’s just easier to relax with her around. That’s all. She makes me feel safer. That’s all.

Julia had already left for work, and Rebeca wasn’t showing up fast enough. She never showed up fast enough. Time seemed to slow down whenever Aurora thought of her. Sometimes it was a good slow, but sometimes it felt like she was missing a part of herself.

Definitely staying independent. Right. When you first met her you asked to be her sidekick. Then you shoved her away when she was mind-controlled and wanting you. Now you’re feeling lovesick. Make up your mind.

It didn’t help that she didn’t have a job. She’d been working for Linda for so long that she’d forgotten how nice it was to have eight hours where she was too busy to think. Not even hearing her own longing sigh, Aurora stared off in Rebeca’s direction as the morning crawled on.

The traffic was horrible. Beth found it bad enough she needed to be at work no later than 6:03 when some days the sun wasn’t even awake yet. In the summer, it somehow beat her out the door, but it was still a rotten hour to do anything but sleep. Everyone on the road seemed similarly angry and she lost track of how many people cut her off.

By the time Beth parked, at the far end of the parking lot of course, it was already 5:58. Cursing under her breath louder than she usually spoke, she picked up the pace. She’d already been late three times the previous week due to construction. Of course it was in just the right spot to make every detour an impossibility. Things were just not going Beth’s way.

She reached up to grasp her badge on its pull-string lanyard. At least it’s Friday, she thought to herself. Call volume isn’t too bad on Fridays. Guess people are too drunk to break their computers.

Just like always the door made a familiar high-pitched beeping sound as she swiped her badge over the sensor. The light on the door turned red for a second from its previous green and then flashed back before she had time to pull it open. Oh fuck. Wonderful. I’m going to be late because the door is pulling a HAL. I always knew the receptionist wasn’t a big fan of me, but I didn’t think she’d ever try to get me fired! She tried swiping her badge again, this time with a hand already on the door handle, and it opened just like she hoped. Success! Take that, bitches who get paid to sit on their asses!

Without warning the door pulled itself open more than she pushed it, and as soon as Beth recovered from the near fall she grumbled. Her gaze was on the floor anyway since she was prepared to become very intimate with it, and that was when she saw the shoes. Glancing up, she was surprised to discover that they were on the security guard’s feet.

“So it’s not enough to mess with the door to try and get me fired, you gotta try to kill me too to get your rocks off?!” Beth was trembling with frustration. Her curly black hair bounced as she motioned angrily back at the door. “I mean, what the hell was that?!”

The security guard, some nameless woman who in Beth’s perspective was too butch to fit in any other position, just stood there. She didn’t respond, she didn’t acknowledge Beth. Blinking was the extent of her activity. She was apparently breathing, but Beth pondered changing that. She felt her rage would give her an edge even though she was just some customer service phone monkey.

Even more frustrated, she moved on to the inner door and passed her badge over its green light. It beeped, but the light didn’t change. “Okay, this is starting to freak me out! What the fuck is going on here?!”

When the security guard still wouldn’t respond, Beth shuddered. Okay, decision time. Is your job worth this? No? Then why are you still here? She stayed still, hand on the inner door handle for a long time before shaking her head. There were no good reasons she could come up with to stay if she had to tolerate such excessive bullshit. With a huff she spun around and started tugging at the outside door handle. The security guard had at least let it go after pulling it open, but now the door was locked.

Beth desperately tugged and twisted the handle. It didn’t budge. There was no spot to swipe a badge to get out. There were cameras to see when people left. When you entered was all the company cared about. She couldn’t even remember how many of her co-workers had just walked out. The door hadn’t been locked then.

“Look, if I’m fired, just tell me! I won’t sue or anything, promise! If it’s this big of a deal, I won’t even file for unemployment!” Still just a blank, focused stare. She looked down at her wrist. Her watch read 6:10. If they don’t fire me, they better not expect this to count against my attendance. I would have clocked in by now! She tried again, and heard a card’s beep followed by an opening door. Unfortunately for her it wasn’t someone desperately trying to get in since the beep was coming from behind her.

Beth looked through the glass door as it opened and saw a very strange looking woman. She was wearing a black turtleneck and black slacks. That part was normal. The crazy part was the amount of black makeup she wore around her eyes, and her spiked purple hair that looked so full of gel the points might break glass.

Around her neck was a lanyard, the kind that was more of a professional necklace that rested over her neck. The white card that hung from it had a wide-open eye printed on it, looking like an overly-pixelated insignia. “Oh, Beth! Sorry about that. No one told you about the new management! You see, old boss was a bitch. Real bitch.”

Beth trembled as she leaned back against the door and kept trying the handle. “Yeah, you got that right, total bitch! No argument here! You the new boss then? You look a little . . . strange for upper management . . .” The woman reached up to grasp her badge, showing off one of her tight black latex gloves with a white version of the same blocky symbol. “But that’s not a bad thing. I mean, come on, who doesn’t love weird upper management! Shakes things up!”

“Oh, and I intend to shake things up! I’m starting with our security policy. See, that’s the company I worked for. The company your company contracts out to for security. My boss there, a total bitch. Your old boss is a sweetie, though she’s gotten a demotion out of the mess. Poor woman. She worked so hard, but I’m confident if she shows a good strong work ethic she’ll be back up there again!” She laughed as she held the card out towards Beth. “But do you want to know the best part?”

“N-no . . . Honestly I just want to go home . . .” Beth felt like an idiot as soon as the words left her mouth, but she couldn’t take them back. Luckily for her, the strange woman didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she laughed. Beth sighed in relief.

For a moment Beth saw something reassuring flash in the woman’s eyes. Did that mean she was going to get to go? Did it mean she was free from whatever was going to happen? She’d probably contact the media, they loved things like that, but she’d probably be caught eventually anyway. Things like that weren’t easy to get away with. At least, she hoped it wasn’t easy to get away with.

The woman laughed and sighed, slowly shaking her head. “Too bad. New security system, is really more designed for me than the company. Now be a good girl.” Beth trembled as the badge got closer and closer to her forehead.

“Beep!” Beth’s voice tore out of her throat of its own volition. If she’d had a mirror she would have seen red flashing in her eyes as she slumped back against the door. Her legs spread apart as she slid down and hit the floor with a soft thud. Her mouth hung half open as her eyes fluttered half shut for a moment, and then opened wide. Her lips sealed neatly.

“Now, stand up silly. You have work to do for your new boss, same as the old boss.”

Listlessly, Beth rose to her feet. She stood at attention, back straight, legs together. She’d never had such good posture in her life and now she was seemingly frozen in place. The purple-haired woman traced a gloved fingertip along the curve of her cheek before pulling it back with a laugh.

Grinning, she stepped back over to the inner door and pressed her card against the lock. Another beep rang out, and she held it open. “First, make your way to your old boss’s office. I think I have a special job just for you.”

Beth nodded, her eyes staying open as though she were shocked, yet so much more passive. She walked focused but brisk and didn’t jump or squeak when the woman’s gloved hand squeezed her ass. Her thoughts were a hot perfect blank.

The clock in the reception room clicked into place at 6:15 as the door clicked shut.

Aurora and Rebeca sat down outside, pulling their processed burgers out of the white paper bag. Rebeca waited until Aurora took a sip of her milkshake before speaking. “I can’t believe you won’t let me get you a job. Come on, Aurora. I’m not just doing this because I know you. You’ve got a hard work ethic. You’d be a strong asset. Please?”

“Because it’s not good to work for someone that wants in your pants. Even if you didn’t hold the job over me, I’d be feeling it. Plus, my coworkers would hate me with a passion. If you get me a job, my panties and their contents are off limits. So, I’ll let you make that call.” Aurora took a small bite of the burger and quickly swallowed. “I’m not saying my pants’ll be off any time soon. Things are . . . complicated. You know that. But if you get me a job working for you, they won’t until I quit or get fired. I’d like a job a little more stable than that.”

“Fair enough.” Rebeca took a long sip from her Coke before letting out a dramatically low sigh. “What about a subsidiary? I’d have to pull strings to get you hired, and I won’t pull them. Instead, I’ll just let you put me down as a reference. Hell, depending on the hiring manager that might lose you a possibility. There’s no good reason for you to say no to that.”

The auburn-haired heroine raised her eyebrow and then sucked hard at the end of her straw until her mouth was full of milkshake. “I can think of several without breaking a sweat. I told you, I like being independent. But if that’ll get you to drop it, sure.”

Considering it a victory, even if only a small one, Rebeca grinned and nodded. “Works for me. There’s this one place not too far away from your aunt’s. They do call center work and data entry. Entry-level stuff. It might not be fun, but the money beats waitressing. I can even help you with a resume.”

There was no use in fighting. Aurora knew it. I swear the only reason she pokes me like that is to get me to refuse, and then concede. It’s really not much to ask, and it really would be helpful. I know she only wants to help. She’s trying to help me feel even more safe. Just the feeling I get, of just wanting to say yes to anything she asks before she asks it, is just a little too . . . I don’t want to depend on her. It’d be nice to be her arm candy, but . . .

Rebeca’s smug smile didn’t fade in the slightest. Eating seemed to fuel it. Aurora had to fight the urge to go out of her way to get rid of it. She could threaten not to accept her help, but the more she thought about it a little help with the resume wouldn’t be a bad thing. She’d only had one job, and Linda had accepted her application instantly.

“It’s still pretty early in the day. Do you think I’d be able to get it done in time to apply today? Otherwise I’d have to wait until Monday.” Eager as ever, Aurora wanted to get it over with. If they rejected her, she’d finally get Rebeca off her back. If they accepted her, she’d have a job. Then she could start planning for the next few months and pay her aunt a little for the room she was crashing. Julia insisted Aurora didn’t need to pay her anything, but she at least wanted to help. It seemed only fair.

“Sure. I’d suggest we do it at the base for the sake of it, but I want to give it another day or two. Oh, Flower left me a voice mail last night and said she’s feeling better and we should see her when we get together tomorrow night.”

After what happened with The Spiral, they had yet to reunite. Psiona felt like her privacy had been invaded. Flower had been reeling from the effect he ruby had on her. It only seemed right for them to take some time off and recuperate. They couldn’t be super heroines every day of the week or they’d burn out. A vacation seemed like a logical idea to all of them. It had also given Rebeca and Aurora a little more time to bond.

“Good. And if you could, tell . . . You know I never caught her name . . . but if you could tell our brunette friend that I hope we’ll see her too? It’s okay if not, but I’m gonna feel bad till she shows up.” Aurora put a finger to her lips and realized that she didn’t know Tunnel’s real name either.

“Her name is Ashley, and I’ll pass it on. I think she’ll show. I never thought she’d been changing her looks so . . . much. I’ve met her out of uniform with red hair before. She was hiding it even from us.” Plenty of reasons occurred to both Aurora and Rebeca, but they remained silent. “We’ll need to talk about it. We’ll all need to talk about a lot, including you taking a leadership role in the group. I really think you do it better than me.”

Aurora’s cheeks burned red and she hurriedly shook her head. “No . . . I don’t know about . . . maybe. Come on, finish eating and help me use one of your company’s strongest super computers to make a resume. I expect it to be printed on ivory. The ink should be no less than gold itself!”

Watching Aurora a little more than she should, Rebeca laughed.

“You said this was data entry and call center. Why did you need to buy me this suit again? I feel so . . . silly!” Aurora pouted as she stepped out of Rebeca’s car. Instead of her usual jeans and t-shirt, Aurora was wearing a short black skirt, a silky black blouse, and matching heels. “I don’t seem to remember why I let you dress me like this. I think you spiked my milksha- no wait, because I’m still wearing clothes you must have resisted that. Ha.”

Rebeca smirked and slid her sunglasses down her nose in a way much like Tunnel. “Because overdressing when you have a pitiful resume at least makes you look like you’re dedicated even if you aren’t experienced. You have what, a few years as a waitress? High school diploma? Just remember, Aurora Whitner. Whitner.”

Sighing, Aurora grabbed the black purse Rebeca had insisted on buying her and slung it over her shoulder. “You’re lucky I’m sick of you trying to get me to live with you and work for you.”

“I bet. I’d go in with you, but you’re just so damn certain that’d invalidate the application process. Sigh. You have your cell right? And my number?” Rebeca pulled her own out of the glovebox and held it up as if props were required for understanding. She even flipped it open with a flick of her wrist and raised an eyebrow. “Because I’ve got a spare.”

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it . . . besides, Sarah pays for my cell. She’d kill me if I didn’t have it on me. She trained me good. You take care, Beca.” Aurora waved her off. She’d forced Rebeca to park on the far side of the parking lot in case anyone might recognize her car. That was one of the reasons, anyway. Another was that she was awful with sharper heels and a little practice couldn’t hurt. She’d wanted the thicker heels, and boots, but Rebeca had insisted those wouldn’t work with the skirt.

When she got to the door; the big “now hiring” sign sitting in front of it made her sigh in relief. When she stepped inside, she was glad that she’d let Rebeca dress her. No one in there was dressed in anything like she’d expected. There were no jeans, only skirts or slacks. There were no t-shirts and leather jackets, only blouses or blazers.

She just hoped that the salary was worth it if she’d have to dress like that every day. The thought made her legs tense, but she willed herself to the receptionist’s desk. She’d gotten that far and she knew Rebeca would never let her live it down if she stopped then.

Reaching into the black purse, Aurora pulled out a professional silver flash drive and set it down on the receptionist’s desk. “I’m here to apply for . . . to apply?” Something about the place, the professional atmosphere perhaps, made Aurora feel on edge. She felt about as professionally appropriate as a tube top. She stared at the receptionist as she stabbed the thumb drive into her computer, clicked away, and then smiled. At the first hint of a curve to her lips, Aurora sighed in relief.

“Aurora Whitner . . . All right, why don’t you take a seat? We’ll call you back when we’re ready for you!” The receptionist’s voice was plastic happy. In a small way that made Aurora feel a little better. Acting happy seemed to mean feeling happy. With a shrug, she smiled and nodded before moving nearby to sit.

She glanced around the room, legs crossed at her ankles, and waited. She resisted the urge to look at the clock. Annoyingly, the clock was positioned on the wall opposite her. She tried to make her eyes wander without letting them slide up, but she lost that struggle every time.

“Sandra Taggart!”

“Kate Aisleigh!”

“Lee Brewer!”

The string of women disappearing through the doors unnerved her. It was especially unnerving that none of them came back out before the next name was called. Aurora kept smoothing her skirt and tried not to seem suspicious.

“Aurora Whitner!” Aurora blushed as she rose to her feet and approached the desk. She’d jumped up a little quickly, if not over-eagerly. “Take this with you, and go into room ten. Just keep walking, you can’t miss it.” The receptionist handed Aurora back her flash drive before clicking something under her desk. “Relax. You’ll do fine.”

Something about the plasticity of the receptionist’s voice, the way it sounded so rehearsed, made Aurora shiver as she headed to the door. As she passed through it she heard the locking mechanism click shut. Already on edge, Aurora looked down the hallway before her, desperate to find room ten.

Of course the hallway only had rooms one through four, and the second floor only had rooms five through nine. The third floor held many smaller rooms, no doubt offices, and room ten stood out right in the center. If I ever have to come up here again, I’ll remember to take that elevator I saw. I hope whoever interviews me enjoys knowing they made me climb two flights of stairs. At least no one is following me. Goddess I feel so out of place in this skirt. It’s something Sarah would wear . . . If she did formal.

“Aah!” As soon as her hand curved around the door handle she felt a light shock. It was a lot like static electricity, but she could have sworn she’d felt it after she’d already been holding the door and not on the initial touch. Aurora shook her head to clear away the blush, and then pulled open the door. Sitting behind a very fancy desk was a very unusual woman.

Aurora wondered if her spiked purple hair could put out an eye. Her gloves were unusual, as was the badge that hung around her neck, but the whole place felt unusual to her.

“May I have your resume . . . Aurora, was it? Our wireless system is a bit on the fritz.” It struck Aurora as odd that she’d know her name but not have the file, but then she quickly decided that she didn’t understand computers at all. She held out the drive and the woman inserted it into her computer. The screen faced away from Aurora, and even though she was sure she knew what the woman was seeing it made her feel intensely nervous. She couldn’t stop shifting and squirming. “You can sit, you know.”

“Oh! Of course! Sorry!” Flushing worse than she already was Aurora slid into the chair she’d been squeezing and tried not to blush any more than she needed to. At least I haven’t fallen over in these heels yet. Did she need to get me such porn-star heels?

For a long time the woman kept making various humming sounds, and then triumphantly clicked something on her keyboard. “Now, Aurora, this company is making a lot of changes. We’re still doing data entry, but the call center side is proving less profitable. Too much employee burnout. Too much overhead. The security some things call for . . .” She laughed as if Aurora should get the joke, and it took Aurora a moment to realize it and laugh with her.. “See, you understand. Would you still be willing to do data entry? Eight long hours every day. An hour lunch. Spreadsheet after spreadsheet. It’s very boring work.”

Aurora blinked. She hadn’t expected such a candid boss. “Well, yeah. That sounds a lot better, really. I’m good at monotonous repetitive tasks. It lets my mind stay focused. I’m a really hard worker. I don’t miss work. I’m in good health!”

“I can see that.” Something about the woman’s voice made Aurora squirm uncomfortably. “And a reference from Miss Draupnir? Not much job experience, but that’s better for this kind of work. Less time you’ve done it for other people will mean it’ll be longer you’ll want to do it for me. Good. So, want the job, Miss Whitner? I’m willing to hire you on the spot. Right now.”

“I . . . of course!” Aurora squealed, eyes glittering excitedly. “When would I start?” It took a great deal of strength for Aurora to resist jumping up and down in a mess of excited squeals. Her new shoes also helped.

“Well, when would you like to start?” The purple-haired woman stood and slowly walked around from behind her desk. Aurora realized she didn’t know her name, but was feeling far too giddy to embarrass herself by asking.

Idly, she wished that management had to wear identifying badges that didn’t just have weird symbols. Soon the woman was standing behind her, and Aurora turned her head to keep eye contact. There was a hungry look in the woman’s eyes that Aurora recognized a little too well. Her throat felt tight and dry. No good answers rose to her lips. It was clear the woman was hinting at more than starting a job.

This is probably one of those times where you shouldn’t wait to be reactive, and should just leave. That sounds like a great idea. Call Hope, tell her to fire the crazy purple-haired bitch, and get another job she has no affiliation with. Maybe Auntie Julia knows someone that’s hiring . . . Aurora started to stand.

“I think I’ll pass, actually. I don’t need the job that badly. Now if you’ll just point me to the exit Miss . . .?” She raised an eyebrow as she looked right into the purple-haired woman’s eyes. Something deep inside of them seemed off. Nothing was physically wrong with them. They were pretty. Maybe a little too powerful for Aurora to feel safe, but this wasn’t the first time. Aurora never liked not being the most intimidating person in the room.

“Oh, sorry. That was a question, but you gave the wrong answer. The correct answer, was right now.” She moved fast, quicker than Aurora could, and pressed the card to Aurora’s forehead.

Her eyes fluttered, struggling not to roll back. Her eyelids twitched. Her body stiffened tightly as she tried to resist. Can feel . . . feels like . . . sleep . . . but more . . . like . . . Tunnel’s eyes or . . . Mommy’s spark . . . Opening for the security badge, opening for her, have to open, no choice but to open, no will but to open, must open! Aurora’s eyes flashed red. “Beep!” Her lips moved without her consent, and all of the tension drained from Aurora’s body.

“Oh! See! There’s the answer! You’ll start working right now. No need to put off tomorrow whom you can do today, huh?” The purple-haired woman laughed, raising a hand in front of her face as if to punctuate it. Aurora didn’t respond, her eyes wide. They were only the slightest bit more open than usual, but enough to be obvious. “You’ll be all too happy to work for Proximiti, won’t you?”

Wordlessly, Aurora nodded. Her mind was open wide, and unlike the doors such cards were usually used to open, the doors of her mind weren’t falling shut by themselves. Her mind was blank of thoughts. Fragments were there, but they were merely suspended with nothing to drive them.

Proximiti laughed as she slowly stepped around her victim. Her hands teased along Aurora’s curves, groping and squeezing her softer places. “You even dressed up for me! You have a yummy firm body . . . I doubt you dress like this often. You’re teetering on those heels. A little tall to need such high heels, hmm? Sexy, though. Well, my patience is all used up. Strip, Aurora.”

Without words, Aurora obeyed. Button by button she opened her blouse, eventually revealing the tight black latex tube top she wore as Electrum. Her hands slid down to the skirt and unzipped it. The skirt pooled its slight mass over her feet. The tight black latex bike shorts she’d worn underneath glistened as she delicately stepped out of her heels.

Proximiti raised a curious eyebrow. “Why are you stopping, and just what are you doing in an outfit like that? Hardly seems becoming of a waitress. You didn’t say Linda’s was a juice bar or a strip club . . .”

“Aurora’s clothes are stripped. This is Electrum’s uniform. I’m a super heroine.” Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, but still flowed beautifully. There was still a faint quiver as her mind responded, without any emotion or interaction from Aurora.

“Oooh, one of those types. Icky. You’d make a much better stripper. You definitely have the body for it. Nice tits. Nice ass. Nice voice.” Grinning, she leaned close to the helpless girl. “Electrum then. Strip. You’re going to be even more fun than I thought.” Proximiti’s eyes hooded, and her lips curved into an overly satisfied grin. “Being a super villain is going to be more fun than I thought.”

Still just as blankly, Aurora pulled the small top over her head and dropped it onto the floor. Her hands rose up, fingers wiggling under the sides of her shorts as she leaned forward and slid them off down along her legs along with her panties. Her new tan lines nicely offset her breasts and the tender flesh between her thighs. The air conditioned office all on its own had already made her nipples harden with the faint stimulation.

“I think I’m really going to like you. I bet you have all sorts of so-yummy super heroine friends, too . . . and I’d just love to slide my fingers along that heiress’ curves. This is about a lot more than sex but well . . . fringe benefits. I am a firm believer.” Proximiti’s hands rubbed along Aurora’s bare skin, a more firm version of her previous touches. “Oh and you’re very firm, too. So it’s true, Rebeca Draupnir is a cape chaser. I never believed it.”

Aurora remained silent, only trembling. Her body felt the pleasure, as did her mind, but neither body nor mind had anything driving it to respond. If she’d been able to she would have moaned. If she’d had complete control of her faculties she would do something a lot more violent, but those impulses were even further away.

Proximiti’s grin was beginning to hurt. “Damn you’re fine. But! There’s no need to go slow about this. It’s not like you’ll get bored. I know I won’t. If I do, I can always take another applicant. But, I think you’re the best little treat I’m going to get.” Walking over behind her desk, Proximiti typed something quickly into the keyboard. “There. Now applications are over for the day. The rest can come back tomorrow. Maybe by then I’ll have my raging libido under control. Damn these things are too fun!”

The purple-haired woman held the card up as if to kiss it before pulling it quickly back and letting it drop around her neck. Laughing to herself, the villain climbed quickly over the desk and stepped again in front of Aurora. Naked, visibly aroused, she didn’t respond. She blinked still, but her eyes remained as wide after.

Without words, Proximiti slid her fingers through Aurora’s hair, turned her around, and bent the woman over her desk. She barely waited a moment before running her fingers along the heroine’s ass, kneading, squeezing, and then delivering a nice firm swat. Young and supple, the flesh of her ass blushed as Proximiti lavished it with attention. Harder, quicker swats followed without any apology or hesitance.

Aurora shook against the desk. Her lips parted to help her shuddering breathing, but otherwise she barely reacted at all. Even when Proximiti’s fingers began to rawly stroke along her slit, all she did was breathe quicker. Lust flowed along Proximiti’s fingers as they thrust deep inside of her. “Mmmm young and tight, warm and wet too. But fun as it is to use you however I want . . . I want to hear you moan. Moan for me, my little super slut. Mmm and just to make sure you stay cooperative, let’s give you another dose. Never saw it wear off on the test subjects, but you hero types are famous for shrugging this kinda stuff off.”

Proximiti slid the lanyard off and pressed the badge to Aurora’s eyes. Again color flashed into her eyes, but otherwise there was no reaction. When Proximiti’s fingers thrust back into Aurora’s pussy, she screamed. “Damn, I think a girl could get off just from enough of that! Louder, you little card slut!”

She moaned, so loud her throat hurt, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered to her was moaning, and she was apparently very good at that. It didn’t mellow her, and her eyes still were just as blank while she screamed. Proximiti’s fingers thrust quicker. Each time her palm smacked roughly into the girl’s ass. The sound of firm flesh slapping into her latex glove made Proximiti shiver almost as much as Aurora’s moans.

Laughing, Proximiti slid her other hand through Aurora’s hair, pulling it back to elegantly arch her neck. “Now the next time I fill up your slutty little cunt you’re going to burst like the wet little card slut you are, just burst and burst and burst . . . I need to test just how slut-proof these gloves are.”

A lingering moan was Aurora’s response. Then another deep plunge, fingers, four, feeling like the woman almost planned to slide her whole hand inside, and Aurora’s eyes opened wider as she screamed, clenched, and came. Her thighs pressed together as tightly as they could, and her hips trembled. Her body kept clenching and she screamed again.

The office was filled with nothing besides Aurora’s moans and Proximiti’s laughter for a long time. Then, it was joined by the sound of the villain’s other hand slapping her ass.

Aurora blinked. She’d been watching the company’s instructional video. She knew that. It wasn’t Rebeca or even her parents in the video. The company was a subsidiary, not Draupnir Inc. It had the purple-haired woman in it. Aurora wasn’t alone in the room, but her clothes were disheveled and her hand was sliding up from between her legs.

She wiggled with embarrassment, and winced. Her ass was so sore. It felt like either she’d been bad – not that her parents had ever spanked her – or she’d been very good. Either way she wished she could remember.

Without giving it a second thought, she mentally blamed it on Rebeca with a soft giggle.

The real purple-haired woman, she’d said her name was Miss June or something, handed Aurora an opened bottle of water. “You said you were dehydrated. I know the video is boring, and it can even put you to sleep, but I hope you took it all in. The job really won’t be that hard, and you’ll be helping the world become a much better place. Rebeca will be glad to hear it, I’m sure.”

Aurora blushed. She had fallen asleep during the video, but she remembered it all somehow. Maybe she was good at sleep-learning. She couldn’t quite describe any of it, but it all felt just on the edge of her mental vision. “I’m sure she will! She told me there were some openings. Didn’t tell me how pretty the manager was, but I guess she just figured that I’d be able to figure that one out all on my own.”

Mortified, Aurora resisted the urge to hide her face in her hands. She didn’t talk like that. It felt good, and made her feel a little wet, but it was the kind of thing that got a girl fired. Or, it’s the kind of words that get a girl hired. She thought you were pretty. You gave her the goods. That’s the kind of girl you are.

Brown eyes crossed hard and half-tanned eyelids fluttered. It felt strange to think, but she couldn’t think of any reason to disagree with it. The thought had been hers, and she’d just flirted with her boss. She’d flirted with Rebeca plenty at lunch.

Sighing, Aurora spread her legs a little and leaned back. She arched her back. She was glad Rebeca had thought to get her such a short skirt. She undid two of the buttons of her top and fanned herself. She knew her Electrum uniform was under there, but . . . That’s something I wear because I’m a super slut. I’m a super slut, and super sluts don’t like anything more than getting all of their girlfriends together. Close. Miss June can help make sure that they all like the notion of a little proximity.

Her eyes fluttered, quickly and loosely. She felt so much more “right” than she’d felt when she’d come to. Why she’d had the silly notion that she was a proper girl didn’t occur to her at all. All of her friends wanted to get together soon. She could invite her boss . . .

She opened another button and arched a little more. “You know . . . I’m having a very private get-together with some very close, very sexy friends not too long from now. One of them is even rich. You’re welcome to come if you want. I don’t know exactly where it’s gonna be yet, but I think they’d all like you. You have such nice hands, and pretty eyes. They’d cream themselves just looking at you.”

As she waited for her boss’s answer she slid her fingertips along the edge of the revealed latex. Her pink tongue slid out to very slowly tease along her lips. Her legs pressed together and rubbed together that extra bit that screamed arousal.

“Oh, I’d love to. Here, just keep this with you.” A latex glove that glistened just the faintest bit extra slid in front of Aurora’s face holding a business card. With a grin, the teenage heroine slid it into the latex. “But for now, well, not a lot for you to do here. You should be out having fun, and I know just the kind of fun a girl like you has.”

Aurora nodded, sliding her tongue back out over her lips. “Can I call this if I get a little bit too lonely? I just might. I’m new to the area. I haven’t met a woman like you since . . . ever.”

Laughing, the older woman nodded and kissed the top of Aurora’s head. “You call me any time, day or night. If I can, I’ll pick you up. Or you, can drop by. You or . . . Just what was the name of that sexy alter-ego of yours? The one with all of those pretty super friends that I’ll be meeting?”

For a moment, something twitched in Aurora, and then she sighed. She saw my uniform. Fuck, she saw what was under it. Why do you think you’re so sore, you stupid little slut? She’s your boss, and she’s going to keep your pussy nice and dripping just like we like it. Do not ruin this for us. You won’t find another piece of ass this good. “Electrum. She’s called Electrum. But you can call her, and me, anything you want Boss.”

Aurora stood, hooding her eyes as she looked into Proximiti’s eyes. The villainess shuddered a moment before pulling Aurora’s body flush to hers and kissing her. Their lips pressed together roughly, bodies grinding close, and thighs brushing before Proximity pushed Aurora roughly away. “Then for now, you better get going. I have some tests to run. And data to quantify.”

“Of course Boss . . .” Aurora winked as she stumbled away, still unsure on her heels, but not at all unsure of how hot she felt.

Rebeca’s eyes hadn’t left the dash in over an hour. She knew this because she’d been staring at the clock the entire time. She’d promised to stay away, so she had. Two blocks away from the parking lot was far enough. It’s not a big enough building, or a good enough job. Not that many people should be there, and the interview itself should be quick.

She almost dozed off so focused on the clock that the numbers changing fifteen times hadn’t even registered. Shit, if she’d called I might have missed it. Aurora . . . Maybe if you stay long enough you’ll want to stay forever.

Furiously the brunette shook her head. I need to stop thinking about you all the time. It’s just so hard. You’re so beautiful, tied to every fantasy I’ve ever had, and you’re so . . . spunky? That’s not a very sexy word. It sounds too much like sport fuck, and that’s the last thing I want from you. Well not the last. I’m sure you’d be very good. I just want a lot more than . . . damn it. Think about the Queen. Or not. Aurora would make one hell of a queen.

When her phone finally did ring, Rebeca screamed so loud she almost hurt her own ears. Frantically she fumbled for it, dropping it once before finally flipping it open. “Hey metal babe, how’d it go?”

“Mmmm it went amazingly. Swing by and pick me up, cutie? I want to thank you properly for helping me score that job. I should have let you do it sooner. I don’t know why I didn’t. Well I do, but it seems really silly now.” Rebeca pulled her head away from her cell and stared at the screen. Sure enough, it showed the picture of Aurora just like it should. She just wasn’t talking very Aurora-like. “Sorry, just feel a little like gushing. Hope you don’t mind.”

Rebeca had to resist a groan. The obligatory pun was there, but it didn’t help her shake the feeling that something was wrong. “I’ll be right there. You just stay put. I’ll be there in five.”

“Mmmm I can’t wait. If you want, I can call my aunt and see if she’ll let me stay the night. We can have a slumber party. Don’t keep me waiting.” The phone clicked off. Aurora sounded practically smoldering. It was something Rebeca loved having aimed at her, but something about it felt wrong. It didn’t feel earned.

She sounded turned on enough to say that to anyone willing to pick her up . . .

Rebeca took a drive around the neighborhood to add a few minutes to her arrival, and tried not to think too much about what Aurora’s odd behavior could mean. Finally she pulled up to the sidewalk where Aurora stood waiting. In classic fashion she leaned across the passenger’s seat and popped the door open. “Come on in.”

Aurora grinned as she slid into Rebeca’s car. “Thanks for the lift, hun. Thanks for the outfit, too. She reeeeally liked it. I think I ruined these panties though . . . and nnn I think I’m still sore. Going to have to lay on my front for a few nights. Maybe you could give me a massage? I’d reeeeally like that. A nice . . . long . . . slow massage. I’d reciprocate if you asked nicely.”

Rebeca stared at Aurora, an eyebrow slowly raised as she looked back to the road and then started to drive. “You seem a little extra friendly. Really that good of a job interview or did anything . . . sordid happen?”

“If by sordid do you mean am I sore because I let my new boss have a little fun?” Aurora asked the question, and when she didn’t receive a response, pouted. “Well, then yes. Don’t know why I’m this sore, but yeah. She really liked the threads and my willing attitude.”

“Well, that’s not a surprise. I picked ‘em out.” Rebeca’s hands tightened around the steering wheel. She made a conscious effort to loosen her back as it tried to stiffen. She did her best not to narrow her eyes. “You really are gushing. Just try not to ruin my seat, huh?” Rebeca’s tone wavered from playful only slightly towards worried, and then sharply pulled itself back. Carefully, her foot pushed a little harder on the gas.

Aurora purred as she made her seat slowly recline. From the new angle, Rebeca could see how many buttons were already open on her top. She also could see a little more of the latex under her top than she wanted to.

It was hard to keep her eyes on the road and not on Aurora who couldn’t seem to stop rubbing her legs together and squirming. Rebeca’s hands tightened around the wheel even more. Something was wrong, and she knew it. What to do about it was obvious, but she knew Aurora could overpower her in an instant if she wanted to.

The auburn-headed woman mewled as she squirmed a little more and faintly parted her legs. “I’ll try. I can’t make any promises, though. Stiiill, you didn’t answer me. Don’t you want a chance to run your hands all over me? I’m so sore, and you have such soft fingers. I’m sure a rich girl like you has some fancy lotion to make my skin glisten. Maybe massage oils, I’ve always wanted to try those. Maybe one that smells really nice, nice enough to keep you in bed all night.”

Rebeca stopped the car on the wrong end of the crosswalk. That red light just didn’t seem as red as the alerts Aurora was throwing up in her mind. “Y-you bet, Rora. But only if you let me do it my way. I’ll want to make it special.” Rebeca’s thighs rubbed together hard as she squirmed her hips and was incredibly grateful she didn’t hear sirens.

Just need to get her home . . . Don’t act shocked, surprised, or confused. She’s strong enough to break you in half when she isn’t made of metal. Also, resist the urge to take her up on the offer for real.

“Sounds good to me. I didn’t think you’d say no. Nnn. . . ow. Even if I like it a little rough sometimes, it can get a little much. Promise you’ll go easy on me?” Aurora’s voice was dripping with arousal and a hint at a much more submissive nature than she usually possessed. Something about her voice seemed to whisper, “if you want to be rough you can, but I’d appreciate it if you weren’t.”

The light turned green, and Rebeca did her best not to floor it. “Promise. Though damn you’d better be thankful later . . .”

“You’ve already seen me naked. Mostly naked. So I don’t need to worry about being too . . . Showy, do I? I can do a little stripper dance if you want, but I’d rather just strip.” Aurora stepped into Rebeca’s bedroom and looked around slowly as her hands already began opening the remaining buttons. When the last popped open she let out a long, slow sigh and then faintly mewled as she ran her fingertips along her bare skin.

I would make a good stripper. I have the body for it. Maybe I could be Boss’s new stripper. I’m sure that would improve morale. There’s nothing I like more than keeping her morale high.

Rebeca closed the door behind her and then locked it. She still lived in her parents’ palatial home, for convenience if nothing else. It was large enough to be several homes, and the size of her room showed it. Plus, it was soundproofed, and gave her a pair of quick alibis.

When she turned back to look at Aurora, the younger woman was already stripped down to her uniform. Quickly the latex top was thrown in a pile with Aurora’s regular clothes, and the shorts followed. Quickly Aurora’s hands started to rub along her own ass, still red. Between her hands her panties stayed tight against her skin, stained from so much lust. “Mmmm that feels so much better. It’d feel better with your hands instead of mine.”

“Soon enough, cutie. Just lay down on my bed, face down, and get comfy. I have just the thing you need.” Rebeca stopped herself from licking her lips as she reached into her dresser. “Don’t peek, you naughty girl. Feel free to wiggle, though.”

“Mmmm, of course. Anything to feel those smooth hands and thank my dear friend. The woman that manages that place would love to meet you, you know. I think she thinks you’re yummy, too. I think everyone with half a mind does.” She remained laying down, but she did wiggle her hips as her fingers felt slowly over the silk sheets. “You have such a soft bed. It’s smooth, but your skin is still nicer. Mmm thinking about you touching me like this has me so wet. I should have let you keep touching me in the museum. You have eager hands, I’ve been so silly . . .”

Aurora moaned as she felt Rebeca straddling her. Quickly she arched against Rebeca and tore a soft whimper from the heiress’s lips. “Very eager, but I said I’d only do this if you let me do it my way. Remember?”

“Yes bu-nnnnn-ooo-uh!”

White gloves pressed against Aurora’s scalp and pulsed. Small pads inside of the smooth, soft material sent out sharp pulses that made her muscles clench and then go limp like the fingertips pressing against her head were lacing her mind with puppet strings that snapped when pulled too taut.

“Sorry. I promised that I’d be gentle with you . . . but I don’t know what’s been done inside of your pretty head. Couldn’t let you realize I was trying to change things back if she left some kind of defense in there. I know I would have.” Rebeca pulled the gloves off carefully and tossed them onto the bed. “Now . . . we need to help you get a little more of yourself back. I don’t know just what she did to you . . . but you still cracked a pun. Aurora is still in there . . .”

Carefully, Rebeca melted her body down against Aurora’s and whispered tenderly into her ear. “Whatever happened at that interview, I need you to let it all pull away from you. I need you to take back control of your libido. You’re not the kind of girl that spreads her legs for just anybody . . . sadly. I like that girl a lot more. It means more when you do.”

“Means more . . . when I do . . .” Aurora mumbled faintly under her breath. Otherwise, she was entirely limp. Her mind once again blank.

“That’s right. Whatever that manager told you about forgetting . . . that’s what you need to forget. Remember everything she did, and remember who you were before her influence. That’s who you are. That’s who you really are. That’s who you need to be again.” Rebeca rubbed her hands slowly along Aurora’s body, humming soothingly. “Can you do that for me sweetie? Can you go back to that you before whatever happened? For Rebeca? For Hope?”

Aurora stiffened with a faint moan before going limp again. The sigh she slowly let melt out from her lips was dreamy and lost. “Cannn . . . go back for her . . . Remember for her . . .”

Rebeca’s hands clasped around Aurora’s shoulders and squeezed tight. “That’s a good girl . . . just help me out, and help you out. Let yourself think, think with me, think for you . . . flutter your pretty brown eyes, and try to wake up for me, okay sweetie? Please? I hope I didn’t give you too much. These gloves have always sort of been a fallback plan. I never thought I’d be using them on a friend.”

“Nnn . . . Friend . . . Never thought . . .” Aurora’s eyes fluttered looking only slightly more cognizant. Very slowly she squirmed against Rebeca, making soft gasping sounds.

Unsure of what else to do, Rebeca just squeezed close to Aurora and sighed. “Please, please remember that Aurora and awaken for me. Please . . . Realize that this is taking all of my willpower not to . . . not to . . . take advantage of you. Because I care about you . . . Even if I was a little drawn to you because of who you are, I still like you for the person you are, too. Try to remember that, too. Even if only a little.”

Aurora squirmed a little more, mewling quietly as her lips started to twitch. Slowly her hands grasped the sheets and her toes started to squirm. Very faintly she shifted her body and sucked in a sharp breath.

Then for a long moment all she did was let her body stiffen up as tight as she could. She felt Rebeca breathe against her. She rubbed her thumbs against the silk. She let herself breathe, but as slowly as she could manage. Finally she tried to hold her breath.

I’ve been unfair to her. Really. The real reason that Aurora . . . me . . . is latching onto that and trying to push her away is because of Sylvia. I could never tell her, at least not yet, but . . . Maybe . . . Maybe I owe her another chance.

“Rebeca . . . I . . . Oh Pallas. I didn’t ruin the seat did I? Please tell me I didn’t ruin your seat. Please tell me that I didn’t embarrass myself that bad. Oh god she . . . That cunt!” Aurora pulled her hand back and smashed her fist into the bed as hard as she could while still staying flesh.

Without hesitating Rebeca pulled back and sat beside her. “Your clothes are on the floor where you put them. I’m going to go get you a snack or . . . something. I’m sorry that I didn’t do it some other way. Was just kinda . . . afraid no other way would work. Hope your head is okay.” Daintily Rebeca picked up her gloves and stashed them away. “I meant it though. I meant everything.”

Aurora sat up slowly and looked down at the pile of clothes. Then she looked into Rebeca’s eyes. Blue. They were so blue. She couldn’t remember a time she’d seen eyes that looked so blue, or felt so blue. It felt like seeing them again for the first time.

Closing her teeth around her lower lip, Aurora slid her fingers across the sheet beside her. It was so soft, and it felt so nice against her skin. She rarely took the time to let herself feel soft, delicate things. Slowly her fingers changed to their gray-gold alloy and caressed over the silk. It felt just as soft, if not softer, but she felt colder for it. Not cold physically – her skin was still just as warm metal—yet she felt somehow removed.

The door creaked as Rebeca tried to open it silently. Aurora’s hand tightened to a fist and tore a hole in the silk. “Wait! Wait. We need to talk about us. You and me. What we are. What we’ll be. I came on like a teenager with a crush and then I pulled back afraid just because you had a thing for my mother, and then . . . No, no . . . First though, we need to take that bitch down. She’s going to do that, or worse, to a lot more people.”

Rebeca’s eyes brightened, and she nodded with a little grin. “Should I get the gang together?”

“No . . . I want to do this just us. We can do it. We just need to discuss everything that’s happened. Figure out a plan. I’m sure we can do it, together. Please?” Aurora bit her lip and slowly tipped her head to the side. “I already sort of have an idea. If it fails we can call Tunnel and the others. Is that all right?”

Rebeca grinned, and Aurora could swear for a moment that she saw Hope shining out from inside of her.. “You bet. I’ll just go and let you change. I have a feeling that you could use some coffee. Then we can get to the bottom of this.”

Aurora nodded and slid back into Electrum’s uniform as soon as the door closed, and then the rest of her body melted into the same metal as her fingers.

“Hello, and to whom do I owe the pleasure?” Proximiti leaned back with her legs on the desk and a woman kneeling down between them. All she was doing was kissing along Proximiti’s thighs, but it was more than enough to have her wiggling.

“Mmmmm . . . it’s me Boss. I talked to that friend of mine, you know, the really sexy, really rich one? Well . . . I think she wants to meet you. I might have . . . Helped convince her.” Aurora’s voice tore through the phone practically aflame with arousal. “Would you like to meet her, too? I think she’d be sooooo disappointed if you said no, but you are the boss after all . . .”

Proximiti trembled, clenching her fists tight. Very quietly she made a mental note to grab a wireless headset. If those sorts of calls kept up, she’d go through phones much too quickly.

With a laugh, the villain slid her legs along the kneeling slave’s back. “Sounds wonderful. Would she mind dropping by the office? I’d love to meet her in my office. Would that be too much of a bother?” Her voice resonated with certainty and arousal.

“I’m sure I can manage it. We can be there in twenty, so very eager. How does that sound?” The trembling of Aurora’s lips was audible as she moaned into the phone.

“That sounds perfect . . . oh! I’ll be there, don’t keep me waiting . . .” Proximiti slid a hand through her purple hair, spikes congealing back together instantly after her hand wedged them apart.

Aurora definitely moaned, and there was the sound of friction against flesh. “Oh I could never keep you waiting. I want to show you just how good of an employee I can be. I can work odd hours, any position, and I always make sure to take my time. You’ll be so thrilled . . .”

“Mmmm I’d better be. Now, I must be off . . . you’re distracting me . . .” Proximiti hung up the phone with a deft thumb press, and then tossed the phone up beside her feet. “Now, Beth was it? Back to work.”

The woman between her legs moaned, and Proximiti followed with a twisted laugh.

When Aurora knocked on the front door, the security guard pulled it open. Aurora was dressed just like she was when she’d visited earlier, right down to the latex uniform underneath her clothes. Rebeca followed close behind, dressed in leather pants and a tight blouse that matched Aurora’s.

“We’re here to see the woman in charge . . .” Aurora arched out her hips with a rolling mewl. “I don’t have a card to get in yet . . . sorry. We called ahead.”

Rebeca smiled, lips crooked as she faintly raised an eyebrow. “If there’s something wrong, I’m sure I can find a way to make it right for . . . what did your boss say her name was, anyway? I’m not sure you ever stopped gushing long enough to tell me her name . . .”

A beep sounded from the closed door opposite the entrance, and a gloved hand slowly pushed it open. “She didn’t tell you, because I doubt that she could remember. That’s all.” Proximiti grinned as she held open the door and gestured inside “My office is right through here. It’ll be room enough for all three of us.”

Aurora’s hands trembled as she fought to keep them from bundling into fists. Her face flushed and she squirmed as her bare thighs rubbed together. She knew she had to keep up the act, even if the thought sickened her.

Rebeca purred and pressed herself close to Aurora, curling her fingers up between her friend’s. “That sounds perfect. I’ve been itching to meet you since Aurora described you to me, and any chance to spend a little time with Aurora and a hottie like you? I have to say, I love the purple. Very post-punk. Do you do it yourself? Will I be close enough to see any roots, or see if you’re color-coordinated?”

Aurora forced herself to moan and squirmed herself against Rebeca. Hearing her say things like that made Aurora flush more. She could hear where the woman was forcing a bit of her acting a little strongly, but the part about her didn’t sound nearly as created for the moment. Does she really like me that much?

Proximiti laughed as she took a step back so only her foot kept the door open, and curled her finger in a beckoning motion. Oh small talk. It just doesn’t feel so important right now. With what I can do now . . . it never needs to again.

The auburn-haired heroine pressed close to Rebeca as they wordlessly followed. Purple hair makes me think of Sylvia. Okay, it makes me think of Valerie and Sylvia. Maybe that’s why my guard was down. Maybe that’s part of why I want her a little more than I should even now? There’s something very familiar about those strands, even short and spiked. I wonder if I could pull off that look.

“And here we are. After you.” Standing beside the now-open door to her office the super villain gestured in with a wicked smile. “Then I’ll answer all of your questions, Rebeca. Maybe a few extra for your trouble.”

Faintly Rebeca nodded and pulled Aurora in. “Nice office. Roomy. Looks a little sparsely decorated. Recent promotion?”

“You could say that. I used to work security. Oh, not as a guard, but I don’t need to tell you that. Me, these weak little arms, security? Nah. Ain’t gonnna happen. I was never very good with a gun or a flashlight, either.” Proximiti walked behind her desk and her fingers slid along her keyboard. “I was more IT. With a hint of R&D. Not that anyone appreciated that.”

There was a very noticeable click as the door locked.

Aurora trembled and stiffened. Rebeca rubbed a little more against her and slowly fluttered her lashes. Proximiti just smiled and clicked more keys. She didn’t even look up, as though she already knew what she would see.

“Tell me more? I’ve always been a little bit interested in how things . . . develop.” Rebeca punctuated her sentence with the tracing of her fingertips slowly along Aurora’s curves. “Maybe I could give a few pointers, or . . . learn something special. The former is just wishful thinking, but it never hurts to wish.”

“Brainwaves. Prox cards. I got the idea that security could work out a lot better if the part of someone that could be disloyal was switched off when they activated the door lock. I made tremendous leaps and bounds. I even found out how to make a device that could turn the whole damn brain off with just a tap. Still fits in the card design.” Proximiti paused, and then hooded her eyes. “Correction. Shutting it down completely would lead to brain damage when the medulla stopped sending those lovely automatic signals to the lungs. Instead, I found a way to turn off personality, inhibitions, self . . . The parts that get in the way of a loyal, hard worker. Your friend Aurora gave me some excellent data to work with. Sorry I left her ass so red. It’s just so fun to smack.”

Aurora’s eyes twitched as she stiffened in an effort to remain still. “Wh . . . what kind of data? What exactly did you do to me . . .?”

“Oh, I already know you aren’t under my control anymore, Aurora. You can quit pretending. You might remember what I did to you, maybe, but parts of that video, no, you forgot them. Which leads me to believe that Rebeca is one of your little friends. One of the super sluts.” More clicking, but nothing obvious occurred. “I assume whoever fixed your head just told you to ignore the programming, or ripped it out? Oh, silly me. You won’t be willing to tell me. Yet. Once I’m done, you’ll be more than willing to tell me everything, both of you. Silly girls. Trying to sneak your free will past security . . .”

With a crooked smile on her face, Proximiti slowly dropped her hands down by her sides. Her palms faced out from her hips, and her fingers were spread wide apart. Something about the pose screamed significance and arrogance. It was a look of victory.

Rebeca’s hand slid down into a pocket, fingers curling around a small encapsulated surprise. “You look pretty satisfied for a woman who thinks she has two super heroines after her. I mean I can’t speak for me, that’s neither here nor there, but Aurora? She’s pretty hardcore. Maybe heavy metal would be a better term. She can take on a bullet and not even get a dent. Just think of what she could do to you.”

“Oh I am. But her data was very useful, like I said. It has more applications than just enhancing my lanyards.” Slowly Proximiti raised her hands up so they covered her eyes and the pixelated ones looked on instead. “Come on, what good is security that requires a touch to the forehead?”

On her gloves, the pupils of each eye began to flash between black and white. Their flickering pattern made Aurora’s thighs clench and her eyes opened wider. She tried to force them shut, but they didn’t even vaguely flutter. “What’re you . . . doing to me?! This isn’t what happened before!” Inside of the blocky flashing pupils swirled small monochrome spirals that twisted faster and faster with each flash.

“This is a lot different than what I did before. You see, lights can have an amazing effect on the psyche. Yours, it would seem especially. Here, let me turn it up for you. They might look to be flashing black and white, but really, there’s such a wide spectrum of color.” The flashing grew brighter, and as it did Aurora stiffened more and more, gasping louder as she shuddered and clenched stiffly.

But as the lights grew brighter, Aurora’s eyes didn’t wince. Instead, they turned deep rich Electrum, and she stopped shuddering. She was no longer frozen so stiffly. She relaxed and narrowed her eyes before melting the metal all over her body.

A low growl slid slowly from Aurora’s lips. Narrowing her eyes more, she slid her fingers between the buttons of her top and tore it off to expose Electrum’s. Much more gracefully, she slid down the zipper on her skirt, and it pooled quickly around her feet. Silver current sizzled along her body and lit the latex of her uniform.

Rebeca lobbed a small white sphere at Proximiti that burst in a brilliant explosion of light, bright enough that Aurora almost winced, and Proximiti’s hands pressed against her eyes as if the pressure would shield them more. “Nnnhn! That hurts!”

“Yeah, yeah it does. Wanna know a little secret? I’m a little colorblind when I’m like this. A lot of colors look alike that really shouldn’t. Whatever you tried? If it really was black and white, it woulda worked. Next time stick a little bit lower tech.” Electrum slid her fingers between each other before snapping her knuckles. “I’m betting that was your last little trick, but no sense in not bothering to take precautions.”

Still rubbing her hands into her eyes, Proximiti was unable to see when Electrum wrapped her hand around the badge at the end of her lanyard and crushed it. It made the most satisfying sound the heroine had ever heard in a quiet but substantial way. It even sizzled, though part of that was in reaction to her current.

“Now, let’s neutralize you.” Electrum grasped the villain’s wrists and pushed her back against the wall. Their eyes met, Electrum’s glistening and sparkling with current, and Proximiti’s wide with a mixture of fear from the confrontation and arousal from the pleasure of the current lapping at her wrists. Inside of the villain’s gloves were sounds of faint sizzles and pops as the current raced along the hidden circuitry.

Pitifully, she struggled in Electrum’s grasp. She was held fast against the wall, and all her struggling accomplished was friction with a sizzling metal heroine. “Nnn my hands . . . hurting . . . gotta lemme go . . . Didn’t hurt you . . .”

“Didn’t hurt me? I won’t be able to sit down for a week without wincing. I’ll never forget what you did to me. What I’m doing won’t hurt you any worse than you hurt me.” Electrum pressed her body flush against Proximiti. Her lips pressed to the base of the villain’s soft neck. Her fingers threaded between the latex fingers of the woman’s gloves and squeezed. “It’ll probably hurt a whole lot less.”

Current sizzled out from everywhere at once, almost blindingly. Rebeca’s eyes closed on their own at the blinding flash of light. Proximiti groaned, clenching her whole body involuntarily. Her hands desperately grasped Electrum’s. Her hips met the heroine’s, and her neck arched and trembled against metal lips.

Proximiti’s toes curled and her pussy shuddered from the electric onslaught. Her lips trembled as she tried to moan, but found herself far too tense. Her only sounds were quick exhausted gasps. Silver sizzles ran along the nerves in her breasts and her nipples ached with the excessive pleasure. Brilliant blue sparks flew from Proximiti’s gloves and sizzled faintly against Electrum’s cheek.

They hurt, but only as much as a light static shock. The light pain was enough to snap Aurora out of her angry revelry. Proximiti’s eyes were blank and her body immediately fell limp. Her hands still shook as sparks continued to crackle from the now-exposed metal inside of the gloves. Parts of the gloves even seemed melted away, with parts of her fingers actually exposed.

Aurora’s face twisted in horror and self-revulsion as she fought the instinct to let go and let the woman drop hard to the ground. Yeah, that’s right, blow up whatever’s in those gloves, then help her fall and break her neck. Really classy, Rora. That’s definitely what’s needed here. God damn it you can be such a moron.

Wary of the sparking, Aurora guided Proximiti to the chair behind her desk. Stepping back, Aurora forced her metal back inside and stared down at her own hands. Her pale palms had thin strips of hot latex stuck against them.

Rebeca stepped close and reached out to pull some of it off. “Ow . . . That looks like it hurt. Are you okay?”

“Yeah . . . I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt. I didn’t even feel it happening until it hit my cheek. If it hadn’t . . .” Aurora slowly glanced down at the beaten villain. Her arms had fallen over the armrests, half propped up. Her exposed hands were covered in an amalgam of melted latex and circuitry. It took no effort at all to see places where the components in the gloves had seemingly fused with her skin.

Both of the heroines winced and Aurora pulled her hands away from Rebeca. “Let’s call up the cops, and have them send some paramedics for her. She’s a crook, but she was right. She didn’t hurt me like that.”

Wordlessly, Rebeca nodded and moved over to grasp the phone resting on the desk.

Metal slid back over Aurora’s hand as she approached the exit and punched her hand through the handle. “I’ll go make them a path.”

“So, think the cops believed that you really came just to help me with taking her down?” Far from the office, Aurora and Rebeca sat close on the latter’s couch. Slowly, Aurora rested her head on Rebeca’s shoulder before letting herself sigh. “They seemed to, but . . .”

“Everyone knows the stories. I’m a cape chaser. One or two might be suspicious, but if I keep my nose clean, that shouldn’t matter.” Rebeca slid an arm around Aurora and tenderly squeezed her shoulder. “Everything’ll be okay. Remember: it was my fault you got grabbed up by her. I explained that to them, and told them you came to me for some help. After trying to get into my pants. Didn’t tell them I deprogrammed you. Didn’t see the point in that.”

Aurora rolled her eyes and wiggled closer to Rebeca. Images of thankful women blurred in her mind with images of Proximiti’s hand. Her name was Nancy. She’d deserved justice, not revenge. Her mother had never hurt anyone like that when she didn’t have to. If I’d been thinking, I would have ripped her gloves off first.

She lifted her hand and gazed at her pale fingers. She melted the tips to electrum, then down to the knuckles before reversing the process slowly. At least the bitch was going to jail where she belonged. She’d be in a medical ward, but oh well.

Closing her teeth around her lower lip she made herself promise to send flowers half for spite, and half for . . . well . . .

“Discovered already. Fuckin’ embarrassing. I should have known better, been more careful . . . something. Humiliating. At least one good thing came out of it though.” The auburn-haired woman sighed as she nuzzled more against Rebeca’s neck.

Raising an eyebrow, the brunette slid her fingers through Aurora’s hair and pulled her closer. “Oh? Wanna share?”

“It made me realize you’re just what I need right now. I need you so much it hurts. I need you to look out for me. I need you to fall back on. I can’t ask my aunt to do that for me. Not the way I need you to be able to help me. I need you, Rebeca . . .” Aurora pressed herself against Rebeca, breasts rubbing against the older woman’s arm as she whispered hotly into her ear. “The idea kept floating through my head, to let you take care of me, to let you support me, but I kept dismissing it. It felt off. But now I just . . .”

Rebeca slowly shook her head and pressed a fingertip to Aurora’s lips. “Shhh, relax. I can’t accept that right after something so traumatic happened. It’s only a quarter you talking right now. The rest is fear. Why don’t you call your aunt after all, spend the night just for a little extra comfort . . .”

Aurora squirmed and her thighs pressed together tightly as she very faintly suckled on the very tip of Rebeca’s finger. “I don’t know if this is some leftover programming or what, but I want you, damn it. I want you to take me. Now.”

Rebeca’s eyebrows rose as she pulled Aurora closer. Rebeca’s fingers slid back through Aurora’s hair as she looked into her eyes and saw that need screaming so loudly. “You really weren’t kidding, were you? I . . . No, Aurora. I think you should go home. I . . . I don’t trust myself with you right now. I want you too, a lot, and I think today has gotten to you a lot more than you want to admit. Take some time to think about it. For me. I have a feeling that you’ll thank me later.”

With a whimper, she pulled away and stood on shaky knees. “I’ll need a ride . . .”

Blue eyes looked into brown, and Rebeca nodded apologetically as she stood up. “I can do that much for you. That’s no problem. I think you can take care of the rest on your own without hating yourself for it later.” Rebeca grabbed her keys from the coffee table and led the way outside.

In a hospital only twenty minutes from the office, Nancy laid back in a hospital bed. By her bed, and outside her door, were police officers. She’d been comatose since they’d found her melted back in the chair. Aurora hadn’t hidden any special forgetting commands into her mind, she just wouldn’t awaken. When the medical ward at the jail had no clue, they’d taken her to the real hospital.

They didn’t have much more of a clue, but they had more to offer. Where metal and flesh had fused there was little they could do, and with the woman asleep they couldn’t tell what effect it had on her hands. Since they were healing so quickly, the doctors were hesitant to do anything invasive prematurely that might damage her hands.

Under the bandages, her fingers squirmed and then clenched. The circuits under the wraps buzzed to life and Nancy’s eyes fluttered. Her eyes gazed forward blindly.

Deep inside of Nancy’s mind currents traveled that were not her own. Mixtures of the charge from her gloves, and the charge from Electrum, both sizzled inside of her and made her eyes flutter faster. The data her gloves had been using, the colors, lights, patterns, lit up sections of her brain and stimulated thoughts that had never been given such prominence.

Pattern Alpha. Subject displays submissive desires. Pattern Beta. Subject displays signs of magnetism and cannot look away. Pattern Delta. Subject feels vulnerable and weak. Pattern Gamma. . .

Somewhere deep inside of her mind, Nancy groaned. Her eyes slowly fell shut anew, and the sizzling slowly grew quieter. To everyone watching her nothing had changed, but she would never be the same. Deep in her coma sleep the edge of her lip twitched faintly in a grin.

“Aurora LaSilvas . . .”

Authors Note: What will become of Proximiti? What will become of Aurora and Rebeca? Find out by continuing to check here, and the ‘blot! Also, check back next week for Nebula Volume VIII!