The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Aurora! Aurora!” Someone yells my name but I’m too busy swimming in a sea of dust. I haven’t seen a shore in weeks. It’s been nothing but dust as far as the eye can see. Maybe this is a dream. If it is then I must still be covered in dust. I’ve felt this feeling of not being sure of dream or reality before, but that was before the sea, and that . . .

Something flips me onto my back. That’s real. A fingertip presses hard into my forehead and a light brighter than bright burns into me. My eyes turn to metal and clench shut in response.

I can stare into the sun when they’re like this, but otherwise a light bulb seems bright. It’s a reflex I can’t control.

I can’t control the light either. I think I know this light. It must be Mom’s light. Not her silver, but her light that makes her the legendary Light Bearer. It’s the light that burns away influences over a mind and sets it free. I really don’t want it to. The dust nap I was taking was so wonderful and my body is still sore.

“I can’t believe this . . .” She lifts me from whatever surface I’m on and holds me against her. Tears twitch in my eyes. Sarah’s light is getting rid of the dust, but my body and mind were already feeling fragile. I got through at least half the bag. I thought it was in my right hand but I can’t feel it there. “I didn’t want to believe Sylvia. I knew she wasn’t lying but, Aurora . . . I can’t believe you would do this.”

She sounds like she’s crying. Shit. That makes my eyes fill up faster. A part of me wants to turn entirely metal, then sizzle my way out of this situation, but she’s Silver Girl. You can’t sizzle Silver Girl.

Not anymore, anyway.

“Sorry, Mommy . . .” Oops. That makes me feel like I’m five. The tears don’t stop building up and my cheeks are burning. She’s carrying me, but I don’t want to open my eyes. I can’t face hers and I don’t want to know where we’re going. I don’t think I can take it right now.

“Don’t say that . . .! Please, please don’t say that right now.” She’s obviously crying. I feel so bad for her. This is my fault. I wish I could take control and make her feel better. “I would say you were in so much trouble but I can’t even bring myself to think it. I want to say that. I want to yell at you. We’re still in public so I don’t want to say what I really want to say . . . I’m just so disappointed in you. Even at your worst I never saw this in you. Maybe I just ignored it.”

Nothing I can do or say will stop her from blaming herself. Maybe it is her fault, but I really doubt it. She always told me how bad things like this were. What I did is the kind of thing she patrols to stop.

Imagine if she’d been on patrol last night . . .

The sun on my eyelids makes me fairly sure it’s morning. I really don’t want to open my eyes. I don’t want to cry. It’ll make Sarah feel worse. I wish that I had Sylvia’s spark-mist instead of just my current. Knowing more about how Sarah is feeling would be nice.

She’s holding me tightly against her chest, arms under my legs and back, and I wish it didn’t make me feel so safe when I can tell she’s so afraid. She’s shaking. It’s my fault.

My eyes must still have little gray flecks in them, even though she burned away the mental influences. Would that make her think of her own times under Dust’s warm fuzzy magic? I can understand now how she could lose herself to it as much as she could lose herself in the seduction. They’re both so amazing, even if I don’t think much could top the feeling I got from my dust slut.

Fuck. I hope she’s okay. At least I didn’t order her to fall. Hopefully her boss won’t be too upset. She does owe me one.

Last night, I really didn’t care. I was that cold and ruthless. I fucked her at a bus stop and she has to be sore. I was everything Mom has ever told me was wrong. The tears finally start to fall and they feel like they’ll never stop.

“Oh baby . . . My little Aurora . . . I’m sorry you had to learn this lesson the hard way. I hoped that I’d taught you better, not to feel better about myself, but to protect you. I let you swear, I trained you with your powers . . . still this happened. I’d be so angry if it didn’t sting so bad.” Sarah is stronger than she always says she is. She’s not letting her crying reach her voice. It’s a small thing to feel, but that makes me feel so much safer in her arms. “I still love you Aurora. You’re still worthy of love.”

That sends me over the edge and I start crying so hard that I can’t even hear the words she uses to try to soothe me. “So sorry . . . I’m so fucking sorry . . .! I didn’t mean for it to happen like that! I just started and then it snowballed and it all felt so right and I . . . I don’t want to be able to think! I want to go back into the dust! I-naaaaaa!”

Silver courses through my body and my eyes flick open just long enough to see Sarah’s tear-filled eyes before she tells me to drift back to sleep.

“We’re home now.” I have no clue what happened between my eyes blinking back shut and now, but I’m on the couch and Sarah is standing above me. “Before you even think of asking, Sylvia isn’t here. Valerie is taking her to New York. I considered sparking this into you, but instead I’ll just tell you: do not go after her. Do not try and find her.”

My jacket is gone so she must have taken it. That means she found the dust. Great. Trying to take one last night with Sylvia has forced her out of my life. I don’t know what you call that, but it’s the worst feeling ever.

“Sylvia told us everything. She told us about your relationship, all of the evasions and the lies . . . about the bullet you took to the chest, and about . . . well . . . what happened in the car.” Her lips don’t say “rape,” but her eyes do and somehow that’s worse.

I feel so fucking awful. “Then I guess there’s really nothing for me to say. I fucked up. This is worse than the time I broke that window . . . a lot worse.”

“This isn’t even in the same league, Aurora! You . . . you can’t even compare those things! This is the worst thing you’ve ever done. I don’t want to know how you got so much dust all over you. I flushed the baggie in your jacket by the way. Your eyes aren’t that gray anymore so last night was your first time I’m hoping.” She sits down next to me, looking so hurt, angry, sad . . . confused? “In case you’re wondering, no, I haven’t made you tell me anything. I haven’t checked your mind. I’ve never done that to you before and I’m not going to start now.”

“Really, I wouldn’t blame you.” I wish she would spark me. Just seeing that look on her face makes me feel horrific. At least if I were all silvered up I wouldn’t be able to feel everything so well. Not thinking for awhile really makes thinking seem a lot more strenuous. “I’m a horrible person.”

Before I see her start to move, Sarah has me held tightly against her. My eyes burn with tears as I cling to her tightly. She makes me feel so safe.

Subtly she starts to rock, and something about the familiar soothing motion makes soft sobs slip through my lips. “You’re not a horrible person, or you wouldn’t be crying now. You just made a really horrible mistake that apologizing doesn’t fix. You’re not the first person who’s abused her power. I’m a little impressed how long you resisted. When I was your age I only used my sparks on myself, afraid of what they might do to anyone else. If I’d known what my sparks could do at your age . . .”

Her silver fingers slide through my hair, making me shake more. I’ve resisted so many little urges. There were so many tests I didn’t study for. I could have just talked with the teacher after class. Instead I failed Chemistry. Twice. So many times I didn’t change Sylvia’s mind. Why did I have to slip now?

I can imagine so few ways that this could be worse, and most of them involve accidental death. At least I didn’t erase Sylvia’s memory? I didn’t even think of the option or I might have.

Ethics must be a lot easier when you don’t have an unfair advantage.

“I’ve told you the story of how I met Valerie, and she tried to use her mist to make me undergo that operation. Is she a bad person?” She’s defending me! Why is she even bothering? I raped her daughter! Doesn’t that cross some line beyond all forgiveness? Is she still in shock and once she truly believes this happened I’ll be disowned? That would be out of character, but not undeserved.

“She was at least trying to do what she thought was right . . .! I raped Sylvia. I raped her in that car. I never want to see it again. I raped her and then I left her there . . .” My sobs fade as I respond. “I got the dust to try and forget everything for awhile. I had just meant to melt the dealer a little and then down a Ziploc or two of the stuff, but I was so out of control. It felt like I was free but as soon as it was over I felt like I’d been possessed or taken over by someone else, but I know it was me . . . it was from a place inside of me deeper than anything I’ve ever felt.”

Sarah pulls away, but only far enough to kiss my forehead with just enough spark to feel. It’s not melting, just familiar and loving. Somehow it feels maternal coming from her. “I have that place too. Valerie has that place . . .”

“Olivia didn’t have that place, did she? She never had any place inside of her that wanted to use her powers for her own sexual gratification, did she?” I stare into her eyes and try to read behind them. There’s far too much to single anything out.

“Olivia’s powers were worlds different than ours. Not that the added strength and durability wouldn’t be abusable, but it wasn’t the same at all—“

“Just say it, yes or no. I don’t want excuses for why it makes sense that I’m full of desire to be the most immoral bitch I’ve ever even heard of. I just want you to tell me if Olivia had that place inside of her. Because I’m not Valerie’s daughter. I’m yours, Olivia’s!” I know it makes me sound like a child to say that, but I don’t care. Valerie might have helped raise me, but she is not really my mother and she never will be.

Nothing can change that.

It hurts, and from the way Sarah pulls back I can tell it hurts her too, but I pull away from her and stand. “But you don’t even have to say it, because I know it! Because Olivia wasn’t a rapist. Olivia wasn’t a monster like I am. If she hadn’t died maybe she could have taught me how to be human instead of some sick twisted . . . whatever the hell I am!”

Over the years I’ve saved up a lot of money working for Linda. Not having a traditional girlfriend to sap away cash probably helped. If I had any place to go I’d run as far from here as I could. I’m not worthy to be a hero in Midas. They don’t need me here, anyway.

I guess that would make me the second LaSilvas to just up and leave Linda without a full staff. If she’s somehow still running the place when I have a daughter, I doubt she’ll be interested.

Sarah stands with a sigh. Her eyes lock with mine as she rests her hands on my shoulders, squeezing them gently as she leans closer to me. “No. Olivia didn’t have that place inside of her. Olivia was a special woman, one I will never stop missing. I love your mother and you know that, but you’re not a monster. You’re different. You’re a LaSilvas. Olivia wasn’t a goddess – she had flaws too, they were just different flaws. She was jealous, impatient, and though she controlled it a little better she had your temper . . . but you’re not the same person. I know it’s hard, but you can’t compare yourself like this, it isn’t—“

“—Healthy? When did anything I’ve done start being healthy?! I raped Sylvia, and when you found me my first thought I remember was that if your light wouldn’t render the attempt hilarious I would have ran as much of my current into your mind as I could.” I pull away from her grasp again and this time I turn my back to her. “Why have I never met any of Olivia’s family?”

“They . . . weren’t exactly the most thrilled with her having a witch-baby with a woman they’d never met, and she never really got along with her parents. She had a younger sister I kept in contact with for a while. Last time I heard from her she lived in San Francisco, but with how sad or upset anything having to do with Olivia always makes you it never felt like the right time to introduce you. You always had such an active social life – or at least I thought you did.” I wince, and she kisses the top of my head. “I’m sorry. That’s no excuse, but I am.”

Whitner was Olivia’s last name. Sarah might not be the famous super heroine she dreamed of being as a girl, but the name LaSilvas is still easily traced to her. Whitner doesn’t run back to Aureus nearly as quickly. A long time ago I decided it would have to be the last name I used if I were ever in a squeeze.

I wonder what the Whitners are like. I wonder about that a lot. I love Lida so much, but her silver eyes make her another person that makes me feel like I don’t belong in this family. I’m not as special, and now I’m a monster.

“I need to leave Midas. It doesn’t matter how. Bus, train, plane . . . but I need to get out of here. Sylvia is gone. I don’t even want to sleep in the same room. I can’t look Valerie in the eye. Just talking to you . . . I have money. My own money. I just need to go. Please don’t try to stop me. ” This is not the way I planned life to go after graduation.

If I’d been even a little bit more responsible, the fact that my lie through omission about being shot in the chest might have been more than glossed over.

She kisses the back of my head again and I quiver against her. I wish I could stay. Maybe staying to work through these issues would be smarter, but I can’t put everything on pause and hope that I can recover by staying still. I need to keep going, full speed ahead.

It’s better than finding out a lot more quickly that there’s no part of me that isn’t a monster.

“A part of me wants to make you stay. I could try to find some kind of treatment program. Maybe someone who knows how to really fight off these urges in a way they could teach . . . but you’d just sizzle them and run off anyway. You should at least stay for a week. We could call your aunt, see if maybe she’d mind helping you out for awhile. Maybe you should just try to get your own place somewhere close . . .” Her voice isn’t really trying to convince me or show me other options. She’s just desperate. She could make me stay and it would be so easy for her, but I know she won’t.

That almost makes me want to stay. “Mom, I know Susan tried to get you to stay, but you also have to remember how well it worked. I wouldn’t be here if you’d listened to her. I feel it in my blood. I need to get far from here, now, and just throw caution to the wind.”

Sarah sighs and slowly shakes her head before walking over to the phone. She grabs up the small book beside it and scribbles something down on a small piece of paper before putting it in my hand. “Fine . . . fine. This, is Julia’s number. You’re taking your cell phone with you. I’ll keep paying for it so you can always call me if you’re in trouble, and you’re not taking that car. Its best years are behind it, and that’s being pretty generous.”

That’s not the real reason she’s not letting me take the car, but I’m thankful she doesn’t verbalize it. Maybe I shouldn’t already be feeling better, but if I don’t lighten up a little I don’t know if I’ll last a week.

I look to her eyes, and she looks back before she speaks again. “I’m going to regret helping you leave, but maybe being supportive now instead of after your life falls apart will make it easier for you to come back if anything goes wrong. You’re always welcome back and you can send for your things if you decide to stay in Midas.”

“Thanks, Mom . . . It means a lot to me.” It means more to me than she can possibly know. Maybe she does but that just seems impossible.

Sighing, she grabs the door handle and bows her head. “Your jacket is in your room. Grab your cell, and anything small you’ll need for the trip. I’ll be waiting outside. I’d give you longer to pack, but your bike doesn’t have saddle bags.”

It takes the door closing behind her to snap me out of the shock. Mom got me a bike?! I run into my room faster than I ever have in my life. I have a bike!

On foot Sarah takes me to a classier version of a multilevel parking garage with a level of security I don’t even fully recognize. The layout is still open, but it’s a lot easier to get where you’re going with everything more clearly marked. Stealing something out of here would be an accomplishment.

“This was supposed to be a graduation present. We—Valerie and I—were going to surprise you with it today anyway. We’ve had it here for a week. I hope you like her. I’ll get a hold of Julia and tell her you’re on your way. You won’t be seeing her for awhile anyway. San Francisco isn’t exactly a day away.” Sarah’s voice is still sad, but she’s doing her best to pretend that she’s not torn up over this. There’s still so much more we should say, but all it’ll lead to is crying or yelling.

Sylvia was apparently very clear in spelling out that she didn’t want me arrested.

Maybe I’ll spend a year away. When (or if) I come back, things might be a lot easier to sort out. Maybe by then Sylvia will want to see me again. I can hope.

On the third level, a row or two back, is a bike covered by a fancy tarp. Sarah approaches it, and I stay close by her. Whatever is underneath there will be my only constant companion for so many miles. If I didn’t know that Sylvia the bike was in Shadow Falls with Aunt Yana and Aniela I would almost be hoping for that, even though a Ducati isn’t really my style. It wouldn’t be hard to adapt to.

In a dramatic flourish she pulls the tarp away, and underneath is the most beautiful vehicle I’ve ever seen in my life. Shining chrome . . . handlebars that shine like justice itself, and a golden gas tank the exact shade of gold that Olivia could turn into. It’s obviously new – the parts don’t fit the time period they’re trying to emulate—but it would take a keen eye to notice that this isn’t a genuine 1940’s Knucklehead.

Honestly, I’m thankful for the modernization. I’d rather not be that easy to outclass if I need to chase down villains. That is, of course, once I can get a handle on my own villainous issues. I don’t need those cropping up at the wrong time.

“Mom, I . . . Wow! She’s perfect . . . She’s absolutely perfect! I mean, I would have been happy with anything but . . . wow . . .” I slide my hand across that perfect gold before squeezing a handlebar. “I love it, Mom. You’re not going to try and make me wear a helmet, are you?”

“Well, if you plan on driving out of here without metal skin you’ll probably attract some looks from law enforcement. In my eyes? If a bullet isn’t going to kill you then a taste of road won’t. I used to drive my old bike like a maniac without a helmet once I got the hang of her. Just promise me that if you get into an accident you won’t be flesh-toned by the time you hit the ground?” Her voice almost sounds like the worry is gone. She’s hiding it well. “And promise just because you can take what a handgun can dish out you won’t dare heavier artillery for no good reason.”

She digs inside her jeans and slides a silver key into my hand without saying a word. I hug her tightly and try not to cry. “I promise, Mommy . . . I promise.”

“You know Olivia and I named you Aurora because you were the dawn of a new life for the both of us. If you need any help at all, you call me. I’ll do whatever I can. I don’t want that sun to set for a long, long time. There are clouds right now, but the sun is still there. Remember that for me, okay?”

Hopefully I won’t need to call her and all of this will go smoother than is logical to hope for. Maybe everything will go perfectly and I’ll stay in California forever. That would be an interesting juxtaposition: Olivia moved here chasing a super villain, and I’m moving there running away from the one hiding inside of me.

“I have to live long enough for Sylvia to forgive me and to be worthy of that forgiveness. Nothing is going to happen to me for a long time.” I squeeze her tightly before I climb up on my new bike and just sigh. “Tell Valerie I’m sorry that her adopted daughter is such a mess for me.”

“I won’t do that, but I will tell her that her daughter is sorry. You should probably leave before I change my mind.” Her voice is still hopeful that I’ll stay. She didn’t get to shadow me on my first patrol.

“I love you Mom.” She returns the affection, and I leave before her tears can convince me to stay.