The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“We fucked up.” Tunnel Vision sucks hard at her cigarette before blowing out so much smoke it shouldn’t be able to fit inside of her. “We fucked up, and now The Syndicate has Psiona, the emerald, and we’ve still got no clue what they’re planning. We can’t even head back to base. Next time some bitch with a ruby asks you to give her a pretty stone, my vote is you just fucking give it to her. It’d save all of us a little time and effort.”

She’s giving up a little prematurely, but I can see where she’s coming from. They do have Psiona. They have at least two ancient alchemical stones. They even have the local expert on the subject. We need to do something, quick.

Hope is staring at the lacquered remains of the statue that was holding that damn ruby. I don’t think that’s a clue. Something like that was not transported inside of a statue. It was hidden, sealed, and hoped to be lost to the ages . . . or at least that’s my guess. The statue might tell us how old it is, or what part of the world it came from, but odds are it won’t tell us anything we don’t already know.

Mom wouldn’t be put off by this much opposition. Hell, she had a damn space laser pointing down at her and she took the next shuttle up. She went against a woman who considered herself a goddess. She took down the slave auctions.

What would Mom do in this situation?

“We did. Poor Psiona. So lonely. I couldn’t move to stop her. I was too confused.” Flower sighs, lazily running fingers around the flowers in her hair. “Never felt like that before. Was a nice feeling, then a really cruel one. It felt difficult to rationalize existence feeling that way.” There’s way too much empathy in Flower’s voice not to make me feel a sharp pang of guilt. The way she says ‘lonely’ makes me want to ask for details, and forget I ever heard. Something about the way she said it sounds like it was a detail too private to share.

“And she’s only going to feel a lot worse right along with the rest of us if we don’t stop them.” I look up at the light in the museum’s parking lot, past the bright halo of light and into the source itself. “We have to find The Syndicate. Going back to base would be pointless. Might be a good idea to never go back except to pick up some clothes and trash the place. They know where it is. It’ll be a liability now, not a perk.”

The night is too quiet. There are cars moving in the distance, the sounds of minimal nocturnal life all around, but the city is asleep and unsuspecting. It’s vulnerable. It’s expecting us to look after it while it rests.

I could use a change in panties, but that’ll have to wait. Professor Gold might be working for them for the thrill of working with such ancient artifacts. She might be working for them because a spiral like that is hard to resist. She might be resisting them, and only tortured into compliance. She might have taken a trip to Acapulco. She’s not reliable enough to use as a lead.

At least not all on her own.

“Hope! Why does Professor Gold hang out nearby? Europe is full of ancient ruins aplenty, but the States, well . . . you just get stolen artifacts, right? Native Americans weren’t big on transmuting lead to gold.” Though the thought of golden arrowheads does make me giggle in spite of myself.

Our local blond heroine taps her lips as she stares at the statue and sighs. “I’m not sure? There aren’t any ruins here that I know about. There is a coast? Water is a very powerful element, and coasts especially. Life, love, birth . . .”

Her eyes widen right when they should, and so do Flower’s. Tunnel raises an eyebrow as she taps off the ash at the end of her cigarette. “Ouroboros was about beginnings. That thing was about love. At least in part.” She talks as if there isn’t a blush to her cheeks. I’ll have to ask her how she does it. “I think metal babe’s got a point. It’d probably be just the thing to supercharge whatever ritual they’ve got planned. I doubt they’d wait for daylight.”

They wouldn’t wait for daylight at all. Dawn is probably what they would wait for, if they’d wait at all. I doubt they are.

Time is money, but otherwise I don’t think the night itself, or this night itself, has any special significance beyond the hatching of an elaborate plot. That’s nothing small in itself, but it’s not elaborate plot day. The longer I can avoid getting wrapped up in prophecies, the better.

I’m just thankful none of this has to do with Pallas.

“So now we just have to find the right spot along the coast. There’s a lot of coast.” For being named Hope, she seems a little . . . less let out of that box as a shining ray of light. She must still be feeling a little bad about essentially telling me I make her hot because my mother is Silver Girl. I don’t know how that makes me feel. She still makes me feel safe, I still want to help her and let her protect me, but . . . I don’t want to be Silver Girl’s daughter. I want to be Electrum.

She didn’t even ask why I was whimpering out my sister’s name. I haven’t told her. Maybe I should. It’s such a heavy secret. No one this side of Midas knows, unless The Spiral knows. I bet she does, but that doesn’t count. She’s a super villain. If Tunnel knows, she isn’t letting on.

I hop back onto Aureus and force myself to grin. “That just means we better get started now! Besides, I bet there’s a nice big spot that just screams birth, love, stuff like that. Come on, we can’t just stand around. Psiona is counting on us.”

Tunnel grins, and flicks her cigarette onto the ground and girlishly twists her shoe into the smoldering remains. “Once again, the metal babe is right. There’s that one spot not too far to the north . . . what’s it called . . . You know where I mean, Hope. That place everyone books weddings for, with that cave kinda close by . . .” Hope stares blankly at Tunnel, looking completely clueless. “You know. The one we kinda ‘sanctified’ when we were teenagers?”

Instantly Hope’s face turns red. “Oh. Right! Los Amantes Point! It’s a bit of a drive, but we’re still close. If they hit the base first . . . We might get there not too long after they do. Damn me for not making a remote lockout so Psiona wouldn’t have been able to get in . . . but no point dwelling, let’s get our asses going!”

I rev Aureus’s engine and grin at the rush. Hell yes. Even the chickies with experience still could learn a thing or two from little Aurora LaSilvas.

Flower stops before getting into the car and shakes her head. “No. I’m sorry, after what happened back at the museum I need to think. I wouldn’t be safe. I’m too vulnerable right now. My mind is in too much turmoil. The three of you should be able to handle this just fine. I need to take a bath or . . . Something. I’m sorry.” The look on her face is dripping with shame. What did she feel when that red light affected her? She said she didn’t really understand it. Is this a symptom of being part plant, or is it something else?

Either way, I can’t ask. I have my own demons and they definitely don’t stem from being part statue, as The Spiral phrased it. They come from being a person. “Don’t worry, Flower. After we’re done saving Psiona we’ll get a hold of you to make sure you’re okay. Maybe get some food. Sound good?”

No one voted me leader, but someone needed to say it, and Hope looked too worried. Tunnel would have said the same thing, but she wasn’t saying it. After this is over we’ll need to sit down and talk it over. We’ll need to talk over a lot of things.

Flower smiles weakly and nods. “I can find my way home. Thank you, Electrum. I’ll be rooting for you. I know the three of you can save Psiona. That’s what’s the most important right now. Our friend is in danger, and she needs our help. I’ll be hoping she’s okay, too.” Flower starts to walk away, and I wave with the brightest smile I can. Inside I feel a hand tightening around my heart. She feels so guilty she can’t help us, but it’s probably best she just admit it than try to power through it and be used as a part of whatever horrid plans The Syndicate has in mind.

I rev Aureus again, and look to Hope as she gets into her car. “Lead the way, Hope.” She nods, ducking inside. Tunnel watches Flower go before sliding into the passenger’s side. So they fucked back in high school. Huh.

I have a few theories why that didn’t work out.

Hope is not eager enough to break traffic laws. It needs to be done with relish, not hesitance. By the time we pull up within viewing distance of the coast, The Spiral’s car is already there. I recognize it from that night . . .

There’s no sign of her on the beach, but that doesn’t mean anything. “Where’s the cave?” The night is getting late, and I don’t feel nearly close enough to bringing this bitch to justice. “We need to hurry up. I have the absolute worst feeling right now that we’re too late. We’re probably early, but that’s still not good enough. We can’t afford to let them do whatever they’re doing.”

Hope nods and clicks something on her mask. Green lenses slide into view over her blue eyes. “It’s over there, just past where the beach gives up to the water. We’ll get a little wet, but that’s not too bad. See, right there, where the moonlight is hitting that rock? It’s right there.”

“I’ll take point again. If you hear gunfire, get behind me. I can take a bullet pretty damn well.” I lead the way and we step that little bit into the water. I hear voices, and I think one of them is The Spiral’s. There are more than just two voices, but I’m not sure who any of the others are. There could just be one, and Psiona projecting her voice . . . but I doubt it. The Spiral took us on one on five. I don’t think she has any reason to actually worry about us. That’s something we need to change.

Coming around to the cave face, I just about faint. I should be able to react better than I am, but all I can do is stare. Professor Gold is bound in the middle of the room, hanging from thick cuffs, The Spiral is standing behind her in front of a pedestal with several gemstones on it, several dark, cloaked figures line the back of the cave, and standing beside The Spiral is . . . Sylvia.

“You’re very sexy and all, but I’m sorry, that just won’t work on me. Especially not twice. Are you even trying?” Tunnel steps in front of me. I know that Sylvia isn’t here. I know that. But she’s holding that ruby in her hand, and it feels like she’s holding my heart and I’m powerless to her beauty. I love her so god damned much, and seeing her here, when I need her most . . .

Her eyes look from me to Tunnel, and the dark-haired cutie slides her glasses slowly down to rest lower on her nose. Sylvia stares back at Tunnel, sighing dreamily as she begins to slouch forward. Her pupils grow wider, staring so blissfully, and I can feel her sigh. She looks so content. I’ve never seen anyone look so completely satisfied as she looks. “Pretty eyes . . . Makes everything else go away . . .” She sighs, and her hold on the ruby starts to waver. It makes me feel odd, not so lovesick, almost stable. She’s pretty, but something is wrong. Something is just . . . off . . .

The Spiral sighs the kind of sigh where I can hear her rolling her eyes. “I shouldn’t have expected the same trick to work twice. Regardless, Psiona, delay them just a little longer, then I’ll be ready for the ruby.”

“Psiona. Drop the illusion. Show The Spiral that I know my limits a lot better than she does.” Tunnel has such a dark tone to her voice, but a majority of it is a twisted sense of satisfaction. If anyone has earned that, it’s her. “Because there’s nothing else here but us, at least nothing that matters.”

A shadow grew over Sylvia’s eyes since she started staring into Tunnel’s eyes, and the effect kept growing. Now, her eyes are just black. “Nttthing else . . .”

Sylvia melts away, and in her place stands a short, mousy brunette I’ve never seen before. I flutter my eyes and stare blankly. That must be what Psiona really looks like. She’s not wearing that wispy costume either, just normal street clothes. Psiona is strong enough that she can actually project an illusion like that when under mental influence? She looked just the same as when I met her when the ruby super-powered The Spiral. She’s a lot stronger than I thought.

“Electrum! Smash the ruby!” Tunnel Vision’s words make both The Spiral and I dash at Psiona as quickly as we can. I just have one little advantage in that I can fly, and that even when her hand wraps over Psiona’s, my metal fist across her cheek is enough to make her hand fall away.

She’ll have a bruise, but it won’t be too bad. As much of a bitch as she is, I didn’t sign on to be a superhero to give people horrible injuries, and she doesn’t seem too special when it comes to taking a punch. Down on the cave floor she’s holding her already-purple cheek, eyes narrowed fiercely. I take the ruby in my hand and look inside of it. It looks like two half-circles with their curves nearly touching, a line skewering both symbols and then ending abruptly. I know I’ve seen it before, but I can’t place it.

With a shrug, I crush the ruby in my fist as hard as I can.

It’s such a satisfying sound as it starts to give, nearly orgasmic as it falls to pieces. I throw the shards down in front of The Spiral and smirk. “There ya go. Part one of your recipe all done. Now just mix it with crushed emerald and stir – or can I refrain from breaking the rest of your toys?”

The cloaked figures don’t move. I almost forgot they were there, but their lack of movement worries me. Professor Gold looks so out of it I think I could write “alchemy sucks!” across her forehead and she wouldn’t react except maybe to agree. The stones on the pedestal, an amethyst, a diamond, and a few I don’t know the names for, all rest silently, but not without reaction as they begin to faintly glow.

Something tells me that breaking one of these is not enough to make this a victory, and I don’t feel like questioning it.

“Come on . . . She did what you said, you can stop it.” Hope moves past me and pulls a very dazed Psiona back towards the exit. Tunnel slides her glasses back up, smiling only slightly. “There are a lot more of those, and though Gold might be upset if they get smashed, there’s no other way to be sure. They’re probably all magical.”

Alchemical, magical, is there a difference? Not taking my eyes off of the woman down on the ground, or looking too far away from the cloaked freaks, I approach the pedestal. They should not be glowing like this. I’m almost tempted to pick one up, but I know that wouldn’t be a good idea. As much fun as it might be to turn into diamond to complement my mind-melting sparks, it just doesn’t sound like it would work out the way I’d like.

Just why she would bring minions that wouldn’t fight us confuses me. Are they eye-candy? They’re too shrouded to tell. Black cloaks do not a beauty pageant make. Or something.

The broken shards of the ruby glow down on the ground, and I can’t help but wince. Shit. Apparently breaking things doesn’t always break them. Confusing phrasing aside, that still isn’t a good thing. The Spiral laughs and slowly shakes her head. Also not a good thing.

“Maybe if those were normal artifacts that would have rendered them powerless . . . but as it stands, their very molecules were refocused to channel energy the way they do. Breaking them into smaller pieces weakens each individual piece yes, but the power is still there. If anything, shattering the catalyst into smaller pieces will help speed its diffusion. I should thank you.” The Spiral grins as she shakily stands to her feet. “Now, Professor Gold . . . The incantation?”

I feel like I came in halfway through this adventure, and I guess I did. Even if Hope and the rest of her team weren’t aware of it, this was happening right under their noses.

Professor Gold’s lips tremble as she slackens in her bonds. This does explain why she was useful enough to kidnap. Even if I don’t know what this incantation is about, I do know it’s not a good thing. She starts speaking in what I think is Latin. It sounds like something you’d hear a Catholic priest say while at the same time sounding absolutely demonic.

I turn to Hope who stands there looking petrified and whimper. Her presence makes me feel safe, but her actions don’t. “Hope, do you have anything in that pretty belt of yours that is a good silencer, or good at breaking chains?”

“Yeah . . . Both, actually. I think this oughta do the trick.” Hope reaches down for her belt, and The spiral starts to raise up her hand. Before she can, I tackle her back down to the ground, pinning her wrists. I turn back around just in time to see hope throw what looks like a small white ball at the cave wall the professor is shackled to, and her bonds fall loose from the broken rockface. A moment later she’s rushing forward and pressing two of her gloved fingers to the professor’s lips in a shushing way.

At first Professor Gold keeps right on talking, albeit in her incoherent dead language, but then her lips start to twitch more and more as she speaks. It looks like it’s getting harder and harder to pull them apart, and soon her words are just muffles behind closed lips. So much for incantations.

“Too bad you in can’t tation your way out of this one.” I turn down to face The Spiral and smirk. “Sorry, I know, campy to the extreme, but I can’t help it. Heroine and sidekick built into one.”

“No! No it . . . not going to be stopped by some teenage brat! Psiona, attack them! Attack Hope, attack Electrum, this cannot be stopped!” I turn to take a look at Psiona. The mousy girl that I’m pretty sure is our Psiona is still lost somewhere inside of Tunnel Vision’s eyes.

Tunnel has an arm around Psiona to keep her close. She also has a hand caressing the telekinetic’s cheek as she whispers quietly. Psiona keeps shuddering and twitching, but I can only imagine what Tunnel is doing. Reversing mental control isn’t as easy as flipping a switch.

The look of horror on The Spiral’s face is powerful. Not mind-melting powerful, but I think I have her strongest weapons pinned down to the ground with my fingers twined through them. Her cloaked figures still haven’t moved. “Sorry hun, but it looks like you lost. Now it’s time to do what I should have done when I first saw you in the museum.”

“Don’t you ca-nnnnn’t-ooOOoooooh . . .!” Narrowing my eyes to focus I pour my energy through my body into hers. I feel the current sizzle out of me, making my metal shimmer and spark. I try to direct the power where it will do the most good, along her thighs, along her neck, her breasts, between her eyes . . . but honestly so much of it and I don’t think I’d even need to do that.

Her body arches against me hard, and she spasms as trembling whimpers shudder their way out of her throat. Doing this to her feels different than the other criminals I’ve sparked up until their body shakes even after I stop. There’s so much more fight to her, and it’s intoxicating. Maybe it’s more than just that. I can feel the power surging inside of her. I can feel it twisting against my current unable to do anything but that. I can almost swear I feel her thoughts, taste her thoughts, but that’s not something Mom could ever do.

She keeps shuddering against me and my eyes flutter as I watch her. She’s so helpless like this. I could have her, kiss her, claim it was necessary. I could tell her that the next time she saw me her knees would be so weak she’d barely be able to resist falling to her knees. Way too many bad, horrible ideas come to mind. All of them are so impossibly delicious.

My thighs clench, and I take a deep breath before I even try to speak. I can feel her still shaking and pressing her body against mine. It feels so fucking good to feel her helpless body writhing. She’s so warm against me.

The Spiral’s eyes are half open and nearly all pupil. Her lips are half parted. Her back is perpetually arched. I want to kiss her, to hold her, to claim her, but I can’t. I could make her think whatever I want, but I can’t let myself start down that road. Not again. I can’t do that to anyone else. I can’t make anyone else obey me like that.

“Are you okay, Aurora?” Hope is standing over me. It takes me way too many blinks to remember who she is. It’s embarrassing, and a little scary. I don’t know what I should say, or which answer would be the outright lie. No, I’m not all right, I want to fuck The Spiral’s mind senseless but you’re here. Yes, I’m fine, The Spiral is in no position to cause us any more trouble and I’m the one who stopped her. Forcing a smirk, I nod. “Good. What do we do now?”

“Easy. We find out what she had planned. I don’t feel comfortable with them back there.” I gesture at the cloaked figures, and then glance down into The Spiral’s eyes. They’re fuzzed beyond belief, weakened and helpless to the extreme. “Tell me, what’s a spiral like you doing in a cave like this?”

It’s horribly groan-worthy, but I do have a family reputation to maintain.

It takes The Spiral a moment to compose herself, lips twitching half-parted, but when they finally do part her voice flows with the same will-less compliance a sparked-up girl’s voice always has. “Alchemical stones, full of power, power to amplify characteristics . . . was going to rebirth some minions barely worth lead into gold . . . just mind-controlled thugs . . . wanted to make them more, use them against all of you . . . showed up too quick. Psiona made a mistake. Now can’t think.”

She’s very concise. I’m guessing she didn’t even bother sending her minions after me knowing just how well we can deal with normals. It seems a little simple, but I guess she thought she’d made the perfect plan. Is everyone this overconfident?

I kiss her forehead before shakily standing to my feet. My panties are even more ruined now. God damn it. It might be better if I just threw these out.

“Looks like we need to thank you for this one, Electrum. Not detective work, quick hunches, but a hunch is just logical extrapolations.” Hope sounds a little embarrassed as she steps back over to the professor sitting propped up against the wall. “I hesitated. When I have time to think, prepare, get the right gadget built and ready. . .”

She sounds embarrassed, and I feel horrible. I didn’t mean to show her up and make her feel insecure. I don’t know what to say. It shouldn’t have been that easy. I was a variable The Spiral hadn’t counted on, but still it should have been harder. Mom never had it this easy. Then again, she told me that she always used to hesitate like Hope did. She spent hours telling me different ways she could have handled situations, but that she had been too afraid or confused to react properly. Maybe I just react a little quicker?

Tunnel grins at me, her arms around a very lost-looking Psiona. “Really, that was some nice thinking. I admit, I wasn’t sure if we’d need you around, but so far . . . I definitely won’t complain if you wanna stick around. You’re more than just a nice set of shiny metal curves.”

Something about Tunnel being the one complimenting me feels powerful. “I think I just might. There’s a lot I still have to learn here, and it’s a nice nice area. I might stay – at least for a month.”

“I wish you’d think about staying . . . period. I have a few thousand extra rooms I could move you into.” Hope speaks, but it feels more like Rebeca. “But I’ll take that as a start. We don’t have the room to transport the goons and their boss, but I know some people in blue who could give us a hand.”

Leaving those stones in the hands of the police worries me, but I have no right to complain. I don’t know anywhere safe to put them. The LaSilvas family shrine would be safely hidden away for most people, but I’ve never been and I don’t know how to get there. Lida and Sarah always thought it would be best if we kept far away from there as we could now that she’s their messiah.

I don’t know if I’d be able to do that if I were her.

Nodding, I stare down at The Spiral. “Sure. I bet your car has a phone. You call the cops. I need a minute with my bike.” Not waiting for a response I walk out of the cave. Psiona is safe. The Syndicate’s latest plan has been undermined. Powerful artifacts are out of evil’s grasp. Still, it doesn’t feel enough. I don’t feel enough. Even though they’re both thanking me . . .

When I get to Aureus I saddle up and then just rest my head in my hands. Overwhelming. I wish I could run to New York. That’s where I want to go. That’s where I want to be. Sylvia must be famous already. I want to be there for her, whatever she needs or wants.

Maybe if I begged Mom, she’d give me a way to contact Sylvia. Even just a phone number would make me feel better. I think I’m starting to adjust, but she was still my world for so long.

A hand strokes along my hair from behind, and I almost lash out reflexively. Of course it’s Hope, so I’m glad I managed to stop my fist halfway between my face and hers. “Good reflexes, and good restraint.” Her hand caresses along my hair again and I slacken just a little. “I haven’t called the police yet. I was worried about you. Are you okay?”

“No. I really don’t want to talk about it, and could you not touch me like that so soon after you pretty much tried to fuck me just because I’m Silver Girl’s daughter? Kind of a turnoff. It’s so strange, I should be repulsed or upset or something, maybe not blaming you because in all honesty it was in part because of that damn ruby, but I still feel so oddly safe with you. I don’t understand it. Even after you froze like that . . . I don’t know, I guess I just feel homesick and you remind me of Mom a little, with that white costume? That’s gotta be it.”

Pallas am I a horrible liar. There’s truth in it, but not enough. Maybe I just need to learn how to stop telling the truth at all when I’m lying. It always steals from the setup. Maybe I should start including woodland creatures in my lies.

Hope’s hand falls down by her side and I smile weakly. Her eyes really do remind me a lot of Sylvia’s. I wish I could pinpoint why. I’d bet a majority of it is lovesickness. I rest my hands on Aureus’s handlebars and stare down at her gas tank. I almost want to say something like, “Here’s to living the dream,” or, “To making the world a better place!” but I resist the urge. I almost want to call Sarah.

“You’re not upset about that. Come on. Tell me the truth. I mean . . . I am sorry about that.” Hope’s hand rises back up, this time to hold her own shoulder. “I already have a thing for you, but yes, who your mother is? That does make it a little stronger. By no means is it the only reason. Who needs a special reason to want to fuck a sweetie like you?”

I wish I could be upset, but the way she said that . . . all I can do is giggle. “I guess you don’t. You’re right. Still, I don’t feel like talking about it. Sorry. Every girl has a few secrets. You know my identity. Gotta stay interesting somehow, right?”

“I guess.” Her voice sounds almost mischievous in a way that makes me quiver. I want to tell her, I really do, but . . . as accepting and strange as she is herself, I can’t see why she wouldn’t find me repulsive if she knew a little more. “We’ll need to either relocate the base or make really sure they didn’t put anything down there. Either way, I could help you remember the route now if you’d like? You’ve earned it.”

Grinning I sit up straighter and pull my hands back to rest on my thighs. “Woo! Clear that memory block up good, then. I kinda don’t like having it up there. At all. Sorry.”

She grins back and steps a little closer. “No apologies necessary. Mind if you have to fuzz out a little to clear it out?”

“Nah. Go right ahead. I know stuff like that can mean to fix it you gotta fry it out. Hell, seeing how Tunnel’s power works . . .” I’ve been a victim of Sarah’s power used forcefully before too. Granted, I can only remember one time she used it when she was actually upset. Otherwise, it was a great way to fall asleep. “Is me being on the bike okay or should I move somewhere else?”

“There is just fine.” Hope gets on Aureus. I feel her body more than close when she whispers into my ear. “Just remember the colors, sweetie. Just remember those swirling, shifting colors, and sink into them.”

Groaning I melt back against her, my eyes fluttering, my body slack, heavy, lost. I see the colors in my mind, those shifting swirling colors, silver, violet . . . I feel Hope’s body against mine, but that feels less like a distraction and more like the colors working over my body. Her hands rest over mine, and as they stroke up along my arms they become the colors. I whimper as they caress along my shoulders and I arch back against her.

The whole world is wrapped in colors, pretty swirling lights. Hope is the lights and the lights are Hope. My body melts as it feels her hands teasing more and more. Nothing too overt, nothing that feels satisfying enough, but enough to make me ache and yearn for more of her.

She makes me feel so safe, so good. I want to do what she asks. I want to be close to her so she can protect me. Hope protects me . . . “Hope wants you to stay . . . she wants you to want to stay . . . and to be more open with her. Share yourself with her. Don’t stay in her home if you don’t want that, but stay close to her. She just wants what’s best for you, and she’ll do anything for you. You know that, right?”

“Yessss . . .!” The light teases a finger over my nipple and I feel it harden almost painfully. It feels so good, it’s just so intense. Everything about her is intense. She makes me feel so smooth. I love feeling smooth.

“Good . . . Now . . . From now on, you can remember the base’s location, and all of the memories about entering and exiting the base . . . just can’t remember your time with the lights – not yet. Some day, when we’re both ready for you to remember . . . but it’s okay to forget a little, even forget you’re forgetting anything, if it’s for the lights, if it’s for Hope . . . right?”

“Anything . . . anything for the lights . . .” Those lights are the very essence of hope, of bliss, of love . . . I’d do anything for them.

The lights sigh and nibble along my ear. “Then you’re going to forget forgetting about all of your times with the lights, and that forgetting won’t matter in your mind at all. You’ll just obey it, and savor it. Sounds perfect, doesn’t it?”

Swirling light strokes along my inner thigh, just enough to feel, and I clench my whole body at the sensation. “Ooooh it sounds better than perfect . . . It sounds amazing . . . Will obey . . . will obey the lights, forgetting, remembering, whatever the lights need . . .”

Lips press along my neck, and I melt out of myself and into the lights. I’ll stay, stay close to Hope, and love every moment of it.