The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sleeping in a real bed instead of a hotel bed or a bed meant to restrain prisoners is an amazing feeling. Even more amazing is waiting outside to be picked up by a multimillionaire to meet up with my team. I spent a majority of the day looking forward to it. I got to spend some real quality time with Julia. She told me so many stories that I’m still processing them all, but I’ll be honest: I’m a little anxious to get to work.

Rebeca pulls up on her beautiful bike, and I wonder if I’m swooning more at the bike or at the hottie riding it. I want to say the bike, but just being near Rebeca is so damn calming. She makes me feel so incredibly safe. I know I can trust her with anything.

With a grin she leans on her leg like a makeshift. “Lookin’ good. I got you a little something back at HQ I think you’ll like. For now, hop on toots!” She waves me over as she lifts up the helmet she had to have tied down. I plunk it on before climbing up behind her. I’m still wearing the same clothes – including the stolen top – and I admit that I’ll look forward to some special threads for Electrum. At least I got a shower, and washed these clothes.

I move over and hop up onto the bike, wrapping my arms tightly around her. “Any of them having second thoughts?” I wonder for a moment why none of them wanted to poke or prod at me yesterday, but I’m sure Rebeca was keeping tabs on me somehow. That’s in addition to the fact that she still has my wheels.

They might not be quite as high-tech as hers, but they’re mine, and still pretty damn imposing.

“Nope. I think Flower is eager to meet you. Tunnel hoped your headache was gone. Psiona is well . . . Psiona? I don’t see things going poorly. Just be yourself.” Between the rushing air around us and our helmets it’s amazing I can even hear her. She is yelling pretty loud, but I doubt if anyone else was able to hear her that they’d get much out of it. “You’re second-generation, sweetie. You’re assured notoriety.”

Normally I would add that I’m also assured a grizzly demise if my mother ever gets herself an especially powerful enemy again. Admittedly Mom has kept it low-key, and I don’t think Hope would let anything happen to me, so I let that thought fade.

I don’t remember where their base is, so I just relax and savor clinging extra tight. It’s hard to resist wiggling against her, but I manage. Somehow. It’s definitely fun to feel her against me as she drives. Every little bump in the road makes my body shake into hers. Clinging as tightly as I am it’s very easy to see why Mom loved having a sidekick on the back of Sylvia – the bike.

“Here, let me help you forget about the entrance in advance.” Rebeca says something, something I can’t remember before she even says it . . . and I’m stepping off her bike already pulling off my helmet. Wow. That’s a rush. “There we go, back to my home away from home. Everyone’ll be down in the command center, let’s change. I wanna show you the little present I got ya.”

Locker room flashbacks fill my mind.

I nod with a bright smile and set her spare helmet down before following her down the hallway. Aureus is parked in the corner. Hopefully I’ll be riding her again soon. Rebecca’s ass has way too much of my attention as we walk, but I try not to focus on it too much..

The base has a very white-walls industrial and clean look to it, almost like something from an old video about an old fab with everyone in white hazmat suits. The doors all open sideways like something out of Star Trek. I regret never watching it, now. Mom was a fan, so some of it rubbed off, but I just could never sit still and shut up long enough.

Space doesn’t have super heroes, either.

“And here we are, the changing room. Only Tunnel and I really need it, but we’ve had a few other reserve members that did. I’m sure this’ll be something you can hide under your clothes, but I thought giving it to you like this was the only way.” Rebeca leads me through a random part of the wall that opens for her just before she walks into it, and stretches her arms out dramatically.

It’s nothing too special – a bench, some lockers, a couple showers in the corner, pretty basic amenities – but it still has the same crisp white look everything else does. With the level of lighting it manages to look special and not hospital.

As we step in, the wall seals behind us with a whirring hiss. I twist around on instinct from the sound, and blush as I realize it’s just the door. Rebeca laughs a little under her breath as she moves over to one of the lockers amid tying up her hair. “They’re all unlocked. I gave you the one at the far end. Open it up, take a look. If you don’t like it I can find you something else, but It looked like something you’d approve of.”

The mystery is killing me. I open the locker and just about squeal at the contents. Inside is Electrum’s first real uniform. It isn’t much, but if it were it would detract from the full-body uniform I have by default. The pair of fingerless black leather gloves with little holes cut out for my knuckles to peek through fits like a charm. A pair of small black latex bike shorts and a matching halter top complete the look, along with the sensible block-heeled leather boots. Cutely enough, they even have a little fringe.

It’s a dream uniform.

I turn to Rebeca, flexing my fingers inside the gloves to get a feel for them and break them in a little. I can’t stop grinning. “This is so aweso- . . . I . . .”

Rebeca is what anyone would be given that she needs to completely change: naked. Well, I guess she’s wearing a thong, white, lacy, barely there, but otherwise . . . I stare. God damn it, I’m staring. She just keeps grinning with a very playful look on her face. Her back is even arched as she adjusts her wig. She looks very good as a blond, brunette . . . I’m sure she’d make a good redhead, too.

“First time in a locker room, Aurora?” I tremble and blush, shaking my head as I pull off my jacket and turn away before pulling off my top. “I know, it’s different. Sorry, I should go a little easier on you. You’re probably not very . . . experienced.”

There’s amusement in her voice, but not the kind that says she knows how silly that is to say – and it is. I’m probably more experienced than her, just with only one woman. “I’m not as inexperienced as you might think . . .”

Damn it, why does she have such magnetic pink nipples?

Staring like that does make me seem a lot younger, and hornier, than I am. From now on I think I’ll just wear this underneath everything else. It’s pretty small – I should be able to get away with it. As I slide off my pants, Rebeca is rubbing something over her eyebrows. I didn’t get a good look at them from under her mask, but I guess there’s no telling if she could be unmasked and they might make it a little harder to figure out who she is. I would recommend contacts like Sarah wore when she was Lucia, but I don’t think she needs to worry about it that much.

I wiggle into the shorts, a very tight fit, but they do fit. She had to get measurements for this, but I guess there is a lot of time I don’t remember. Thinking about that too much doesn’t feel like a good idea. There’s no way I could wear this with a bra, but something gives me the feeling that thought was in there somewhere.

“Something gives me the feeling that you made this uniform just to see me like this.” Hope is already clicking her belt into place. Quite practically, her uniform is actually a one-piece. “You’re a very naughty super heroine.”

“You don’t know the half of it. Come on, change, or everyone will think we’re doing something besides just changing.” Of course I try to pretend I don’t notice her own stares as I pull off my bra to accommodate the halter. Comfy. For how over-the-top bare-minimum this is, it is very comfy. I sit down on the bench, and quickly work my way into the boots. “Don’t need Tunnel teasing me about that more than she already will.”

Rolling my eyes, I stand back up and push my metal out over my skin. It feels more intense like this, in a uniform, getting ready to do my part to save the world . . . I’m not sure why, but it really does. “After you?”

Hope pulls her own gloves tight and nods as she leads the way back out, and I run my fingers through my hair. It’s metal too, but it’s still hair. Some day I’ll need to figure out all of the ins and outs of how it works if only for my own safety. More for curiosity. Soon enough, we’re through a few more corridors, and in the room where I first woke up.

Tunnel Vision waves as we step in. Just like the first time I saw her she’s wearing her black dress under a black trench coat, right along with her big thick sunglasses. “Good to see you up and about. Nice threads, I can only imagine where you got them.”

My cheeks burn, but I try to ignore it. Most people aren’t sure what it means when a girl with gray-gold metal skin has cheeks that are just a little bit more silver than usual. I wave back as I look around the room. It feels a lot different with more than just two people in it. All four of them are here, and the one of me, who I guess counts as one of them.

“Yeah, yeah, really original. You only say that every time.” Hope rolls her eyes behind her mask, smirking faintly. Every time . . . ? “Anyway, welcome to the team. Introductions? She’s already met Tunnel, so that just leaves you two.”

A redhead is leaning back against the restraining table, wearing what looks like a blue . . . leotard? I don’t know how to describe it. It looks like blue fabric designed to cover the essentials more than give any support or real coverage. It glitters in a way that’s nearly ethereal. It seems to swirl across her like wind frozen in place. I don’t know if I’d call it clothing, but it is at least a touch more opaque than wind. I think she must be the most curvaceous while not outrageously so, classically beautiful young heroine I’ve ever seen in my life. The mask around her eyes almost looks like makeup it’s so wispy.

She smiles in a tender movie-star way, and I flush more. They’ll learn what silvery cheeks mean a little too quickly. “I’m Psiona, resident telekinetic. You’re good at taking a punch. Good to have you on the team.”

“Good to be here. I don’t remember taking that punch, but I’ll just trust you on that one! Nice to meet you.” I wave back at her as she waves, and try to fight off the blush. Damn are there some real perks to being a super heroine. I can see there being some downsides to having such attractive teammates – but very few.

Flower Chylde smiles up at me from a chair in front of one of the computer terminals. “That just leaves me, Flower Chylde. Part human, part plant. I was sort of a science experiment by a group of not-so-ethical scientists. So I’m a little bit of this, little bit of that.” I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a calm voice. Sylvia’s can get harmonious, but Flower’s is just so . . . I think she understands peace of mind more than anyone I’ve ever met.

She’s blonde, with a couple of well-placed flowers seemingly growing from her hair. It’s so adorable and perfectly complements the green tint that is dark but not too dark, making her skin glisten like a lightly damp, delicate leaf. Her outfit looks like a cross between a hippie’s and a Native American’s – flowy, lots of colors, and an adorable tie-dye bandanna.

I think I’m really going to like working here.

“And uhm . . . I’m Electrum.” I wiggle my fingers and make them ignite with sparks, dancing the electricity across my fingers before hiding it away. “I can turn into metal. Fly. Got this weird funky electric power that makes it hard to think and increases suggestibility. If Hope didn’t already tell you, I’m also Aurora LaSilvas. Silver Girl and Aureus were my parents. So, second-gen, but very new. Sorry about the whole tackling you thing, Flower. I hope you’re okay.”

“Perfect! I just needed a nap and some sun. Both were in good supply. Wasn’t your fault, so don’t worry about it! Also good to know that when you’re all metally like that I can use my natural defenses in your direction and you’ll be okay. You’re immune to at least some plant-based toxins.” She says it so matter-of-factly. Damn. She really is relaxed.

Hope steps past me to the biggest terminal. “Come on, wake up baby . . .” She clicks keys again faster than any time I’ve ever seen anyone do, and soon the display above it comes to life with a picture of an emerald in gold with a very strange symbol inside. “This was what The Syndicate, or whoever it was that got their hooks into Electrum, were after. The sigil inside is of an Ouroboros, a symbol of eternity. The emerald is well-cut, but not worth any money as a gem. At least not worth mind-controlling someone who stopped a bank robbery to get.”

She pauses, and clicks a few buttons. The monitor changes to a different view of the gem inside of a glass container as various lights are shined through. It illuminates the inside of its case brightly, even though the light aimed at it seems barely enough to read in the dark. “Its properties however, make it worth a fortune. Any energy put through it is magnified and sustained. I haven’t tested its full functionality, but it’s obvious this could be used in a lot of bad ways. We’ve got it locked up for now, but they probably know that by now.”

“Did her bike have any bugs on it?” Tunnel Vision leans back against a counter top, fingers drumming quietly but consistently. “We’ve been pretty safe in the past, I don’t think that’ll change because we stole a pretty jewel and a pretty chickie from ‘em.”

“Nope. No bugs. No tricks. It was clean. Well, it could use a tune-up, but it was fine. I don’t think it’s a matter of them finding it here.” Hope pauses, and the monitor displays the sigil, greatly magnified. “This is only one piece of something greater. It’s not useful by itself. Normal light doesn’t even get the special effect. The sigil is an older version, and it seems reminiscent of ancient alchemical symbols. This stood for purity. Whatever they want it for I’m doubting it’s very pure, but I’m betting it’s intense.”

Psiona steps closer to the monitor, and hums faintly under her breath before she responds. “Purifying energy . . . Alchemy . . . Wasn’t there an alchemist crackpot who made a big scene at the mall a few weeks ago? She was passing out golden pennies or something, wasn’t she?”

Damn, do I feel young. So far my heroic exploits have been, “oh no, something bad, I need to stop it!” That’s what Mom really prepared me for. I guess the lessons in big things like this were to come later.

“Yes.” The monitor changes, showing a redhead who looks like a cliché professor that belongs in a lab with test tubes and beakers, except for the golden snake armlets and the henna symbols going down her neck and what’s visible of her arms. “Her name is Meredith Baker, but she also used to go by the name Professor Gold. She wasn’t really a cape or a crook, she just dealt in information and was obsessed with alchemical secrets. According to the police report, her home was burglarized and she’s been missing for about a week. None of her papers were found, or any of her work.”

“You think they got to her, and she’s helping them with whatever scheme they’re up to? Then where do we go? If they got her, we need to save her!” Damn it, I feel impulsive, but it’s true. Sitting around in a shiny white room isn’t going to do anything for anyone.

Hope laughs, and Tunnel Vision smirks in what looks to me like agreement. “Bingo. Ouroboros was also described by ancient Greeks as being before the beginning. It was a creature that lived before anything else. Even to modern times it remains a symbol of classic mysticism, often twisted into an infinity symbol. I’m thinking we need to find a place that screams beginnings. The fact that it was inside of an emerald may be a hint, or may have just been necessity. For now, we’re sort of—”

A light on the panel below the monitor starts flashing red, as does a light from the ceiling. “Aww damn it. I always hate it when this happens. Looks like the detective work has to wait, huh?” Psiona sighs and reaches out her fingertips faintly, and the red light on the panel clicks down before Hope’s hand can reach it.

Our blond-wigged heroine almost glares, but instead blushes as she lets her hand drop to her side.

The screen shows the entrance of a museum. It’s late, dark, but the camera has enough light to show that the doors aren’t all the way closed. “A break-in at the ancient history museum. Does this strike anyone else as the slightest bit related? At least it isn’t too far. Even if it’s just a looter it won’t set us back much.” I like Psiona already.

“Seeing what happened with Electrum, I think it would be a good idea if we all went as a team, just in case. If whoever got her got one of us and we weren’t there to see it, then I get the feeling the emerald might not be all that safe.” Hope smiles and nods. “Let’s take the car. We could squeeze you in, but I’m guessing you want to get back on your bike, right? Lucky bitch, you don’t have the vaguest need to wear a helmet and you can go even faster than me. Think you can keep close to us?”

I nod and grin wide. “I might not have a lot of experience, but I’m plenty fast, and good at following. Let’s take a ride.” A little part of me is still not very happy that I’ll be forgetting the entrance again, but until this mystery is solved it’s a good idea to treat me carefully. We don’t know what could be hidden away in my head.

“Then let’s go. Night’s a wasting!” Psiona runs past me, and it takes me a couple of moments to stop staring and run after them to the garage. I might have to ask her what her uniform is made of someday, because it looks way too comfortable to be real.

As soon as we’re out of the complex, I forget where we were. I’m sure if I tried I could figure it out with what we pass and how long it takes to do so, but I can respect the reasons. Being back on Aureus’s howling frame feels good. It might be weird to name a bike after your mother, but I can’t think of a better name.

Their car is white, and definitely custom built. I don’t know much about cars, but having an extra caged back section and that big of a trunk is definitely not standard. It even has an aerodynamic look that makes it hard to resist dropping an Adam West joke or two, even if it’s lacking the signature flame hole in the back. It’s definitely fast, but I don’t have any problems keeping up alongside them.

It only takes us about ten minutes to get to the museum. Lucky for us its not hard to find a couple of spots, so we get to park right in front of the open doors. The lock isn’t busted. The door seems like it was opened invitingly. “Whoever did it didn’t use brute force, unless they were very very small.” Psiona slides out of the car first, and soon is standing in front of the door. “I don’t hear anything in there.”

“It’s obviously a trap. They’re waiting for us. They won’t be making a sound until we make one first.” Hope steps up beside Psiona, and presses something on her mask. Red lenses click into place in front of her eyes, and yellow squiggles that look like text form in them. Wow. “Nope. Not even microscopic force. The door was unlocked. I’m going to guess the night watchmen were asked very nicely.”

Flower walks over to a bush near the entrance, and I stare with wide eyes. “No, sorry, I can’t talk to them. I tried once. Most plants are very quiet—too content merely to grow. Probably a weird accent, anyway. But plants respond to things people don’t notice.”

Tunnel steps up beside Hope, and pulls a cigarette out of her trench coat before flicking it into the museum. Nothing explodes, and there aren’t any loud bells or whistles. I guess that was the point. From the look on her face, I think she gets a kick out of having an excuse to throw a cigarette into a museum that doesn’t even need a no smoking sign. Can’t say I blame her.

Taking the initiative, I push open the door a little wider and step in. My boots click enough that I notice it, but Mom taught me a long time ago that I’d never be able to rely on stealth. Being shiny kinda gets in the way of that.

It looks like an interesting enough place for a boring museum. Nothing is knocked over, no display cases open . . . it looks like a museum. Nothing special. Someone must have tripped an alarm by accident. It sounded like a good idea, but we might have come here for nothing.

Once I get to about the middle of the room I turn back around and glance at the entryway. Good. No one followed me in. Since I’m metal it seemed a good idea in case someone was waiting in here with a shotgun.

“I don’t think there’s anyone here! We can all just go back to base and try to figure out—” Something in the darkness shimmers, and I raise an eyebrow. “Never mind. Something is here. Stay back, I’ll figure it out.” Going solo probably isn’t a good idea, but Mom handles everything solo these days. I’m in no way near as experienced, but looking around a museum shouldn’t be that bad.

“Be careful!” Hope’s voice calls out to me, but I feel way too safe with her near to worry that much. I step toward the shimmer, and it doesn’t take long to see just who is responsible.

A woman with skin so pale it’s practically glowing very carefully lifts up the glass on a display, and pulls out a small black lacquered figurine before smashing it against the display itself. A ruby big enough to have trouble fitting comfortably in my palm falls loose, and she grabs it with a grin. She doesn’t look at me, but her voice lets me know she can see me all the same. “Hello again, dear. Lovely to see you. You make a poor courier. Your purpose is still unfulfilled.”

Her voice is familiar, but I can’t place where I know it from. She’s wearing a beautiful ankle-length dress, very tight and form-fitting, that isn’t quite black or white and seems to shift in strips with her breathing. Her long black hair is such a perfect contrast to her gorgeously pale skin-

“You! You were in that car before the night I can’t remember!” I tighten my hands into fists and resist the urge to tackle her. Behind me I can hear the group catching up. “You put that damn thing into my head!”

“Yes, yes I did. And I didn’t kidnap you before the night you can’t remember. I kidnapped you that night. Kept you all day long, then sent you out. I had to be thorough.” She looks so incredibly satisfied with herself. I’ve never seen someone look so satisfied with themselves while still looking elegant. “And I see you brought guests. Lovely. I was hoping you would. I took too much effort to set this trap for five, not for one – though I doubt you could have wiggled free regardless.”

Hope steps up behind me, and I don’t need to turn around to know that everyone else is behind me. Five against one seems like pretty great odds. My math being accurate, why does that not make me feel especially calm?

Tunnel snickers behind me. “Then you aren’t as dangerous as what I pulled out of her head made me think you were.” From what I’ve seen, being on Tunnel’s side is a good thing even if she can come off a bit sharply. Being on the other side doesn’t seem like it would be fun.

In front of us, the woman examines her stolen ruby a little bit closer. Not losing her satisfied expression, she raises an eyebrow as she glances at us through the ruby. Her face is easy to see even through the dark sigil within the jewel. It’s a little too clear. “I know my limitations, Tunnel Vision. A telepath who needs eye contact? You have so much to learn. Almost as much, as your new metal playmate does. So, are you ready to give me the emerald yet, Hope?”

I turn my head to gaze at Hope as she rests her hands over her belt in a very casual gesture. It’s a little obvious and showy for her to be grabbing for a toy. Even still, I almost hope she is. “I don’t even know who you are. I can’t just go around tossing emeralds at the first woman who asks for them. I’d run out of them pretty quick.”

There’s an odd tone to her voice that I can’t quite place. Is it focused? Is it proud? I can’t be sure. The overlying tone is playful confidence. A louder and louder voice is begging for a chance to smash that bitch’s face in, but I hold it back.

“Then for you, my brightly wrapped piece of heroic candy, I am called The Spiral. After you embarrassed my underlings one too many times I decided to come out of seclusion just for you. I should have known better, and dealt with you sooner. I was just enjoying myself elsewhere.” She pauses, and slowly lowers her hand as she extends the other. “Last chance, Hope. Surrender the emerald, and I’ll tell the rest of The Syndicate to forget about your past transgressions. They’re rather close to being done with you, dear.”

I never thought super villains would be so cocky, and dumb. She has to know that Hope wouldn’t bring the emerald, and what would Hope do if she even wanted to surrender it? Shake on it? This is a ploy, but I can’t figure out her angle.

Psiona reaches her hand out past me, fingertips glowing the same blue as what little exists of her uniform as she makes a grasping motion. “Or we’ll just take that off your hands.” For a moment the ruby looks like it’s twisting its way out of The Spiral’s hand, but then she tightens her fist and grins. “Or not.”

“Don’t feel bad, Psiona. You tried.” The Spiral grins, and something in her eyes glitters in a way that looks entirely too familiar as she holds out her hand. “Now for a lesson I think all of you will benefit. A lesson in compliance.”

“Not so-nn!” I turn around quickly when Tunnel’s voice is cut off just in time to see a security guard pulling a blindfold tight against her sunglasses. “God damn it!”

I turn around as soon as The Spiral starts to laugh, just in time to see something begin to swirl inside of the ruby. The sigil is still intact, but bright and dark energy is swirling around inside of it. It’s amazingly beautiful, but hardly enough that I couldn’t look away. “Pretty . . . but I’ve seen prettier roses in bloom.” Flower’s voice is both youthfully fascinated, and utterly unimpressed.

The Spiral shakes her head, and just to prove to myself that I can I look her right in the eye as she does before I dive forward. I’ve had about enough of sitting around listening to some bitch gloat. Just as soon as I’m raising up my fist to slam it into her face, the swirling light and shadow from inside the ruby emerge and I stop helplessly in my tracks.

Red and black light swirls between us, forming a wall that I don’t need to touch to know that I cant get past it. I just . . . know. I can feel it swirling and twisting inside of me even though it’s staying in front of me, solid, moving while staying solid, twisting with such a beautiful duality of red light and pitch darkness. I’ve never seen anything be so powerful while looking so pretty and soft. Just looking at it feels so good, so much like being held, like being soothed, loved . . .

“Compliance. There’s a simple bliss in it, isn’t there? Eyes open, eyes closed . . . Part plant or part statue . . . None of you can resist the pleasure of compliance.” Her voice is coming from the ruby, from the light and the darkness, and I can’t resist either. “This alone is almost worth the trouble you’ve put me through, Hope. Almost. Just to see that dumb, confused smile on your face, which I must admit is quite the treat. It’s not every day I get to see such a thorn melt into a blissful puddle.”

Behind me, I hear Hope sigh just barely louder than I do as that light pulses brighter with its twisting, and the darkness seems darker by contrast. I just feel so at peace, so loved, so in love.

It makes me think of Sylvia, and my knees feel wobbly-weak enough that I nearly fall. My body tingles. My smile feels so lazy but overjoyed, like she was here with me after being apart for so long. “Sylvia . . . Missed you . . .” I know it’s not true, but the words make me feel even better once I’ve said them.

I feel The Spiral’s laugh resonating through me, crashing over me like waves of calm bliss. I don’t know what else could possibly feel better than this. My legs give out from under me, and my head falls painlessly against the floor.

“Poor little Electrum, the first to fall, and the first of many. The rest of you are just as eager as she. Maybe you recognize it, maybe you don’t, but it’s true. And one of you lucky ladies is going to lead me back to my prize.” She has such a gorgeous voice, and the more she speaks the more I can feel a familiar presence curling its way inside of me, twisting and turning and drilling its way into my sense of self. Her voice is more important than anything else ever was.

Hope moans behind me, and I hear the sound of someone hitting the floor with a soft thud, followed by another moan. Tunnel makes a sound that is a cross between a gasp and a scream. “Nnnnnn . . . too strong . . . Don’t . . . feel this way. It isn’t real . . . Not some lovesick slut . . .”

The Spiral laughs more, and soon I can hear Psiona moaning faintly. Tunnel perfectly described how I feel, like some sort of lovesick slut. I feel like Sylvia is standing over me, her sparkling mist coiling around me, as she tells me how much she’s missed me too. All I want to do, is whatever she wants me to do. It doesn’t matter that there’s no way she’s here, that The Spiral isn’t Sylvia; she’s making me feel the same way. I love her. I need her. My thighs are aching I need her so bad.

“Yes you are, Tunnel Vision. You all are. This isn’t the kind of thing you resist. This artifact is almost a thousand years old. These things only get stronger with age.” I can hear Flower panting and mewling lowly, and it sounds just as harmonious as her voice did before. She even sounds like a plant when she’s moaning. “And while alone it does enhance my powers quite nicely from the look of it, my goals are loftier. Which one of you lucky sluts wants to be the one to help your love carve herself a chunk of reality just for her very own?”

I nuzzle into the floor and moan. I want it to be me, but I feel so lost to it that I can’t say a word anymore. I just want it. I just need it. It’s not leaving enough other things in my head to help me come up with a reasonable response. I just want more Sylvia, even if it’s through someone else.

Psiona’s moans turn into desperate screams. “Me, me, oh goddess please choose me! I’ll take you to the emerald, I’ll give you the emerald, I’ll give you my everything, just take me, keep me, love me!” I’ve never heard anyone sound so desperate before, but for this feeling, it makes sense. “Please!”

There’s nothing but silence from The Spiral as the light and shadow continue to swirl into me even with my eyes closed. It’s such a yummy, soothing sensation. All I have to do is bask like it’s sunshine, and I can feel more love than I’ve ever felt before in my life. Psiona’s grunts, louder and more insistent than mine, are becoming more and more desperate by the moment. It makes me want to crawl over to her and pull her tight, but then I’d be farther from the light and The Spiral’s voice. I don’t want to do either of those things, so I’m stuck laying half-melted on the floor.

“No other takers? At least not audible enough . . . Very well. Psiona, rise, and come to me. We have much to do. As for the rest of you, while my love is soon to depart as it is quick to infect, you will always have each other. I suggest you savor that fact. The next time we meet, you might have each other even more.” Something casts a different kind of shadow over me for a moment, and then the red fades away completely.

I gasp in shock and try to flutter my eyes, but the loss is so intense it’s hard to do anything but whimper. Love. Closeness. Gone. I feel worse than I felt alone on that couch. I feel miserable, solitary, unwanted . . .

Heels click away slowly, Psiona and The Spiral, and I feel more and more alone the quieter the sound gets. I’m losing her all over again. Being constantly alone is miserable, but at least you adjust to it. Being so held, so loved, so savored and adored, and then suddenly thrown to someplace cold, hard, it’s unspeakably cruel. I need something, I need someone, but I feel too miserable to move, too lost to move.

“Auro . . . Aurora. I’m right here . . .” Hope’s voice sounds just as sad, but full of sympathy, empathy, and not a drop of pity. I wonder how she knows just how horrible I’m feeling, but when I listen closely I hear the sound of my own sniffling over the desolate loneliness. A hand finds my boot, and I can feel it slowly rubbing up higher. “Come here . . .”

Remembering, feeling Hope’s presence does make me feel a lot safer and a lot more grounded. I mewl as I try to twist around on the floor, slowly moving closer to her as my eyes flutter open. Her mask is still on, but her eyes look so different. Her pupils are dilated, her cheeks are flushed, and she seems to be panting as she pulls herself up against me. Feeling her body against mine makes the world feel a lot better. I don’t feel alone at all. I still ache for Sylvia, but if I can’t have Sylvia, Hope is not a bad runner up.

I squirm against her, looking into her eyes. She is so pretty. She makes me feel so safe. I wish I could feel the same for her as I do for Sylvia, I just . . . I don’t know if I can feel like that for anyone else.

“Aurora . . Mmm . . . so pretty, metal and divine light . . . When the red started swirling you were all that I could think about. Always had such a crush on your mother, and you . . . you’re so beautiful. A dream come true . . .” She kisses me, harder than I’ve ever been kissed, more rawly than I’ve been ever kissed, and it might even hurt if my lips weren’t metal. Speechless, dazed, lost, all I do is kiss her back with a quivering groan.

When I was thinking about Sylvia, Hope was thinking about me . . . it makes me feel so strange, but so much of my mind is reminding me I don’t have to think very hard right now, and I decide to listen to it.

Her hands roam over my top, squeezing and pulling mewls from both of us. Even metal my flesh yields to her touch, even if more faintly that it might have otherwise. Her thumb rubs over my nipple through my top, and I can’t stop squirming. It hardens instantly, and all I can do is moan when she kisses along my ear.

Trying to reciprocate I rub down along her back, pulling her tighter as my hand curls around her ass with a squeeze. I let my current flow enough to make her clench, and kiss my way along her neck. Something inside of me screams that this is cheating, that this is wrong. I wish it would shut up. I’m still supposed to be mind-blasted. I know that Hope is. I just want to touch her, to feel her, to sate this need for intimacy. I want to be worthy of how she feels about me.

I hear Tunnel moaning and twist to look at her. While Flower is passed out beside her, Tunnel is watching us, eyes hooded, dress pulled up past her thighs as she rubs her pussy. Her rubbing is nearly as desperate as Hope’s kissing down over my collarbone. Did I resist a little more than everyone else did? I definitely didn’t give in like Psiona did . . .

Hope’s lips close around my bottom lip, suckling as I pitifully whimper and squirm against her. My hands feel along her thighs, along her back. They stay hard and metal, sizzling as they move enough to feel good at sensitive places along her sides, along her legs, but never at the places that would be too far or would send her right over the edge. I’m even teasing her. My mind isn’t as far gone as I want it to be anymore. I shouldn’t feel pouty about that, but I do. I want to still be lost so this won’t be my fault.

When my blond-wigged heroine starts pitifully struggling, not quite able to pull her top up over her tits, I know I can’t do it. Nearly sobbing, I push her away and wrap my arms around myself. My mind feels so fragmented, so twisted. I should feel safe close to her, and I do, but I don’t feel like it’s safe for her if I’m close. What she wants . . .

Tunnel moans again, still rubbing away, and Hope doesn’t seem to understand as she tries to rub herself against me. Sighing, I turn my hand back to peach, just my hand, and slap Hope with the anticipation of her mind shifting back into place.

When it doesn’t, I just try to pull away gracefully, staring, trying to figure out what to do next.