The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Wakey, wakey, Aurora! Someones at the door for you.” Counter nudges me awake. I’m on the couch. Crap. That means I must have fallen a sleep during our lesson. “Waaaakey. Wakey.”

“I’m awaaaake. Fuck. Stall them. I’ll be right there.” A cold sip of cocoa is still left in my white mug. It doesn’t have the same appeal it did when it was warm, but the disappointment is enough to wake me up.

Not only did I fall asleep on the couch, but I fell asleep wearing my uniform again. I don’t know how Hope managed to get this uniform to do this to my tits without being uncomfortable to sleep in. When I feel safe talking to her again I’ll have to ask. For now I’m not sure if I’d be more likely to break her face or cry. Not a big fan of the uncertainty factor there.

I stumble barefoot over to the door and practically collapse against it as Counter moves out of the way. “Oh! Hi Kelly! It’s been awhile! Wondered where you were during the end of Lys’s little conspiracy. Wondered a little if you’d ever show up again, but I’ve been kinda busy.”

Kelly holds up her hand, and a light dew forms around her hand before giving her a set of rainbow knuckles. Before I can react they’re slamming across my cheek that turned metal somewhere along the way, and I fall back onto my ass. Thankfully my ass doesn’t turn metal. That means its sore, but the floor isn’t broken. My powers are getting better about being instinctual in the way I want them to.

There are a lot of people who probably deserve to give me a punch like that. Sylvia owes me a couple. Nikki definitely does. I don’t know why the hell Kelly thinks she does.

Her eyes don’t look mind controlled. That can mean a lot of things, but they look clear and thoughtful. That spark of intelligence and passion is definitely there. She might even have a little extra of that spark in the less than perfect way. It’s the sort of spark that makes me not want to gt back up unless I want to fall harder the second time.

Counter Spell turns to reach for her staff, and I shake my head and hold a hand out to her. The rainbow is still wrapped around Kelly’s hand. “So . . . nice to see you too.”

“I was the one who dragged Tunnel to Mourning Frost. I was the one who made sure the backup was there to help you in time. I was the one who joined a group of people I’d never met before to help stop the contingency plans from firing off. And you never even asked where the hell I was!” Okay. Shit. Maybe she deserves to get a few licks in, too. “I told Mourning Frost to let you know where I was if you asked. I told her to give you the cell they’d given me if you needed to reach me. If you wanted to reach me. You know it’s almost been a month since I saved your sorry ass. What the hell is that you’re wearing?”

“Oh. Right. The uniform. I’m—”

“Silver Girl. Yeah. I know. I heard. From Mourning Frost. Because I was afraid something happened to you.” She laces her fingers together, snapping her knuckles before waging her hand and dispelling the rainbow in the process. “You look good in white. Probably a good idea you didn’t go with the skirt like your mom did. I’ve actually got more important things to do here in Midas before I go back home, but I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten about you. Counter Spell.”

She nods to Counter, who nods back. I don’t get up as Kelly walks away. We didn’t exactly meet under the best of circumstances, but we fucked and then I never asked what happened to her. She disappeared off my radar, and I hadn’t even noticed.

It’s hard to realize you’re a little too self absorbed sometimes. Wake up calls help, even if they sting like a bitch.

“So, you want to explain what that was all about?” I take Counter’s offered hand, and stumble up to my feet. “Kelly . . . Prism . . . Yikes. You never even asked what happened to her? That’s kinda cold.”

“Nothing more to say, really. We met because Doctor Lys shoved us in a room together. We ended up breaking out together, and on the way to Midas to stop Quillspawn we may have gotten intimate at a roadside motel . . . Then I got sucked into being Silver Girl and looking for mom after everything with Lys was over . . .” I never thought I’d just forget about someone like that. She did come to mind, but I never thought of actually looking into it. Mina’s mom is out of witness protection, but I’ve spoken with Mourning Frost since that happened.

I never even asked once.

“What’s the word for ‘total fuckup’ in elvish?”

“I think it’s ‘human’ but I’ll have to check later.” Counter doesnt smirk, or even pause. “Don’t beat yourself up so hard. She was steamed enough to deck you. It isn’t as if she reached out. You don’t need that kind of drama.” You’d think someone whose nose was stuck in a book for so long wouldn’t be as understanding of human interactions. “She’ll come around, or you can take her off of your imaginary speed dial.”

She’s right. Of course she’s right. it’s not like I can go back in time and fix anything. if I could, I would never have left Midas.

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. It feels a little longer than I like it, but Silver Girl had longer hair than I do. I can sacrifice a little bit of comfort for the name fitting a little bit better. “You taken a shower yet?”

“Yeah . . . why?” My wizardess sidekick slowly blinks, her eyes looking to mine almost suspiciously.

“Because I’m taking one, then we’re going on patrol. Write a note for Mina so she doesn’t get back from class and have a heart attack.” Patrolling when the sun is still out is even more dull than patrolling outside police stations. But, I have some steam that I need to blow off.

Besides, who knows . . . maybe today will be the day I finally find a sign mom really did reach out to me.

It could happen.

“How many times have we driven around the same streets?” Counter Spell squeezes her arms just a little tighter around me. She isn’t quite as curvy as Sylvie or Kelly, but her body is still warm and a little too-enjoyable against mine considering our working relationship. “Think it’s time to go back home yet? Your reckless driving is less amusing in the day when there are other cars on the road.”

“Hey! My driving is mellow! I haven’t used the sidewalk once, and we’re going under the speed limit even when there isn’t traffic.” Truth be told, I’m probably going a little faster than I should. I feel a little calmer, but being restrained doesn’t help blow off tension. I’d need to restrain myself when we actually found some crime to stop, but that’s a different kind of restrained. Since only one in a hundred crimes need me to be serious, I can focus more on having fun with my sparks and showing off.

That helps, too.

Counter Spell groans. “You’re calm as I am mundane. Take a left here, instead of a right! I want to see what’s down that street!”

I tense, but take the left anyway. We haven’t done a lot of sight seeing, but I’ve been avoiding this left for a reason. No, I’m not sticking to mom’s old patrol routes. That would be silly. The city has changed since then. You need to adapt with your city or your city will outgrow you.

“Holy shit, look at the size of that building. Pull over, I wanna get a look!” With a sigh I pull over and nudge out the kickstand. Counter Spell stands up and stares up the height of what I’ve always called “Chronos Tower”. Not the best name, but it’s real name is something more mundane. I don’t even glance at the sign. Everyone calls it some variation of “The Old Chronos Building” anyway.

I kill Aureus’s engine, and look up with Counter. “That’s the old Chronos Building. Dunno if you ever heard the story? Jesse Colloten, rich big shot, ran a company that gave supers work . . . was actually involved in everything from hypnotic serial recruitment, to selling women, to . . . Well, I never wanted to hear all the details. My mom got snatched into it.”

“Oh. Yeah, I know it’s probably common knowledge if you grew up here, but you need to remember I didn’t. You’ll have to tell me the rest sometime.” It’s strange to go from rooming with my mother’s biggest fan to rooming with a woman who barely knows who she is. It’s not a bad change. Counter Spell smiles and pulls her staff out of her sleeve as though it were the most common act in the world or as if it could actually fit. She makes magic look so simple. “Almost tempted to poof up there and get a better look at the city. It’s gotta be a thousand stories . . .”

I shake my head and giggle. “Just a hundred. That’s still pretty tall. Even if there’s a time when that building seems small, I doubt they’ll ever build it taller. They’d be more likely to demolish it.”

“This Chronos was that big of a deal, huh?” I nod, and Counter Spell shrugs. “I really need to ask your cousin to give me another, more detailed run down of this city. Or you. Would only be fair, I’m teaching you elvish. Though I guess you’re teaching me the spirit of this place if not all of it’s history.”

Its been a month, and a month is a lot longer than it sounds . . . but there’s so much to teach! Every time I think that I’ve told Counter everything important my mom taught me, something new comes up. At least we both seem to be enjoying our partnership.

Counter hugs her staff to her chest as her smile turns subtly calmer. “Hopefully I’ll be able to make you proud of how well I’ve embraced that spirit before long.”

“You already do.” I sit sidesaddle on Aureus, and pull out my cellphone to take a quick picture of the building. Mom was always nostalgic for some of the things that happened inside. She was always clear about it being a cautionary tale, but she had a family in that building. It’s a part of the history of Silver Girl. It’s just full of lawyers and other boring offices now. That’s for the best, but its still not as interesting.

With a yawn Counter twirls her staff and leans on it. “Thanks. But I’m sort of worn out from riding around town doing nothing for what’s felt like . . . been . . . hours. Mind if I head home?”

“Nah. I don’t think I’ll be back right away, but I won’t stay out all night. A night off might do me some good. Tell Mina I said hi!” Counter shares a wave with me before she poofs into another plume of quickly fading blue smoke. I might be able to do magic without thinking, but the magic she can do with a little thinking is a lot more impressive.

Not particularly interested in hanging around with the ghosts of my mother’s past I hop back on Aureus and start driving. It’s hard to get lost in a city you’ve explored inside and out, but I try. It almost feels like I never left. California was good for me, but I never really belonged there. Not really.

It’s starting to get late in the afternoon. Still entirely too early for any real excitement, but I don’t feel like heading back home all the same. I should try to get in touch with Monique and ask for Kelly’s number. I’m not still sore physically, but that doesn’t mean much. It takes a lot to make a girl who turns to metal sore, much less stay sore. I’m not about to say it hasn’t happened, but it takes effort.

A small crowd of women draw my attention, and my foot nudges Aureus onto her kickstand.

“Pick a card! Any card! No card? Every card! I’ll find it again, or you’ll find it next week when you do your laundry!” Right in the center of the crowd is a woman wearing a top hat, tails, and a nice pair of fishnets. Her long wavy blonde hair, and voice trained for radio sound out of place on the street instead of in a Vegas showroom. She doesn’t have a table in front of her so it’s clear the deck of cards that she’s shuffling in the air aren’t for gambling but some kind of magic show.

The only worrying detail that stands out is the small red mask just around her eyes. It’s stylized just enough, the edges past her eyes curling up whimsically, and blending well with the wispy purple eyeshadow that almost looks like butterfly wings.

Her green eyes meet mine, and she smiles more. Her hands wrap around the deck of cards, giving it a squeeze before she starts to clap. She’s wearing white gloves that almost make her look cartoonish if not for her shape and odd refinement. “Of course, I could, if this lovely heroine here could give me back my deck. Quite rude of you, really.”

“I don’t ha-what the hell . . .?” Her cards are in my hand. I didn’t feel them there until I started speaking. They aren’t especially heavy, but its still a little freaky. “Uhm . . . sorry about that! Here you go, Miss—”

“No problem at all, argent avenger! These things happen, you see. But at least they didn’t wind up in the wrong hands! A round for her, everyone. I’m just an entertainer after all. She’s making the streets safe!” Even with the whole crowd cheering and clapping right along with her, I feel like a big clumsy idiot. Without skipping a beat she’s perfectly integrated me into her show. “Really though, thanks for being a good sport. Silver Girl, right?”

I haven’t heard of a street magician making rounds in Midas, but when you’re mostly listening and reading the news to hear about robbers, murderers, and escaped supers things like that can fall under your radar pretty easy. If she’s been preforming in town for very long, I still feel a little uninformed. It’s important to know what does and doesn’t belong.

Something about her definitely feels like it doesn’t.

With a nod I hand her back the deck. There’s something funny about the way we can both be wearing white gloves and yet have them look so entirely different. Her cards felt just as expensive as her gloves do as her fingers brush against mine. I haven’t played a lot of cards beyond the “go fish” every kid plays, but I can still recognize a quality deck when I feel it.

Intrigued by the show, our small crowd gathers closer.

Maybe in response, the magician smiles resumes shuffling her deck Every movement she makes is so precise. It’s almost like some kind of ancient ritual. It’s obviously nothing like Counter Spell would do, but its still impressive. She pulls the stack in half, and bridges them together before smoothing the stack and splitting anew. Something about the way she seems to be shuffling them on a table in midair is impressive, as is the speed. The pattern on the back is a beautiful red, with a unique pattern of interconnected circles I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. Just watching her shuffle is actually a little dizzying. I can only imagine the crowd would end up focusing more on me or her than the cards themselves.

Counter spell might use real magic, but she still understands how this sort of ‘illusion’ works. I’m sure she would roll her eyes and tell me that was the whole point.

“Silver Girl, huh? Coulda sworn she was a little older. What’s your secret? Snake oil? Nanotechnology? Deals with the devil? I’ve heard the latter is very popular, especially amongst arachnids.” Her voice snaps me back into the moment, and makes my cheeks burn. Damn it. I hate when I get lost in one small little detail like that.

I shake my head and laugh as the crowd laughs with me.. “That Silver Girl is my mother. She’s missing at the moment, but Midas still does a little better with me around in her boots. Figuratively. She had pointier heels. You from around here?”

“Originally, yes. Grew up a few blocks away, actually. But I’ve been here, there . . . I don’t like to be tied down.” She grins, those big emerald eyes so focused on mine even as she shuffles. I think she’s as much of a dedicated show-woman as Sylvia, and that’s pretty damned impressive. A card comes up between our eyes, a very stylized ace of hearts. The heart itself isn’t just one shape, but what must be hundreds of smaller hearts of varying shades of red all laid over one another. The effect is faintly holographic, making it shift with the natural ambient light. “I think this is your card.”

“My card . . .? But I didn’t . . .” She’s one step ahead of me. I can’t even guess where she intends to take this. Heroines are miniature celebrities so playing off of one will likely keep the crowd entertained, but it’s hard to remember there is a crowd. I can see them just out of the edges of my vision, but it doesn’t seem that important.

The woman laughs, and pulls the card back, reuniting our gazes. “Your card. Not the card you chose, but the card that chooses you. The ace of hearts. It’s a strong card. Emotional. Loving. It suits you.” Her pun brings a laugh from the crowd, but I’ve still got tunnel vision. I take a breath to gather my thoughts, and feel the breath full of a sweet flower petal scent that makes me think of Flora. I hope she’s doing well, I have to remember to give her a call later. “Remember it. It’ll remember you.”

I blink a little, and nod. “Okay. I’ll remember it. You dodged it before, but what’s your name?”

“Awww. Can’t a girl have a few secrets? Not all of us go around without masks, Silver Girl. Does it make you feel more vulnerable? The eyes are the windows to the soul. A little armor never hurts, even if people know just what’s behind.” My ace disappears back into her deck, and is quickly lost in the cascade of shifting cards. “Your thoughts?”

“But . . . that doesn’t . . . Something isn’t right. Stop shuffling your cards, stop . . . just stop . . .” A woman wraps herself around my arm, pulling it between her breasts and holding it there. In the time it takes me to remember which of my arms is left and which is right the same happens to my left arm, and I feel too weak to struggle. “Lemme go . . .”

The woman giggles, and I try to hold my breath. There’s something in the air, some sort of drug or something. That has to be it, but . . . When I’m metal I’m usually immune to those sorts of things, and usually parts of me turn to metal on instinct when that happens. Something doesn’t feel right. Her eyes are too deep, and her cards are moving too quick. I can feel the friction of each shuffle between my eyes.

Metal, right. I pull my metal over my body, but it doesn’t get any easier to think. Instead I just feel heavier. The women pressing against me feel warmer, too. “Not even close. Your card would miss you, Silver Girl. We can’t have that.”

“Can’t have . . . no . . . no!” I try to yell, but my voice barely raises above a whisper. I can’t seem to let my eyes fall anywhere away from her cards or her eyes. I’m smarter than this. I’m stronger than this, but the more I try to strain myself the dizzier i feel, and the easier it is to let the metal melt back inside of me. The women holding my arms are now holding me up. I just can’t fight against it. I can’t pull away, I can’t . . .

“Silly, silly Silver Girl. I think you’d look so sexy with your hair styled to cover up one eye. We could dye it black, and call you ‘One-Eyed Jacki’. Then again, that only works if you have a twin sister, with as generous measurements. You don’t, do you?” I mumble out a ‘no’ before I even realize my lips are moving. Her shuffling gets slower, quieter, but I can still feel it inside of my head. The reflection from the back of the cards still rings through my head. I feel faint and dizzy and top heavy and fuzzy and . . .

She snaps her fingers in front of my eyes, jarring me away from the reverie of her cards. Her eyes are so close to mine. That scent filling the air is so thick. I feel half liquid. Maybe a little like jello . . .

“A mask isn’t really very much of a disguise if you’ve met the person before. It is however, something I have that you don’t. Like control of this situation, mmm?” She laughs in such a cruel, cold way. It sends a shudder right down my spine as those women holding me arch harder against me. “Always being on the move means I can keep my girls for such a long time as long as I don’t draw much attention. You are a little unique for my collection, but I do need fifty two . . .”

It feels so strange to still be so cognizant. I can think of so many ways I could get away, but none of them work. I can’t look away. I can’t tear my arms away. I can’t turn back into metal. I can’t . . .

My lips twitch into a smile, and silver arcs out over my arms. The women holding me scream and mewl in pleasure, slackening, and sending me falling down to my knees as they drop with me. I try to use the momentum to pull away, but the blonde entertainer crouches down with me, and holds that ace back in front of my face.

Each little heart in the larger heart looks like it has a small, miniature spiral swirling and shifting inside of it. Just looking at it makes it so my eyes don’t want to look away. I try to pull my head away, but my eyes stay glued. I feel hooked, glued, trapped, but I can’t convince myself to move in any way that would make that heart go away. My eyes won’t close. I can’t bring out my silver to fill my vision. My silver won’t even respond now.

“More spunk in you than I thought . . . You know, your mom is why I hadn’t been back home in awhile? Heard she got bumped off. I don’t intend on killing you, but you might go missing too. Could make it so the only hair still silver is just for me and you to see, could make you my little ace of hearts . . . what do you say?”

“N-nnno . . . what are you doing . . . make it . . . I can’t close my eyes . . .!”

She laughs, and holds the heart closer. “Mmhm. Now, it’s time to make it so you can’t open them.” The edge of the card presses to my forehead, and something like a static shock burns into that point. My eyes slam shut, and all I can see are those swirling shifting red spirals.

I think I fall flat, but I can’t tell as I fall into the swirling red and drift away.