The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Maybe you should move in with me.” Rebeca pulled Aurora closer as they cuddled together in the dim light that penetrated the heiress’s curtains. “We work at the same place so we see each other on your breaks, but we still get time apart. We’ve been together for a year tomorrow. Maybe we should think about well . . . taking it to the next level. Living together.”

After the events surrounding the last time they’d considered that possibility, the two had agreed they were taking things too quickly. It hadn’t been mentioned since. Aurora mewled and pressed her lips to Rebeca’s neck.

Does she really think she has to ask? I’d do anything for her. This year with her has been the best year of my life. I’ve saved lives, I’ve learned so much about who I am . . . Aurora sighed, kissing a path to the tip of her lover’s ear. The thought hadn’t occurred to her but it felt so logical. They’d done everything else they could to grow closer without living together. Her mind mulled over all of the things they’d shared, long candlelit nights, nursing Rebeca through a couple of injuries, destroying any real presence The Syndicate had in the bay, and so many little things that would take an eternity to list.

“That sounds like a really good idea. I’ll want to talk to my aunt about it, maybe we could do it like in a week or a month or something so she won’t think I’m rushing into it. We’ve been amazingly patient for once . . .” Aurora grinned and nibbled on Rebeca’s ear, shuddering at the first hint of her mewling. “Would mean waking up and falling asleep with you beside me every morning and every night . . . Mmm that sounds so amazingly yummy. Then maybe we could get a crime-fighting kitty and name it Spot by day, and Spot Light the Crime Cat by night! Then it could save a part-plant kitty for Flora and Heather. They could have adventures.”

Rebeca laughed and squeezed Aurora tighter before rolling the smaller woman onto her back and pinning her down into the bed.“That, we can think about after we live together. Besides, I don’t already have a kitten-cape, and we’d have to raise our heroic feline from infancy. So, that one waits on the speed of a competent tailor.”

The brunette’s delivery was so deadpan that for too many long moments Aurora stared up into her eyes almost afraid she was serious. She considered mentioning that crime fighting was very dangerous for animals, but then Rebeca winked.

She felt silly, but it was a lazy Saturday morning. She was supposed to feel silly. Silly meant that Aurora wasn’t worrying about anything. Silly meant that no evil-doers had blown anything up—at least that anyone had noticed. Crime seemed quite oddly to respect mornings. It felt entitled to the night, but very rarely had it made the two jump out of bed and suit up.

“I do think it would be nice to live together . . . get a cat . . . plan a future together . . .” Aurora’s cheeks darkened as she slowly squirmed under Rebeca. The older woman’s gaze, her hold, and her naked body lightly shining all made Aurora tremble. “I mean . . . if you want. I don’t want to force you into getting a cat if you don’t want to get a cat. If you’re not the kind of girl that wants to have cats, that’s fine. I’ve never really liked dogs but they’re okay, just you know, having pets together, growing old together, ya know, I like those things.”

Rebeca raised a dark eyebrow and leaned closer. Aurora trembled as she felt Rebeca grind her into the bed. “You don’t really mean cats at all, do you sweetie?” Rebeca’s voice was firm and dominant, making Aurora quiver from the tips of her toes to her scalp. Meekly she nodded and blushed. Rebeca smiled more. “Maybe, not right away, but . . .”

“I know . . . I don’t want kittens right away. I mean there’s flea collars and vaccinations and we’d need to put those little white things in all of the empty electrical sockets . . .” Aurora’s voice trembled as Rebeca’s lips trailed down along her neck. The wet hot kisses made the young heroine groan and struggle to keep her silly tone instead of melting into the toes-curled helpless voice she was falling into. “But I . . . I want that with you . . . I’ll even carry them home . . .”

“Sounds good to me . . .” Rebeca’s hands cupped Aurora’s breasts, kneading them slowly in perfect cadence with her voice. “But I want some more time just you and me. I want to have so much more adventure before we commit ourselves like that. There are a lot of things I want to do to you that I don’t want kittens walking in on . . .”

Aurora’s eyes melted shut as she arched into Rebeca’s hands. “Mmmm gets so hard to think about anything but doing what you want when you touch me like this. Mmmm take me over . . . you always know what’s best . . .”

Blue eyes hooded as nails raked from the curves of Aurora’s breasts down to her thighs. She arched her back with a loud groan as her legs shuddered apart. With a grin Rebeca slid her leg between Aurora’s, pressing it smoothly against her wet sex. Aurora moaned and wrapped her legs around Rebeca’s. Her hips started to rock in a rhythm Rebeca was intimately familiar with.

Lips suckled at Aurora’s ear, coaxing deeper moans. Aurora’s fingers grasped at the sheets as Rebeca’s teeth nibbled their way down her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head, eyelids fluttering as fingers grasped her nipples and twisted.

“I love how I can be a little rougher with you . . . and you just do this . . .” Rebeca twisted dramatically harder, quicker, and Aurora’s eyes shot open wide as she screamed. Her nipples quickly shifted from flesh to metal, still warm and soft in Rebeca’s fingers. “It just makes you do that. It’s so hot to be able to do that without even hurting you. I love being able to be rough and never giving you a single bruise. But just because you don’t bruise, that doesn’t mean I can’t kiss it all better.”

Rebeca closed her eyes as she leaned forward, dark hair falling around Aurora’s breast as she leaned in close and suckled at her nipple. She suckled hard, making Aurora shake and inhale her name before she kissed the way across her chest and evened her out.

Aurora panted, her eyes half-open but powerfully glazed. They were unfocused. She made no attempt to try otherwise. Her breathing was quick as her hips continued to rub her heat against Rebeca’s leg. Even though Rebeca’s hands were clawing along her thighs, stroking higher, teasing her rhythm faster, phantom hands kept her shoulders pinned. She was trapped in euphoric bliss as she drowned in Rebeca’s affections.

Flashes of silver and amethyst tingled beyond her perception, whispering deep into her mind as lips trailed their way down her body. Aurora whimpered at the loss of Rebeca’s knee. Aurora could feel the desire in her rising, threatening to burst, and nearly sobbed with need. “Pleeeease fuck me . . . Rebeca . . . Hope . . . I neeeeed you . . .”

A shudder ran along Rebeca’s spine. Teeth closed around her bottom lip to hold back the sound of a moan. Instead of a verbal reply she let her actions speak, tongue tracing a winding path along the inside of Aurora’s thigh to her slit.

Colors were all Aurora could see as she came, whining out her lover’s name long and slow as if each syllable was sacred. If Aurora was cognizant of anything beyond the buzz of hot afterglow, and Rebeca’s eager mouth suckling at her pussy, she would be thinking how grateful she was for letting Rebeca take care of her. She’d always been sensitive once she let down her defenses, but even Sylvia had to work a little harder to send her over the edge.

Rebeca’s tongue traced along her clit, sending a pulse of heat through her body that made the colors flash brighter and longer. Rebeca was her world. She never wanted to leave her side. She never wanted to leave her bed.

Pleasure pinned her down, body and mind, ravishing away her reality. She swam in a sea of moans and shudders accented by Rebeca’s voice and the scent of Rebeca’s arousal. Thoughts were a fuzzy distant memory as she writhed and whimpered, ruining the sheets as she clenched and groaned.

“Mmmm . . . You get so hot when you’re lost inside of yourself . . . Come on . . . Wakey wakey.” Rebeca’s voice slowly tugged Aurora back into the real world. She fluttered her eyes and focused them on Rebeca’s. Their special shade of blue that had once reminded her of Sylvia now reminded her only of Rebeca. “Love that adoring smile you get after we’’ve made love. Mmm even when it’s rough that’s what it feels like to me. It’s definitely not just fucking. It’s so much more. You’re just such a sweet melty little metal angel.”

As Aurora fluttered her eyes and squirmed more into her role as a waking woman she realized so much of her body was metal. Not all of it, but lines along her legs, her sides, her nipples, her neck . . . it made her shudder. She was thankful her metal was so good at protecting her but still so sensitive.

Feeling the way that Rebeca touches me gives my life a whole new meaning. I can’t even imagine not being able to feel that. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life . . .

“I have to go in to work today. It’s just some stuff along the lines of checking that a point release passes muster, but I have to do it. The last time I let someone else do that, well . . . remember point three?” Both women shuddered. Rebeca kissed Aurora’s lips with a smile and wiggled softly against her. “So, there’s some pizza in the fridge if you get hungry. I promise I’ll be done before noon, then we can spend the whole day together. So, don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Mmmm . . . Whatever you say, Rebeca. You know I always just want to make you happy, more than anything . . .” Aurora smiled brightly with hints of cognizance sparkling around the edges. “I’ll stay here and wait for you. I’ll get some food in a bit but I think I just want to savor the afterglow and dream about you . . .”

Rebeca grinned. Her lips pressed to Aurora’s forehead before she pulled away. “Then I’m going to go shower and scoot. I’d ask you to share, but you know I hate doing that anyway. Enjoy yourself while I’m gone!”

“Promise!” Aurora giggled, wiggling a little in place before she let out a dreamy sigh. “Promise . . . I’ll wait right here. Go get wet and soapy. I’ll have fun dreaming about it.” A voice in the young woman complained that she loved sharing showers with Rebeca, but she wanted Rebeca happy. That meant a lot more than what she wanted. She’d never shower with her again if Rebeca didn’t want her to. Losing something she could do with Rebeca made her feel a pang of despair, but she never let her bright smile show it.

The brunette sighed dreamily to herself, holding a hand to her chest and spinning once as she stepped into her bathroom. Her mirror-self grinned in time with her as she met her eye to eye. “Everything is going perfect. Things between Aurora and I might have started off a little poorly, but now it’s perfect. I love her so much, and she loves me . . .”

For a moment her reflection winced, but then her grin returned. Anything that wasn’t on the level happened so long ago that now it was Aurora’s level. They’d grown close, intimate, inseparable. No reason to feel guilty now . . . Rebeca eased herself into the burning hot water of the shower and fluttered her eyes as she let it sizzle the bad thoughts away.

“Can’t believe it’s really worked out. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve always really cared about you, but I never thought we’d actually make it. Never had a good relationship with another heroine before, and ‘beca wasn’t my first.” Heather smiled at Flora across the breakfast table. “But it’s different with you. You’re just different enough in all of the right ways. My cute little loveblossom . . .”

Flora wiggled in her seat, hands reaching up beside her flowers to pantomime blooming. With a relaxed sigh Flora took a bite of bacon and gazed lovingly at Heather. “Your little love blossom . . . and my brainy little telekinetic . . . come on, drop your illusion for me, please? You’re so much prettier when you aren’t pretending to be.”

Heather took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes, and forcefully brought down her illusion. It wasn’t hard to bring down, but it took a lot more conscious effort than any other illusion she maintained. It reminded her of times when her mother threatened her that if she didn’t stop it, her face would stick that way. There wasn’t a real risk of being permanently trapped in her redheaded guise, but there had been a time or two when it was more difficult.

Freckles sprouted over her face as the shape subtly rounded, heart-shaped as opposed to angular. Her hair browned and shortened. Her skin paled. Her eyes darkened to a soft brown. When it was done Heather’s smile was half as apologetic as it used to be when she dropped her illusion.

Soft green lips twisted into a very satisfied smile. “I understand using the red and all as a disguise, but you look so pretty. I wish one day you’d spend it entirely like this. Even if we just stay inside all day, you know I love seeing you like this. That should be plenty of incentive! If it wouldn’t hurt like tearing off a finger I’d give you a flower for your trouble!”

“Don’t do that, sweetie. You’d be all sad and lopsided.” Heather smiled a little more as a blush spread across her features. “I have to go in to work today. You have the day off, right? My thing is just some stupid organizational meeting.”

“Nope! Home free! I was going to do some gardening since it’s been so beautiful outside.” Flora fluttered her lashes cutely as the flowers atop her head faintly twitched. “So when you get off, you know what I’ll be up to.” Memories of rolling around in the dirt with Heather made Flora’s thighs clench. “Maybe I’ll wait to shower off until you get home.”

Flora groaned at the sudden feeling of fingertips rubbing up along the inside of her thighs and pushing as if to spread them wide. She let her thighs move on their own, spreading open, and whimpered when the touches disappeared completely. Across the table, Heather giggled mischievously and slid her tongue slowly across her lips. Flora opened her mouth to playfully protest when she felt fingers tightly grasping her nipples and tugging them out towards Heather. Her body was pulled by the force, nipples hardening instantly against her dress.

Hidden under the table Heather’s hand glowed a very light blue. In the past my illusion was what my lovers wanted, but if Flora wants me . . . as me . . . maybe my powers can still be good for something.

Green skin turned slick as Heather twisted her fingers and made Flora feel pure force rubbing along her slit. The petals in her hair shuddered as another scream tore from the half-plant’s throat. “Oooh you are just so good at that . . .! Don’t know how you weren’t taken a million times over before we met!”

“Picky, and you’re the first person that actually wanted me. You know that, sweetie.” Heather lifted her hand above the table and twisted it slowly. Flora’s eyes rolled up into her head as her whole body shook in the pleasure of feeling her nipples and her clit pinched at once. Each touch was firm but sensitive, pressing just enough to sizzle without making the flower wince.

They’d first hooked up during the team’s hiatus after The Spiral kidnapped Psiona. Heather wanted to feel love. Flora was loving. They’d had a little fun bordering on the edge of serious. Chlora’s influence had accelerated their relationship.

Flora screamed again as she felt Heather’s psychic touch pressing past the lips of her sex, filling her with shifting twisting sensations. Green fingers desperately grasped at the table as she panted quicker. “Oh goddess you’re so good without even needing to touch me . . . but I can feel it’s you, I can always tell when it’s you . . . it feels warm, it feels tender it feels . . . Heather!”

Pollen burst from Flora’s flowers as her thighs turned slick. Slowly Heather’s touches pulled back only to reshape, enveloping the woman in tender warmth as it began to rock her. “It is me touching you. Just because I’m over here? Doesn’t mean I’m not over there, too.”

Heather sighed as she took a bite from her plate, hand still twisting slowly in the air. It felt so strange to be completely happy with who she was underneath the illusion. It felt so strange to have a selfish use for her powers. But I love it. This makes everything else worth it. This makes work worth it. This makes saving the world have a more intense reason. This makes me have a lot more of a reason.

“I love you, Flora. Every petal, every little inch of chlorophyll-green skin . . .” Heather sighed and let her hand drop down onto the table. “I want to be with you forever. Maybe some day you’d teach me how to green up this brown thumb of mine.”

“If you had time I’d get a little green all over you right now. As it is . . . you bet. You can start with a cactus.” Flora smiled a tired smile that slowly became a grin. “They don’t take much water. The hardest part is resisting the urge.”

The mentalist raised an eyebrow as she swallowed another bite. “Wait. So you’re asking me to resist making a plant wet? Me? I think I should start with something a lot easier than that. Maybe something indigenous to a rainforest or a swamp. That sounds a lot more up my alley. Nice warm and humid!”

They laughed together, basking in the warmth of their love.

Proximiti frowned in her prison cell. Doctors were still analyzing her “condition.” It had been months since she’d regained consciousness. It felt like an eternity since her hands had been smooth skin without mark or blemish. She lifted her arms and stared at the cuffed gloves the doctors insisted she wear until they knew more. They were form-fitting enough that she could use her hands in any way she wished, but she wanted to do her own research. She was a scientist.

Aurora. LaSilvas. You tried to give me an alias, but then I made you give me your mind. Who won in that exchange? She glared at the wall and gave it a swift kick. They’ll release me eventually. Then . . . Then I’ll make you my personal assistant. I’ll own that stupid little Draupnir girl . . .

“I wonder how you intend to do that.” Heels clicked as a woman slowly approached Proximiti’s cell. Staring down at the floor, the scientist saw the woman’s soft red heels before anything else. Then her gorgeous legs. She was grinning hungrily by the time her eyes reached the curves of the woman’s chest, and then bemused as their eyes met through the woman’s glasses. “Proximiti is your chosen name, yes?”

“Clipboard and lab coat screams doctor. Nice shoes screams shrink, lawyer, or sex worker.” Proximiti scowled and turned away. “I don’t want to be a science project anymore. I’d lie and say it was fun, but it wasn’t. All out of humor.”

The doctor adjusted her glasses and sighed. “That’s a shame, because if you come with me, you’ll get to see that girl you’re brooding over. You have a brilliant idea for how to render her powerless, and I have every reason to think it can succeed. You’d get out of those gloves. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Proximiti’s gloved fingers slid through her hair. The near-year of incarceration had left her with little ability to keep up her dye job or her hairstyle. It now fell lazily over her shoulders, purple sprouting from blond roots. It was little details like that etching away at her lingering grasp on sanity that urged her to consider listening to the woman. A part of her was worried it was some insane test of her mental faculties. The notion that it was a test to see if she was even more demented after the accident that fused her technology and her flesh was an intriguing one, but one which lacked probability.

“I’m listening. But remember: they say I’m crazy. Kooky. I did take over a call center. I had such ambitious ideas for it, too . . .” She sighed wistfully, tapping two fingers against her lips thoughtfully. “So, talk.”

“Of course. But here? In a top secret research facility? That’s not how I work, dear. I’m working to ensure a bright future. A glorious future full of opportunity. A future a woman with insights into the human mind could very much help me to sculpt.” The doctor sighed and marked something on her clipboard. “But prisons aren’t very bright at all. Even with decent lighting this place would be dark and dismal. You have a chance to be a beacon of hope for a new age of reason.”

At the edges of her consciousness she could feel a sensation akin to the horizon on a painfully hot day. It was too subtle for her to believe it was even there, and she dismissed it by shaking her head. Her eyelids felt unusually heavy. She rubbed at them as she fought off a yawn.

It didn’t stand out as important. Proximiti spent most of her time exhausted. She swore the food was drugged. Waking up strapped down after dinner one night had cemented the thought. She’d been better off in the hospital, but they’d only kept her there until she’d been able to form coherent sentences. Then the police had taken her away and she’d been a lab rat since. She’d long since stopped pleading halfheartedly that she had rights and needed a lawyer. The guards had only laughed at the notion for so long.

Her hands started to itch. It was a subtle sensation that grew until it was unmistakeable. She rubbed at the backs of her hands with a frown as she pondered the doctor’s words. “And why, just why, would you want to have me enact vengeance on the brat? That’s putting on hold the question of why you want, or need my help.”

“Putting that to one side . . . It’s not that I desire your vengeance. Your desire for revenge is what makes you uniquely motivated. What I wish is to educate the young LaSilvas on proper etiquette. She’s been a very bad little girl, but she could be a force of beautiful change. I believe our goals could be combined, and you have very useful talents. I hope we can work together on far more than just the young LaSilvas, but . . . every relationship needs to start somewhere, yes?” The doctor’s lips curled in a crooked grin as her eyes hooded. “Your methods, your techniques are resources I wish to add to my project. We have money, technology, and connections. What we need, is more talent. We’ll always need talent like yours.”

The itching was worse. It didn’t feel like she needed medical attention. It felt like her skin was on fire. She groaned as she rubbed the backs of her hands together furiously. She needed out of them. She needed freedom.

Proximiti screamed in futile rage as she tore at the wrists of the gloves, but the seal was skin tight. “So, I get to teach Aurora a lesson, and I assume have some fun with that lesson, then I get to do the same to more women? And I get to be freed of these fucking gloves?” With a serene smile, the doctor nodded. “Then what’s the catch?”

“This project is not just a day job. To make a bright new future for the world will take time and effort in addition to talent and money. Your skills would be very useful. You will be expected to use them when we require them, and be on-call for when we might.” The doctor slid her glasses along her nose, raising an eyebrow. “But with how enthusiastic you are about your own independent studies, would this be an inconvenience?”

Warning lights flashed in the back of Proximiti’s thoughts, but the itching felt as much between her eyes as it was the back of her hands. She struggled to put together why any price would be too high if it would get her gloveless. No answer came.

Being on-call sounded worrisome. Any project with funding that would require the skills of a security specialist with a focus on mental manipulation didn’t sound on the level. There was something sinister about the thought of always being ready, vigilant, a member of a group dedicated to making the world a better place.

At least they’re intending to make it better in the same way I am. Mmm the world could use a few more women with blank, glassy eyes learning their place in the world . . .

“Sure, of course, whatever, just get these fucking gloves off of my hands!”

Rebeca was still grinning in her office as she proofread her code. She was over halfway done with no bigger errors than a comma and a decimal. Both would have caused faults and new bugs to fix, but they were easily resolved. No one had disturbed her. She was confident that in an hour or less she would be heading home to finish what she’d started earlier with her sexy girlfriend.

Cigarette smoke, warm and fragrant, blew around Rebeca’s neck and in front of her monitor. “Morning, Rebeca. You got here late. I even woke up early. Me, waking up early. The sun was coming up. I managed to avoid bursting into flames.”

“Not a vampire, Tunnel. No matter how much you wish you were, not a vampire . . .” Rebeca didn’t turn or twitch in the slightest. She’d long decided to stop encouraging her. “No sex, I told you that. I’ve been faithful to her for . . . nine months? That’s my longest run. I want to try going for a record that doesn’t make me sound like a slut. We’re done. We can still be friends, but only if you stop doing this. I have things I need to get done, and I have a girlfriend now. I love her. Maybe you should consider settling down?”

“Plenty of time for making a rut in the earth when I’m dead, ‘beca.” Tunnel grabbed Rebeca’s chair and slowly rolled her back away from her computer. “Same goes for you. I’ve been patient with you, but it looks like time for me to be patient just wore out. It’s time for you to be re-purposed if you aren’t going to serve as a fuckbuddy anymore. Sorry.”

Tunnel’s dark painted lips twisted into a grin around her cigarette as she took a long slow drag and blew it through Rebeca’s hair. She shuddered at the heat and tightly grasped the armrests of her chair. She started to sweat.

Rebeca whimpered as sunglasses fell into her lap. She began to shake as fingers raked through her hair. “Re . . . re-purposed? Come on Tunnel, I need to work . . .”

When Tunnel didn’t react Rebeca scooted her chair forward and shook her head. As she began to type her chair was pulled back again, this time spun to make her back face the computer. She whimpered again and reached into her lap to pick up Tunnel’s shades. They didn’t seem broken, bugged, or anything out of the ordinary. Nervously she held them up as if to offer them to Tunnel behind her. Rebeca parted her lips to ask her to take them before she felt a gust of air and felt the glasses knocked from her hand.

She pulled her hand back, clasping her hands over her eyes. None of her panic-button toys were hidden in her office. Draupnir’s security was good at what they did. She never considered making it Tunnel-proof. She’d never wanted to before that moment.

Smoke blew over her hands. She shuddered as she felt Tunnel straddle her. Tunnel wasn’t as physically toned as Rebeca, but she was scrappy. The thought of fighting her made Rebeca shudder at the inherent futility. The most high-tech gadget she had on her was a cellphone. Even that was still beside her keyboard. Smoke blew down the neckline of her top, making Rebeca shudder.

“You’re shivering, sweetie. Cold? Turned on? Terrified? You really should have seen this coming, sweetie. I never stopped dropping you hints.” Tunnel flicked her cigarette onto the floor, watching it sizzle impotently against the tile. “Really, scorpion and the fox. I’m just a very, very patient scorpion. I’m an amazingly patient scorpion. I realized the allure of the other side was a lot more fun than the water beneath us, and that a lot of people don’t like scorpions. People hunt and kill scorpions. A scorpion stings someone they care about? They’ll hunt us relentlessly. So . . . I decided something.”

“Wh . . . what?” Rebeca squirmed. Tunnel’s hands were rubbing along her shoulders in such a familiar way, but her hands were also touching her arms. It would be so easy for her to try grabbing her wrists to pull away her hands. She still had her eyelids but Tunnel had obviously planned everything. Rebeca had to admit she was a wonderful planner.

Desperately Rebeca tried to push Tunnel off of her, reaching out to give the woman’s shoulders a hard shove. Just as she feared, Tunnel grabbed her wrists, breaking Rebeca’s hold and pinning her hands down to the armrests. Laughing, she kissed Rebeca’s ear and whispered. “I decided that I’d take you up on your offer. When you suggested I use my powers to save the world, it was a turn-off. I wondered why I’d want to waste my time dressing up and playing hero, but then it occurred to me that a successful heroine gets a lot more experience than a failed villain. If I messed up, just once? I’d be in jail for who knew how long. But, if I was a heroine, made a mistake or two, I could be forgiven, or rescued . . .”

Rebeca struggled, trying to tear herself away. Her heart was pumping hard, fast, and loud enough to almost block out Tunnel’s whispers. Adrenalin surged as she fought to break free but only seemed to grind her body against Tunnel’s. She didn’t know how she kept grinding in just the right way to make Tunnel’s nipples rub so close to hers, but it felt more than coincidental. She tried pushing the chair with her feet and froze when she realized she couldn’t.

“You’ve already . . . oh fuck . . . When did you . . .” Rebeca’s body tightened more as she tried not to move. Even slowing her breathing, she seemed to press into Tunnel in ways she never wanted to again. “You didn’t come here to look into my eyes, you already . . . when . . .”

Fingernails slid through Rebeca’s hair as lips pressed to her forehead. “Do you really think we stopped fucking just because you wanted to? Do you really think that I give a damn that you want to be loyal to your mindfucked girlfriend? Just because you think you’ve grown a moral compass doesn’t mean I did. Besides, if I grew the one you did, I’d just be telling myself this is what’s best for you. It’s not. It’s what’s best for me. See, I might be a bitch, but at least I’m honest. You aren’t quite as good at that. Never have been.”

“Tunnel . . . please I . . . I’ll do anything you want just . . . whatever you’re going to do, don’t . . . Make me forget this and, and . . . just . . . I’ll fuck you whenever you want! I’ll share Aurora if that’s what you want!” Rebeca’s voice quivered as she felt Tunnel’s lips kiss and nibble down her neck the same way they always did. She released Rebeca’s hands, but they were trapped against the chair as Tunnel’s grasped her breasts.

It was so embarrassing how humiliating and erotic it felt to be touched so intimately knowing she had no chance to resist. She’d worked with Tunnel, and Ashley before she took on the name, for far too long to have any illusions that her will was strong enough to break free. She didn’t even know what control she needed to break. She felt her top pulled up over her breasts and whimpered as her bra followed. It somehow felt worse to feel her clothes pulled out of the way but not off. It felt more like rape than her fun with Tunnel ever had before. She could remember back when they’d first met and she’d let Tunnel look into her eyes. She’d wanted to have power like that so bad.

Tunnel Vision sighed dreamily to herself as she slid out of her trench coat and pressed closer to the helpless heroine. Her body burned as she rubbed her hands over Rebeca’s bare breasts. Her skin was soft, milky white, and the sounds of pleasure that fought their way from trembling lips sizzled in Tunnel’s ears. Her skin glistened with sweat that was likely more fear than arousal.

“You know you already will do anything I want. At least you didn’t offer me money. Don’t worry though, you’ll be getting me plenty.” Tunnel twisted Rebeca’s nipples hard, laughing in dark satisfaction as her victim screamed. Tears slid past her eyelids as Rebeca began to shake her head, the only struggle she was willing to exert. “You have a nice body Rebeca. I think it looks better shuddering in terror than it ever did when you knew what was coming. You have a body meant to belong to a victim. Gorgeous, and soft . . . firm, but powerless . . .”

Feeling her nipples throb with as much pain as pleasure, Rebeca surrendered. She let her eyes fall open. Each breath trembled as she sought out Tunnel’s eyes. She tried to ignore the surge of heat between her legs at her own defeat.

She’d never felt so wet.

Their gaze met. Rebeca felt it when Tunnel’s power took control of her eyes. There was no looking away. The edges of her vision were starting to go hazy and dark. It was getting harder and harder to see anything but Tunnel’s eyes. Rebeca tried to tear her eyes away to feel like she’d done more than just surrender, and the feeling was like pushing against a steel wall. Her eyes wouldn’t move. They couldn’t move.

When all she could see were Tunnel’s pupils, her thoughts stopped. Her world was dark stillness. Tunnel sighed and softly shook her head without breaking eye contact. “You struggle after you’ve already surrendered, but you surrendered to me a long time ago. Time to get you ready . . .”

“Time . . . to get me . . . ready . . . yessss . . .” Her only thoughts were Tunnel’s words, and she so desperately craved to be ready. It was her purpose. She knew she was being re-purposed. It was what Tunnel wanted, and what Tunnel Vision wanted was what Rebeca needed. She could only obey. Anything else was on the other side of walls she could no longer remember existed.

Rebeca sighed as Tunnel began to whisper words that wrapped around her soul.

Heather sighed to herself as she walked back to her car. She was eager to surprise Flora in the garden. Even if it didn’t lead to any rolling around in the dirt, it meant being with Flora. For the first time in her life she found herself actually craving to shed her illusion.

There was no way she could stop being the redheaded bombshell without a lot of awkward questions, but the more Flora smiled when she showed her real face, the more she wanted to show it. She didn’t feel as offensively ordinary as she once had. She had to stop herself from dropping it in the parking garage. It was too well-lit for no one to have a chance to see.

She slid into her car and blinked as she noticed her rear view mirror was horribly out of alignment. Nothing seemed stolen or toyed with. Looks like I need to take her down to the shop. Stupid car . . .

Her blue eyes stared into the mirror as she adjusted it carefully. She froze when another pair of eyes met her gaze. Part of her immobility was shock. Part of it was the power that held her frozen in place. She could feel her mind trembling as the eyes in the mirror penetrated past all of her defenses. She whined and struggled to move her hand just enough to break the invasion, but her body had already stopped obeying her.

“Hey, Heather. Sorry, but you really didn’t have a chance. You let me in once. That pretty much means your mind is my playground. You never were very good at telepathy, or anything like that. It didn’t help that I always discouraged you. Pretty intentionally, too.” The eyes in the mirror hooded and the world grew smaller and smaller as shadow took its place.

“Ashley . . . What’re you doing to me?” Heather’s eyelids trembled as she tried to force them closed. She’d never really understood telepathy. She never understood how Tunnel Vision’s gaze worked, but she knew it did. The specifics had never mattered to her. They were teammates. She’d trusted Tunnel with her life, even after what happened in the cave on the beach. She’d hoped it was Tunnel unintentionally being a bitch, not being malicious. She wished it surprised her more that she’d been wrong.

Without any touches at all, telekinetic or otherwise, Heather could feel pleasure pulsing over her body. She remembered vaguely when they’d been dating that Ashley had mentioned her gaze could make a woman cum. Heather had put her to the test. It had felt like pure thought rubbing against the pleasure centers of her brain, not making her feel touches to her body, feeling the feedback from her nerves.

What Tunnel was doing through the mirror felt so much different. It felt like her mind was being straddled and pressed back against a floor. Each moment, the more the mind pressing against hers ground harder, the harder it was to stop her mind from melting into the carpet. It felt amazingly good for having her mind rubbed away.

Ashley didn’t feel any need to answer. The special places in Heather’s mind that made her dangerous as Psiona were out of her grasp. It would have taken concentration that Heather lost as soon as she’d seen Tunnel in the mirror.

Heather started to moan as she felt her pussy dampen. Even if the feelings weren’t physical, they had physical effects. Her hips tried to arch her mind back against the psionic force that was melting away her reason, her logic, her self. Her power had changed the way her mind worked, changed the way she thought, and made her more open to the physical and the mental being one. It also made her the perfect victim for a psionic assault.

It was harder to see the rim of the mirror. Then it was harder to see the mirror. It was so much easier to feel the borders of her consciousness being used to smooth out her control.

“Good Girl . . . now ruin your panties so I can move on. I have a lot planned today.” Tunnel’s words slammed into the core of Heather’s being, and a scream tore from her lips as she came, hips shuddering again, and again, until her whole world was nothing but two points of black that had pierced through the windows into her soul and taken a firm grasp on the reigns.

Flora was glad the weather forecast had been accurate. She was way behind on her gardening, and as much as she loved rain it just wasn’t the same to garden in the rain. “Sorry weedies! You have every right to live, but if you do, the pretty flowers don’t do so hot. Huh. I guess gardening is a lot like fighting crime. Take that, Doctor Dandelion!” Flora giggled as she carefully extracted the weed and threw it in a pile with the rest of its uninvited brethren.

The sun overhead made her green skin glisten and tingle. She sometimes wondered if she’d be able to forgo eating if she filled her room with UV bulbs, but she enjoyed it too much. She loved being a flower, but she loved being a woman, too.

Deciding to bask in the former, she laid back in the grass and closed her eyes. I wonder if I should take a nap like this. The front is locked, fence is pretty high . . . I’m a light sleeper, and sleeping in the sun always gives me the best dreams. Wonder if Heather would visit my dreams if I thought about her really hard. I wish she didn’t have to go to work today.

Minutes slipped by, and Flora lost track of time. All she had left to do was watering. The hose was an efficient tool, so she had no doubt it would be effortless. The flowers would be fine.

She ran her fingers slowly over the grass, caressing it delicately. It felt nice against her fingers, and feeling the warmth in each blade made her feel warmer. She always felt so connected when she laid back and just let the world happen. It wasn’t entirely a passive thing. She actively took deep breaths in through her nose to savor the scents, ran her fingers along anything that came near, and listened for each sound of life and hidden truth.

The sound of lightly crushed grass made her ears twitch and her eyes slowly flutter open. “Heather?” She started to sit up when she felt hands of force gently press her shoulders back into the ground. “Mmm . . . Somebody is in a good mood . . . I hope work was okay . . .”

“Mmm work was fine. Right now I just want to focus on you.” Something sounded strange about Heather’s voice, but it sounded happy so Flora didn’t question it. She squirmed as she felt the straps of her bra pulled down past her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts. She mewled as she felt her hemline rise past her waist and mewled at the grass against her bare skin.

Kisses along her neck made Flora groan as she let her eyes flutter shut. “I like the sound of that. But come a little closer . . .? I want to touch you, too. I want to feel you.”

“Well, if you insist.” Tunnel’s voice snapped Flora out of her haze and she whimpered as she felt herself straddled. She tried to sit up but felt her body held down by Heather’s power. “It’s been awhile. I forgot how great tits can look in green. I caught Heather on her way home from work and she gave me a lift. Not entirely of her own volition, but she’s not really capable of having a lot of volition at the moment.”

Flora started to object but felt fingers clasped over her mouth holding it shut. Tunnel laughed as she reached down between the plant woman’s legs and stroked along the green lips of her sex. Flora tried to scream but only managed a muffled whimper as invisible fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples. Her eyes quivered as she looked up to Tunnel, staring into the lenses of her sunglasses. They’d had a brief fling over a year ago, but it hadn’t amounted to much. They didn’t really click. She made pollen burst from the flowers in her hair and whined as she saw a gust of wind blow it harmlessly away from Tunnel.

“Silly, your girlfriend is my pretty telekinetic toy now. There’s nothing you can do besides enjoy it. Before her you really weren’t a one-woman gal anyway. Two at once can’t bother you.” Tunnel laughed as she pulled a hand away from Flora’s pussy and lowered her glasses down her nose. “But there’s no real point in letting you have a choice in how much you enjoy it, is there?”

Flora tried to clamp her eyes shut and squealed in alarm as she felt them held open not by Tunnel’s gaze, but by Heather. Tunnel’s grin grew as she traced wet fingers along Flora’s lips.

It hurt to try closing her eyes, but soon she couldn’t even try. The tugging at her nipples, and the fingers still stroking along her slit made her tremble as Tunnel’s eyes hid the rest of the world. She felt rooted, helpless as she felt her mind being pried open and filled with dark sunlight that choked off her thoughts. There wasn’t enough of her mind to nourish her thoughts and soak up the dominance of Tunnel’s gaze.

Flora shuddered as her thoughts dried up under the searing heat.

Aurora was lonely. She wanted to call her aunt her mothers. Nothing felt right when she was alone anymore. There was no purpose in solitude. She’d made herself breakfast and then spent the day in bed hugging Rebeca’s pillow to savor the scent and warmth she’d left behind.

Was I even this bad with Sylvia? I . . . There are so many things I could do. I just don’t want to do them. I just don’t want to leave this bed. I could watch TV or go for a walk or anything, but I want to be ready for her. Nothing feels like it has any meaning if Rebeca isn’t involved. That can’t be right. I haven’t gone riding on Aureus for so long, and I want to, but Rebeca hasn’t wanted to. It feels wrong to ask for something that won’t make her happy. She always seems to know what’s best.

Aurora tried to be happy imagining the expression that would be on Rebeca’s face. She always looked so dreamy when she came home to find Aurora laying in bed sniffing her pillow. It made her perfect. It was worth it.

The worst thing was the clock on Rebeca’s bedside table. It was almost five and Rebeca still wasn’t home. It made the lonely feeling so much worse. If it was a normal day at work, at least Aurora would understand. She wished she’d gone to work, too. There wasn’t anything for her to do there, but at least she’d be closer to Rebeca. She wished her Hope costume wasn’t all the way at their HQ. The thought of wrapping around it and trying to dream of Rebeca tingled.

The door opened and Aurora sat up quickly with her arms still around Rebeca’s pillow. When she saw it was Ashley instead she slouched back and sighed. “Hey Ashley. Sorry, Rebeca had to work today. She’s running a little late but I don’t want to call and bug her. Anything I can do for you?”

“Oh yes. There’s a lot you can do for me, but we’ll limit that down just a little for your sake.” Tunnel’s voice sounded so much more flirty than usual. It sent a shudder down Aurora’s spine in a very wrong way. “I wanted to talk to you about Hope. Well, ‘beca too. You met her when she was Hope though. Met me as Tunnel. You don’t need to call me Ashley . . . not that I mind. One name is good as any other.”

Brown eyes blinked in confusion as Aurora stared at Tunnel. “Uhm . . . okay. What do you want to talk about? I’m really happy with her, so if you’re going to start anything . . . I mean even Heather and Rebeca have gotten along lately, and you know how amazing that is.”

“Nah. I didn’t come here to cause any trouble. I came here to come clean to you. Rebeca has been hiding some pretty terrible stuff from you. As her friend, I kept it all a secret, but I don’t think that’s especially fair anymore.” Tunnel sat down on the edge of the bed, faintly adjusting her sunglasses along her nose. “Rebeca has a very long history of abusing women’s minds. Back in high school we actually used to do it together. We’d find a pretty pair of girls, I’d use my gaze, she’d use some little toy or just straight out hypnosis, and we’d have some fun, wipe their minds . . .”

Frowning, Aurora pulled a little away from Tunnel. She didn’t sound like she was lying. It made her feel uncomfortable. Clueless what to say she stared at Tunnel and bit her lip.

Not skipping a beat, Tunnel continued. “It was all harmless fun. Sure, it was rape, but none of them ever minded. Cheerleaders, nerdy girls . . . we weren’t really picky. It wasn’t about them. It was about control. But you never really heard why ‘beca grew a crush on your silvery mom, did you? Because it might seem pretty obvious, but I’d bet you’re way off.”

“She . . . it was because my mom’s a pretty super heroine, heroics, justice, you know, living the dream. That’s all. You make it sound like it’s something twisted.” Aurora frowned a little more and scooted back against the headboard. “Maybe you should go.”

Tunnel raised a black eyebrow over the rim of her glasses. She stood up and slid off her trench coat before hanging it over the top of Rebeca’s door. Her dress glittered, hugging tightly against her body. It was nothing Aurora hadn’t seen before. She’d seen Tunnel in more compromising positions. Being a super heroine with a pretty body came with risks. They all knew that. She remembered finding Tunnel naked and bound in Rebeca’s office. She was sexy, but there was always the slightest uninviting edge to her.

Aurora was glad she had at least put on the oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties. Tunnel had seen her in more compromising positions too, but that didn’t mean she wanted to show herself off to just anyone who had seen her naked once. There were many girls who’d seen her in one locker room or another that didn’t have open invitations. Tunnel was one of them.

Arms wrapped around herself defensively, the younger heroine stared at Tunnel Vision. It was hard to think of a reason why she would lie. It was harder to think of reasons why she would decide then was a good time to be honest.

“No. That’s not it. Yes, your mom is sexy. She’s exotic. Silver skin that isn’t metal? How often do you see that? Even in a place like Midas City she stands out. Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure that helped. Did your mom ever tell you about the time she got her hair dyed blond and flew out of a window to save a ‘lady’ from what would have been a pretty fatal fall?” Tunnel walked closer to Aurora and then sat beside her on Rebeca’s bed. “It was a pretty famous event. I know about it, and I couldn’t care less about most things that happened that long ago. I was born, but not really cognizant. You weren’t even a year old.”

“Yeah . . . Mom told me about it. She jumped out of a window to save The Lady’s life so she could spend the rest of her life in a cell instead of getting off with an easy death.” Aurora felt so devoid of confidence. She wished Rebeca was there. “She got her hair dyed blond with some chemicals that dumbed her down. She recovered from them, partially because of me, and stopped Jesse Colloten from continuing to use the badged supers program as a new Chronos. I know all about it.”

Tunnel nodded before she pulled off her sunglasses and rubbed at them using the hemline of her dress. “Good, good. If you’ve never seen the news footage, you should look it up. Blond. Wearing a tight white top. Skirt torn. Both pairs of lips? Painted pink. No panties, so that was for the whole world to see. It’s quite good television. The originally aired clips were edited, but good ol ‘beca found some unedited copies. The reason she got a crush on your mom was not because she wanted to be her. That just influenced her costume and identity as Hope.”

“So my mom has some compromising videos of her online. That doesn’t surprise me. I know she’s not the only one. Most of them are fakes, but there’s a video or two out there of a lot of us super heroines. It’s not a big deal.” Aurora blushed a little through her frown. “There’s apparently an adult actress that specializes in getting done up to look like me. I watched a video of her with Rebeca once. It was . . . interesting. Weird, but whatever floats people’s boats . . .”

“You want me to get to the point?” Aurora nodded, and Tunnel rolled her eyes behind her shades. “Rebeca grew a crush on your mother because of how hot it was to think about having so much power over a super heroine to make her dress up however she wanted, use her however she wanted, and still be saved if she tried to jump out of a window. See, Rebeca wasn’t born with any super powers besides being pretty smart. She was born an heiress to a very powerful company. Colloten was an heiress. Look up a famous picture of her. You’ll probably find her with black hair. Rebeca had a crush on your mother because she wanted to be her Jesse Colloten. Instead, she’s yours.”

Aurora jumped off of the bed, feeling so confused and frightened. If tunnel was right, and it was so hard to deny the possibility, that meant the woman she loved had gotten off dreaming of subjugating her mother. Aurora knew she would do anything for Rebeca. Jumping out a window was nothing.

She felt dizzy thinking about the connotations and steadied herself against the wall. Her head was spinning. “She’s . . . she’s my what?”

“Your Jesse Colloten. Your Lady. Remember that helmet of hers that she had you wear to help you forget about the location of her secret base? Oh she did so much more.” Tunnel’s voice was so full of desire it made Aurora tremble. She looked around for her pants. It was still hard to imagine leaving, but if what Tunnel said was true she had to get away no matter how much it turned her on. “Pretty colors that make you wet, make you forget, and make you hers. She did the same thing to Amy, Salve, Psiona, Flora . . . But it worked best on you. She felt guilty at first. Now she’s sure she’s doing what’s best for you. She’s convinced herself she’s making you happy. Isn’t she a sweetheart?”

“That’s why I don’t like being alone anymore. That’s why I’ve been such a pushover.” Tunnel nodded along as Aurora spoke. “I . . . I can’t believe it, but I . . . I can’t not. My own girlfriend, my lover, my . . . I told her I wanted to have children with her . . .! We need to get her help, we need to get my head cleaned out . . .”

The door opened wider, and Rebeca stepped in. Aurora screamed. The timing was too perfect. If she did that to me, she probably gave me words like The Lady gave Mom! Not everyone really knows about those, but Mom warned me it’s a common trick. If she has words for me, she probably has words for Tunnel too no matter how confident she looks. I’ve been controlled, tricked to think I was in love . . . I feel so . . .

But Rebeca didn’t look normal. Her eyes were glassy. Her expression was vacant. Her nipples were hard against her top, and she was arching her chest as if to call attention to the hardened nubs. Her lips were half-parted, and her eyes were half-lidded.

It was obvious even before she pulled off her top that something was wrong. Aurora watched her, horrified, as she stripped herself bare. Her pink nipples made Aurora’s lips quiver even as the scent of arousal from her bare pussy made Aurora’s mind tingle. It was hard to fight the compulsion to go to her and satisfy her. The desire to protect Rebeca was the only thing that stopped her, that and the new fear that she’d been a sexpet to an evil mind controller.

Rebeca sighed as she knelt down in front of Aurora and looked up to her eyes. Aurora had to consciously fight the urge to spread her legs and slide out of her panties. Rebeca very rarely got on her knees, but when she did Aurora always ended up moaning.

With a moan Rebeca slid a hand between her legs and began to stroke slowly along her sex. Her legs spread, showing her pussy already flush and wet. “Mmm it’s all true, Aurora. Tunnel and I . . . oooh . . . mmm were even fucking until a few months after we’d been together. Then . . . mmmm she told me today we never stopped, I just stopped getting to remember because I told her no. She’s been using us . . . mmm using me . . . as training for being a super villain with a low profile. Heather and Flora are down in my car, in the trunk. Tunnel is going to start her new career by selling all of us off!”

“You . . . Rebeca . . . Tunnel . . . Help . . .” Aurora shuddered as she watched Rebeca’s fingers tease inside of her wet folds. She couldn’t look away, but she knew she had to act. Tunnel hadn’t been lying. Rebeca didn’t look like she could lie convincingly if she was told to. “Why . . .”

“Because if you want to beat ‘em, join ‘em. Get inside of their heads. Learn what makes ‘em tick. You were a great character study, Aurora. Also, your silver slut of a mom being who she is helped me with my restraint. If I wasn’t careful I’d bring the wrath of the poster girl for mind-control immunity herself.” Tunnel grinned as she slid a hand down along her body, teasing at her thigh as she watched Rebeca. “Mmm . . . She looks so good mindless, doesn’t she? She was born to be on her knees.”

Aurora whimpered and tried to bring her metal over herself. She whimpered again, and much louder, when nothing happened. She clenched her hands into fists and closed her eyes tight as she tried to concentrate, but nothing happened. Her metal didn’t respond.

Rebeca screamed as the wet sound of her fingers pumping in her pussy filled the room. Tunnel laughed and reached down to pet her hair, which made the wet sounds louder and faster. “Don’t hurt yourself, Aurora. I took the liberty of making it so you wouldn’t be able to pull out your metal to stop me a long time ago. I almost did it when we first met, but then I wasn’t sure if you’d be sticking around. Wasn’t worth the risk. A few months ago you were at headquarters a little later than you had any reason to be. I was why. So no, you didn’t fall asleep. You fell under my power.”

“No . . . no . . . no!” Aurora trembled as she let her eyes open and shook her head. She couldn’t find the power to run. Her metal was sealed away inside of her. She had to save Rebeca, but the woman clearly didn’t want to be saved. The carpet below her was soaked, and she showed no signs of slowing. Tunnel was an amoral villain in disguise. “No . . .”

“Sorry, hero babe. But I’ve planned this out for a long time. You were just unfortunate enough to have family in the area. Kinda funny, really. Didn’t you say your parents met because one of them got sold off at an auction? Who knows. Maybe you’ll meet the woman for you.” Tunnel smirked as she clawed through Rebeca’s scalp, tearing a loud moan from the brunette heiress. “But it’s time for you to be more entertaining than afraid. Rebeca. You know what to do.”

Rebeca nodded and looked up into Aurora’s eyes. Though glazed, vacant, lost . . . there was passion in her eyes. It was a twisted passion but Aurora recognized it. Her nipples throbbed under her top and she whimpered as she felt the tears welling in her eyes. The past year of her life had been based on lies. She was trapped.

Her hand stopped. She moaned as she suckled at her fingers. Seeing her look so submissive made Aurora feel so strange. It made her want to kneel too, or lay on her back.

“Just . . . Remember . . . nnnn . . . oooh! Remember the colors, sweetie. Sink into the colors, and obey. It’s time to obey the colors again, sweetie . . .” Rebeca’s words hit Aurora like a sledgehammer, bringing her instantly down to her knees. “Surrender to the colors . . . Mmmm it’s finally time for you to remember all of your time in the colors, but only if you strip. You need to be naked now, just like me. We need to be naked, we need to be on display, because that’s what Tunnel wants . . .”

“Obey . . . the colors . . .” Aurora sighed, trapped in the dream of lights that Rebeca’s helmet had conjured up to cage her thoughts. Her hands moved on their own, pulling off the t-shirt, tugging off her panties, leaving her naked and vulnerable.

Tunnel purred as she looked over the heroine’s body, sighing softly to herself. “So sizzling. Really, you’d be useful to keep. You’re strong, you’re hot, and you can make someone obey. But, that also makes you dangerous, not to mention your family, even if some of them are . . . out of the way. The timing is really too perfect. So just to be safe, you have to go with the others. Sorry. You’ll enjoy being sold. Because I’m going to make you enjoy being sold.”

Aurora moaned, mindless. Colors swirled through her vision and blanketed her thoughts. They’d been working their way deeper and deeper inside of her mind for so long that she had no chance of resisting them. All she could do was obey.

Her face was already lightly tear-stained, but her eyes were already drying as her thighs turned slick. Her eyes were just as vacant and lost as Rebeca’s. “Enjoy . . . nnnn . . . because Tunnel wants . . . must obey the colors . . . would do anything for the colors . . . make me feel so good . . . love the colors . . .”

“That’s right . . . Now you two, cum, and then get dressed. We have an appointment across town in half an hour, and people who buy women from super villains don’t like to be kept waiting.” Tunnel Vision grinned as the women screamed, trembling and shuddering as they ruined Rebeca’s carpet a little more. “Come on, sluts. I’ll help you pick out just the right outfits to make sure your new owners will be very, very happy with me.”

Aurora’s next flash of consciousness came to her in a plain white room. She was curled in the corner, stressed boots and all as her super heroine alter-ego. For the first time in over a year, she felt like her mind was thinking the way it should. Unfortunately, she was feeling horrible.

“Good morning, Aurora LaSilvas. Oh the news would be having a field day with this one if they knew. Two LaSilvas super heroines disappearing in one day . . .” The voice came from all around her. It was a voice that Aurora had only heard during one day that had passed almost a year ago, but she remembered it instantly: Proximiti.

Curled up in her corner, Aurora didn’t react. Her skin was still metal, and she didn’t bother to pull it back in. She didn’t react at all. She couldn’t decide if her inaction was rage, sorrow, or to piss off the voice.

None of her options sounded unreasonable.

“Aw, not in a good mood? Sorry. See, I’m in a great mood! Some day you need to get arrested just to feel amazing once they let you out.” Aurora lazily examined the room around her, but found nothing beside four white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor. There had to be a camera or at least a speaker, but she couldn’t see where. If she could, she was tempted to try tearing it out of the wall. “See, this nice doctor lady? She sprung me out. She’s springing all kinds of people like me. Turns out we’re going to help make the world a better place. Whatcha think about that?”

Mind control to make the world a better place . . . Aurora laughed. Everyone just wants to make the world a better place. Right. A better place for who? Proximiti? I wonder who would be dumb enough to help her get out of jail. She’s a psychopath.

“Want to let me in on what’s so funny, Aurora? See, I’m the one holding all of the cards here. You don’t get to laugh. You get to struggle feebly. That’s how this works, okay? I have a brilliant plan, and you are going to be my victim. Do you know what you did to my hands, Aurora? They couldn’t get the metal out of my hands. I’m some kind of fucking cyborg now.” Laughter filled the room. Aurora resisted the urge to react. “Oh well. Whether you want to or not, you’ll be my victim now, and there will be no turnabout this time. I get to win, and then the game ends.”

A small pang of guilt hit Aurora at the thought of the woman’s hands, but it was quickly replaced with the thought of how happy she’d be to remove her hands for her. Slowly she rose up to her feet and made a fist. She pulled her hand back, and threw it into the wall as hard as she could.

Normally a metal punch would have at least caused a dent, a crack, or something. Instead, a jolt of something shot through the wall and flung Aurora into the wall behind her. She barely groaned as she slid down the wall, shaking the pain out of her hand. She was sure there were a million materials stronger than her metal. She hadn’t trained herself to be a powerhouse. She’d just been born that way. Her metal was so much more about defense than attack.

There were no seams for doors, but she knew she must have been let into the room somehow. She didn’t discount the thought of teleportation, but it seemed unlikely. It made her wish she’d begged Lida to teach her magic. Sarah didn’t like using it, but she knew a trick or two. She always promised she’d teach Aurora when she was an adult.

“Never should have left Midas . . . I never, never should have left Midas.” Aurora stood up again, brushing herself off, and slowly rubbed along a wall. Smooth, solid, with no obvious interface. Then at once the walls came alive, covered with squares of different colors. She frowned. “Stupid . . . Oh right, you know I’m sorta colorblind like this, don’t you? Beautiful. You know, I’ve had a really shitty day. So shitty, I’m only just realizing now that you said two LaSilvases got fucked today. I don’t even have the energy to care about the other. Just tell me how to play your stupid game so we can get it over with.”

Proximiti’s laughter filled the room, followed quickly by her voice. “Excellent. I thought you’d never ask. Covering the walls are the keys to your salvation. Touch-sensitive tiles. It’s more complicated than that, but I wanted to make it something you could understand. With metal eyes, there’s no way you can hope to find your way out, because you need to press the purple tiles as the colors cycle until all of the tiles are purple.”

Aurora raised an eyebrow. It was so easy as to be insulting. All she had to do was make her eyes normal and play a game with the walls. “That’s all?”

“That’s all. Go ahead. Give it a try.” Proximiti’s tone was anything but genuine. Aurora lacked many choices, though, and complied.

Metal withdrew from her eyes. She stared over the walls as the colors flashed from tile to tile. They were quick. She saw purple turn to blue turn to green turn to purple in what seemed like an instant. Each tile seemed to have its own pattern, and just watching one made her head swim. As she reached out her hand, hesitant, about to press the first tile, a flash of bright white light nearly blinded her, forcing her eyes back to metal.

She stepped back from the wall, blinking her eyes. “So that’s the catch. There’s no way I can win this game. If I make it so I have a fighting chance, the walls will make me faint in a hypnotic stupor. If I don’t I’m trapped here. If I try to press the tiles, it’ll get so bright in here that I can’t really see the color differences well enough to be sure.”

Proximiti laughed. “That’s the game in a nutshell. I engineered it just for you. The walls are actually programmed using information our first meeting gave me. I could just fill the room with hanging prox cards, but what’s the fun in that?”

Aurora smirked and took a deep breath as she tried to find the heroine inside of her. They were the same person, but it took a mental shifting. It had been less for a brief time, but over the past year it had gotten worse again. She clenched her teeth and then sighed before letting the metal withdraw.

The tiles changed in front of her, a dizzying kaleidoscope of shifting colors. None of them seemed to have a solid pattern but rather one that changed each time she felt just close enough. She took a deep breath, concentrated, and reached out.

White light blinded her of the color, but she pressed anyway, struggling to make the metal go away as quickly as she could. She reached out again, and anticipating the flash fought against the instinct inside of her, screaming at the feeling of mental pressure as she tried to force the protection to stay away. The tile was green as she pressed it, and she felt a charge of energy, warm and tender, shoot down her arm. She felt her arm numb, sensation draining away, fingers moving slower in front of her eyes, and she found herself watching the way the lights shined off of her metal before she realized what was happening.

She felt like she was walking in quicksand as she tried to formulate a plan. Again a tile seemed to be catching a pattern she recognized without remembering. It made her knees feel weak. It made her head feel heavy. She reached out with the slow hand.

Again the light flashed, and the effort of forcing her eyes to stay brown felt like a headrush that stopped her at the last moment from touching the now-green tile. At the same moment she moved her other hand and pressed it into a purple tile which stopped flashing. She mewled in victory and coated her eyes before reaching up to hold her head. Without their full range of colors the lights felt weaker, but they were still wearing away at her resistance. She knew even with closed eyes the light would get through. She was running out of time.

“That’s a good girl, Aurora. Let’s see just how much you can do before you fall to the floor a mewling, pitiful pile of a woman. After you do? We’re going to reeducate you. We have such beautiful things planned for you, Aurora. You’re going to help us make the world a brighter place.” Proximiti laughed, her voice echoing through the room and inside of Aurora’s head.

Electrum took a deep breath and forced her eyes back to brown. There were so many tiles. It was hard not to feel overwhelmed. The wall that backlit her clashed against the wall in front of her, making her vision blur and fuzz. Her thighs twitched as the colors promised secret pleasures to her mind. Shaking her head only made it harder to stay standing.

She reached for another tile. The light flashed and her eyes stayed brown as she hit two purple panels at once. It took a bit of stretching, and it felt suddenly like she’d been awake for a year. “Mommy . . . Olivia . . . Need your power to stop doing that . . . please . . .”

She reached out again. This time the light flashed twice as she reached with both of her hands. Her eyes stayed brown, but she felt her balance weaken as her hands managed to touch a blue tile and a purple tile.

Again a pulse of warm soothing energy traveled along her arm, making both of them sluggish and numb. She’d never felt her body both numb and good before, but she didn’t have time to savor the feeling. Every time she blinked she wanted to keep her eyes closed . . . or open . . . and savor the lights flashing over her eyes or over her eyelids.

How many more she still had to hit escaped her. Her vision was so blurry, so faded, that she could barely tell as the panels multiplied, growing smaller with each one she pressed. It was a slight enough change that she was convinced it was her own senses betraying her. She screamed as she reached out again, her timing off, and the strain of forcing her eyes to stay brown to be sure she didn’t press the wrong color made her hit two blues.

The pulses were too warm, too relaxing, and her left knee buckled under her weight. Her forehead smacked into a green tile. The flash seared into her eyes as they remained brown and she lost the struggle to stand and resist. The effort of fighting against her own instincts, against the metal and the exhaustion from Tunnel’s revelations, stole her drive. Her eyes stayed brown, and unfocused as they watched the lights.

For a moment she tried to roll onto her back, but soon gave up as a pattern sent a shudder down her spine. Her eyes opened wider to take in more of the lights as their precision trained her mind with pleasure. They were primal patterns of submission that had always lurked deep within her mind.

A dull smile spread across her lips as the lights slowly guided her body to sit and then to stand. All of her metal drew itself deep inside of her as she slid off her shorts and then peeled off her top. She only kept her heels as the wall in front of her opened. She walked through it.

Proximiti stood beside the doctor, watching Aurora as she emerged. “And there you are, just like you wanted. Aurora LaSilvas. She’ll be so very receptive. I think she’s been humbled, hasn’t she?”

“Yes. You are stronger. You are smarter. I am imperfect. I need to be refined. I need to obey.” Aurora’s voice was a monotone without waver, steady, solid. There was no shifted inflection, only near-robotic enunciation. “I obey. I must obey.”

“Good work, Proximiti. With her other three friends, she should make a lovely addition to the project. I think even humbled like this, she will be a difficult egg to truly crack. If what I wanted was just to program her and then send her out to do our bidding, I could do that. Anyone could do that. Our work is to break her, again and again and again, until all that remains is the project and our goals.” The doctor grinned and made several stray marks on her clipboard. “Sound exciting to you, Proximiti?”

“Of course. It sounds exhilarating. But before anything else, I’ve been daydreaming about riding this little woman’s face for half a year. I think I’m going to do just that.” Proximiti stepped closer to Aurora, reaching up to caress along the curves of her bare breasts.

The doctor laughed and tucked away her pen before holding her clipboard behind her back. She hooded her eyes. “You’re imagination could use some work. That’s all you’re imagining? No. I think instead you’re imagining better serving the project. In fact, you’re going to walk yourself right into that room, and close the door behind you until the lights teach you a little humility. That’s what you’re thinking. I know it’s hard to accept, but that’s what you want.”

Confusion washed over Proximiti’s face. Her eyes squinted at first as though a light were shining into them, and then she sighed. She took a hesitant step, and then another, as she walked herself into the room Aurora had emerged from. The door shut behind her.

“You’re on-call from now on. If you’re designing my security, I want to be sure you understand just how far your loyalty goes. I don’t want to have to keep being so direct with you.” The doctor sighed as she turned to Aurora and looked into her eyes with a happy smile. Delicately she caressed along the young heroine’s cheek and stepped closer. “My name is . . . You can call me Doctor Lys.”

“Doctor Lys.” Aurora sighed faintly as the doctor looked so deep into her eyes. She could feel something, like waves crashing against the inside of her head, and very softly mewled. “I obey, Doctor Lys.”

“Yes, Yes you do . . . But we need to find you a bunk mate, get you ready for class . . . Oh you’ll need a uniform. Pretty boots, but we can’t just have you going to class wearing boots. Not that the other girls will complain.” Doctor Lys sighed to herself as she kissed Aurora’s lips. “I’ve had my eyes on you for a very, very long time. You’re a special girl, Aurora. Things flow differently around you. But now, you, will flow for me.”

Aurora’s thighs shuddered as the doctor lovingly stroked between them before taking her hand. The doctor ordered her to walk, and she walked, the clicking of soft red heels echoing so deep into her mind as they went.