The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hope holds up the remote, looking it over slowly. “Something so simple, so small, and both of you are disabled. I didn’t see how she could know this would happen, but it seems she was right. Doctor Lys insisted if it wasn’t Aurora somehow finding a way free, it would be Sylvia somehow overcoming her conditioning. It’s amazing what a chip the size of your pinky nail can do these days.”

Fighting against a psychic . . . I really should have known this would happen. Aurora slouches against me with a little mewl. I quiver. Defeated with a button press. Something so simple has made everything stop.

“I don’t like doing this, using methods like this remote. It’s not right, but sacrifices have to be made, sacrifices like free will and peace of mind aren’t much to ask.” I don’t even vaguely know what to do. I can’t move. I can barely react. The chip inside of me may as well be lead chains wrapped all around my body. “The only way we can be sure you don’t ruin everything is to take you both out. Together you’re far too dangerous.”

Tears are filling her eyes, but she doesn’t even react to them. Her face stays a mask of determination even as wet tracks unravel down along her cheeks. I know what she means. I should try to react, to do something, but I still can’t move even knowing what those words mean.

Now would be a great time to find out that being the light bearer is hereditary. If there was ever a time where overcoming control would be amazing it would be at what amounts to gunpoint.

Nothing happens, which I guess answers that unasked question.

“I’m really sorry. I love you Aurora, and Sylvia . . . I . . . She wanted us to be together for my brains, your talent, our beauty, but I was really starting to like you, a lot. Nothing I ever said to you was a lie. I don’t know if it matters if you forgive me or not. I’ll probably be conditioned not to care.” She hesitates. Her hand shakes as she turns over the remote, and tears off the back with a flick of her wrist. A big red button is hidden inside of the small compartment. “Goodbye, LaSilvas Sisters. May your sacrifice make the world a brighter place.”

She presses the button, and my vision turns white. Pleasure sizzles through my brain, making my toes curl so hard they ache. My back arches on its own as I scream loud as I can. It feels like pure bliss but it’s too intense. Everywhere my skin feels like it’s being kissed, suckled, licked, and nipped all at once. My nipples feel so hard, each beat of my heart making them ache with pleasure. My clit is singing, making me scream louder as the pleasure soars higher and brings me down to my knees. It’s so hard not to just mewl and curl up into a ball.

It’s harder and harder to focus past the pleasure. Over-stimulation can feel good, but this is starting to burn, to tingle, like my whole body fell asleep and is waking up very very quickly. My forehead aches just like it did before I saw Proximiti over me, and then . . .

I’m . . . I’m not in the room with Aurora and Hope.

Instead of being slammed down against hard tile, I’ve sunk into warm sand. Around me is a beach at sunset, only the ocean is too dark for it to be sunset, and the sky isn’t the right shade of purple. It looks too dark, but there’s something bright on the horizon. Someone’s standing beside me. I want to turn to look at them, but my body is so exhausted. I feel trapped and limp, like my body is just too heavy to work.

Struggling against it only makes me feel heavier. The waves aren’t coming close enough to make me wet, but near enough that my hand, stretched out in front of me, can almost touch damp sand.

“The dawn is coming. I could never let anything happen to you.” It’s Rebeca’s voice, but it’s not Rebeca. I’m on a beach. This has to be virtual, or something that was programmed into my head. “I’m a safety protocol, installed in your hardware by Rebeca. She knew there was a possibility she would be commanded to kill you. The technology could do it too easy. So, she put me in here to protect you. No future is bright if it demands sacrifice out of convenience.”

My head hurts so very much. This doesn’t make any sense. “Wouldn’t Doctor Lys have known . . . ? She can see the future, she can read minds, she . . .”

Fake Rebeca laughs, and ruffles my hair. “I’m a complicated program – mostly based on her mind, but with little things hidden here or there. I’ll be honest when I say I’m not sure entirely how much of this safety protocol was a conscious effort. If it was too overt, she would have known even with her guard down. She’s been relying more and more on her powers . . . They aren’t perfect. She still gets little details wrong here and there. Obviously if I was programmed any more overtly . . .”

“So basically, why am I here? I’m going to guess the red button isn’t going to kill me and in a moment or two I’m going to come to able to think, right?” She kisses the top of my head and softly voices agreement. “Then . . . why?”

“Basically, because it’s not safe if you recover too quickly. Even mind controlled, the real me is bound to be distraught and you will only have a short amount of time to stop her from fulfilling her duties somehow. This is the only way she can resist. Try as she might, she can’t resist the conditioning without help.” My fake Rebeca kisses my forehead and starts to walk towards the ocean. “Dawn is coming. Make it a dawn you can be proud of. Save the real me. She can help you. She’ll want to help you.”

I want to respond, but my lips won’t move as she starts to step out into the ocean. First the water is up to her ankles, then her knees, and soon enough she’s lost under the blue.

Dawn . . . Aurora . . .

I open my eyes, and I’m back on the floor. The remote is down at Rebeca’s feet, and her hands are clasped over her face. Aurora is still collapsed beside me. Whatever they did to her seemed more intense. I might need some help to put her back together again so we can bring this whole thing down. Luckily I know just the woman to do it.

Before she can react, I grab Rebeca’s wrists and pull them away from her face. Her eyes open wide, but before she can scream I cover her mouth with my lips. She still screams, but screaming in a kiss is so quiet, and so hard to keep up when that kiss is filling your mouth, and then your body, with so much silver-and-violet pleasure that you can barely stay standing. Sooner than I would have hoped she’s clinging to me with a death-grip, moaning and bucking herself against me.

Her thighs burn so hot against me, her nipples poking against my chest making me quiver. I break the kiss and pull back my power. She shudders and her knees give out. Luckily this isn’t the first time this has happened. My arms are already holding her tight.

I kiss her ear, and whisper in quietly. “I need your help. You’ve been a key part of this little revolution, so you know everything I need to know. We need to make it so Aurora can think for herself, preferably quickly, and stop Lys from launching this plot of hers. How do we do that?”

Rebeca moans, and mumbles quietly. Sighing I shift so her lips are against my ear. “Put ‘Rora in the chair. Pull down the helmet. Input 7, G, 3, C. The process stored a backup of her mind. It can restore her thought processes. It will take time for her mind to stabilize, but . . . I can help her if you pour a focused current into my forehead, and . . . override . . . Lys . . .”

One thing I’ve never been good at is helping a woman think better after I’ve melted that away. No better time to learn I suppose. I press my lips to her forehead, and concentrate on as much of my power as I can. Her mind is easy to link with, and thoughts flow so much quicker than words. Her mind feels tight and rigid like someone’s neck who has entirely too much stress. My voice works in like fingers rubbing into the tight muscles of a back, pressing rawly yet tenderly to try to cure that ache.

You are free from Lys. You are not her puppet. You are an engineer, and a heroine. You are Rebeca Draupnir, and Hope. You have flaws, but you are not a slave. Overcome that conditioning, overcome whatever she put in your head. You are stronger than that.

Something inside of her crumbles away, and her mind feels lighter, warmer, softer. I don’t know how else to explain it but she feels different. She feels different than I’ve ever felt her mind. Then again, before I was being manipulated.

“We need to . . . fix Aurora. Need to give her back her memories, her mind, her . . .”

Aurora is starting to stand, brushing herself off with a dazed expression and movements that hardly brush anything off of her so much as move her arms. Her uniform is such a crisp white, standing out so sharply from her shining metallic skin. Before she can gain her bearings I grasp her shoulders and shove her back into the chair. The same code that undid her bonds thankfully puts them back into service over her legs.

That’s not really enough to keep her there, her strength probably more than a match for the bonds, but thankfully I’m not out of tricks. As she bends forward, trying to kick her legs, pulling at the bonds, I press my lips into her bare forehead.

You want to relax. You know I have your best interests at heart. You cannot resist.

It’s hard to push thoughts in without grasping a solid link, but even instinctively Aurora might remember the way she’s always been so good at feeling me with her own power when I give her a taste of nebula. If she were to reach back . . .

But she doesn’t. The command hits her mind, melting her back into the chair. The helmet is easy enough to pull back down, and then it’s just a few quick key presses. If what they did was bad enough that she would need time to recover her mind fully, I can only imagine how much she’s been affected. I bite my lip, and type in the command.

Aurora shudders in the chair. Her hands release the helmet and fall limply to her lap. The screen shows a progress bar slowly filling up with silver, labeled “Argent Restore Progress” in big black letters.

“This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for what you did to her, for everything you did as yourself you know.” Rebeca looks away and bows her head. Her eyes still look fuzzy, what I can see of them, but better than how I usually leave people I’d rather wake up. I guess it makes sense if I focus a little more on controlling my powers instead of just using a whole bunch . . . I really could use some training.

Computers take entirely too long to get anything done. Now I remember why I’ve never been a big fan of them. Well, that and the whole being mostly computer illiterate. Maybe I could get someone to train me in that, too.

Finally the bar fills, and I reopen her bonds before pulling the helmet up. Her eyes are wide open before they start fluttering madly. Aurora’s metal withdraws, turning back to smooth, delicate skin. Her silver eyes are so full of that raw rebellious spark that Aurora has always embodied. Before she can react, I wrap my arms around her and tug her so tight, melting my lips into hers.

She mewls, kissing me back almost . . . reluctantly? Her arms don’t move around me. Her eyes stop fluttering, but there’s something wrong with the way they stay open. There’s a confusion, an uncertainty, that I don’t really like.

I break the kiss and pull my hands back, letting them linger on her face for just a moment. “Aurora! Aurora . . . Are you okay? Rebeca said you might need time for your mind to stabilize, but . . . do you know who I am? Do you know where you are?” At the moment I don’t really know a lot about where I am, but she doesn’t have to know the street address.

“I . . . I’m okay enough, I think?” Aurora blinks and stands, looking between me and Rebeca. “Time to stabilize? I feel . . . confused. You’re . . . Sylvia? I know that I should remember more, that I know more, but right now . . . it’s all so hazy. I remember zeroes washing over everything, being trained as a robot, then a flash of light, that woman over there, but not her . . . We’re in the project headquarters of Doctor Lys. We have to stop her, now! We can’t wait!”

She starts to move for the door, only slowing when I wrap myself around her arm to hold her back. “But your thoughts aren’t all back to normal yet! You don’t remember everything that you should! Rebeca said it would take time . . . back me up, Hope!”

Rebeca turns to us, Aurora pausing finally as her hand clasps over the handle. “Your mind will take a good ten . . . maybe fifteen minutes to solidify. Until then your memories will be coming back in . . . segments. The process used on you overwrote your memories, and undoing that is essentially reforming connections, associations, and those will be forming in a way that feels entirely random. If you wait just a little longer—”

“No.” Aurora gently pushes me away, steadying herself as she pulls her metal back over herself. She seems to remember how to do that pretty well. “We don’t have time. Something is going wrong here, and we need to stop it. My mind can fix itself as we go. Okay? I know that I’m Aurora, and a basic understanding of what’s happening. We need to hurry. The upload is soon, and after that it will be impossible to stop this without a lot of innocent people being hurt.”

Even with her eyes sheathed in metal I can see her spark is back. That raw heroic blazing glory that is Aurora’s spirit seems stronger than ever. I could try to melt her, but when she gets this determined it’s hard to predict how she’d react to that. Plus, her fists are metal. If she thought it was in my best interests I could see her shoving us down and coming back for us later without feeling bad at all.

At least for now.

As long as she’s Aurora, I know she’ll do the right thing even if her mind is rebuilding itself. I’m more worried about how she’ll turn out after. She’s still my sister. “Okay. Then where do we need to go to stop that? If you’re here, Rebeca, you must have finished the update . . . what exactly does it do anyway?”

“Well it . . . makes anyone who uses my interface imprinted with obedience to the Brighter Future. They will get as many people as they can to also use the interface to grow the project until it has consumed everyone. It’ll be downloaded by everyone, every terminal, with a connection to Draupnir Inc’s update servers. Most places do it automatically if only for the security updates.” Hope pauses, looking to Aurora and turning a little paler at her stern expression. “It’s supposed to be uploaded tonight, and then activated during Symphonic’s set tomorrow along with the delivery of flowers the plant sisters have been working on in case anyone needs additional shoves, but . . . she can expedite that process.”

“Of course. Even overconfident she’s got backup plans. Then we’ll need to be quick about this. I’m guessing the terminal to activate this download is in her chambers, right?” Hope nods, and Aurora clenches her hands into fists. “Then lead the way.”

It feels like I should interrupt, but I don’t know what I could say that she’d listen to. She’s certainly acting like Aurora would even if they did something to her. “You sure we shouldn’t take the time for you first . . .?”

Aurora frowns, scowling like I’ve never seen her scowl before. “Any way to make that take less than five minutes?” Rebeca adjusts her suit around her neck and frowns, opening her mouth to speak. “Then I don’t care if I don’t remember anything besides a few faces, that my name is Aurora, and that one of you deserves a kiss and the other a broken jaw. We’ve got innocents to save, so let’s get moving!”

Rebeca looks to me as though for confirmation. Her hooded eyes look half drunk, and her posture could be improved if she were using a walker. I nod, and point at the door.

With a resigned sigh, Rebeca takes the knob from Aurora and gives it a firm twist.

When she pressed that button, my whole world turned black. I was back in that lab. Rebeca was telling me I was Aurora, and that I had to save her and everyone else from Lys before everything became too big for any of us to fix.

She said that wiping my memories was as much for my protection as to make sure I could get this done, and to fulfill Lys’s commands. I don’t know if that’s true. All I know is I feel exceptionally driven to put a stop to anyone who would do something like that to anyone at all. Memories, of being a woman, of being a person, just erased . . .

“It’s not far. I imagine someone might notice us getting closer though, so we’ll need to be ready for anything. I’d apologize on the way but we’ll have plenty of time later, or none of it will matter.” Rebeca’s voice is getting steadier the farther we walk. It would probably be a good idea to be able to remember everyone we’re going to face. If there is a later that involves thinking, I’ll have to bring that up.

Around a corner stands a woman holding a rune-covered staff. She twirls it around dramatically before slamming it hard against the floor. She holds out her empty hand, pointing her finger to Hope. “So the engineer is free. Looks like Doctor Lys was right. Those LaSilvases are resourceful. Sorry Rebeca, I really can’t let you get in her way. Even if you get past me, Ana is in there with her. And there’s still the dawnlings. If you think having the original will make dealing with the copies any easier you’ll be sadly mistaken, but I imagine you already know that.”

Sylvia, my sister, my lover, raises her hands and starts to make her power flow over them. The woman with the staff grins, whispering in some strange language under her breath. The tip of her finger begins to glow.

Whoever she is, whatever it is she’s about to do, it can’t be good. I dash in front of Hope, and tear the staff free from the woman’s grasp. She falls from the shock, landing soundly on her ass as I bring her staff down on my knee again and again. It feels strong, inflexible, perhaps even stubborn, but it’s only three times before it shatters in two. With a smirk, I throw both pieces against the wall.

Before the mage, witch, or whatever she is can stand I tackle her to the floor. She struggles as I hold down her wrists and shove my knee up between her legs. Something feels eerily satisfying as my leg shines silver and lustful screams erupt from her lips. Words try to flow with the emotion only to be drowned out by her descent into docile openness. She stops thrashing and struggling,. Her whole body grinds against my leg, and I let the shining stop.

She falls flat against the floor as I lean forward to whisper into her ear. “I don’t remember who you are, but if you ever, ever threaten my friends or family again, I will make sure you never think again. There are better things you could do with your magic.”

I rise back up to my feet, Rebeca and Sylvia both staring at me with wide eyes. The woman on the floor doesn’t move except to mewl and squirm.

“We need to get going. That was louder than I should have been. Which door is she through?” Every moment makes me feel more and more rushed. Just because I wanted to get moving doesn’t mean I’m not eager to get everything in my head straightened out.

“Right through there.” Rebeca motions to the door at the end of the hall, and I nod. “Just be careful. You might be metal, but you’re not invincible.”

With a shrug, I step down the hall. No one else tries to stop us. I tear open the door, fingers crossed. I might not be invincible, but I’m damned close enough.