The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My body still aches, but I’ve finally got the shivering under control. Lys’s eyes haven’t opened since whatever the hell I did to her. Good. I’ve never felt that much raw power inside of me. If that wasn’t enough, then I’ll never be enough in a million years.

I look down at myself and smirk. I do like the new version of my outfit. I might need to get a few different versions. Sports teams have different jerseys depending on where they’re playing, right?

Even if Lys is stopped, that still leaves finding Valerie, the band . . . getting the hell out of here.

I don’t know how long it’s been since Lys lost, when Hope finally speaks up. “So . . . I’m sorry. I know now probably isn’t the right time, but I’m sorry. I’ll leave you and your sister alone if that’s what you want. Hell, I’ll go to jail if that’s what you want. I probably should. I don’t think I’ll ever suit up as Hope again . . .”

“Don’t make that decision right away. And compared to what you did to Aurora you didn’t really do anything to me, so you should let Aurora have some say in this.” Everything she did to me was forced on her by Lys. She didn’t do anything to me besides try to make my lover forget she loved me. To be fair, that was probably a good thing. I was across the country, almost far as two people can get away from each other on the same continent, and we didn’t exactly part on good terms.

“Yeah. that sounds like the polite thing to do. Aurora is the one you mind fucked. She deserves a say.” Aurora’s voice emerges from the pile of metal flesh. I don’t bother containing my gleeful squeal. “Sorry for not saying anything sooner, I’m a little squished under here. Took awhile to pull myself back together. Had to take my sparks back . . . and they didn’t really want to let go. I’ll be out as soon as my arms move when I tell them to.”

Nothing has ever hurt Aurora, not physically. She fell from a building and dented the pavement. She took a bullet and only got a hole in her blouse as a souvenir. It still makes me feel better to know she’s okay.

I crawl closer to her, feeling along the metal flesh to find some belonging to her. Lys really did a great job. The dawnlings are perfect duplicates. I can only tell I’ve found Aurora’s leg when she mewls as my fingers trail along the curve of her calf. Aurora’s okay, and we’re together . . .

My eyes fill with tears, and I bite my lip to hold back the whimper. I can’t believe I forgot about her. I can’t believe I let myself run away from her. I don’t know what I’m going to tell Nikki.

“You do love her, too . . . I’d hoped so . . . I’d read in her mind just how much she loved you. You’re the most important thing to her, Sylvia . . . I’m sorry I tried to get in the middle of that . . .” Hope’s voice doesn’t sound right. She sounds so disconnected and uncertain. Sarah would know what to do. Aurora will know what to do. I’m better at saving the day in the nick of time than knowing how to deal with these things.

There’s not really a good way to respond to that. Rebeca is hurting. I’m hurting. Everything feels entirely too confusing. Beating the boss is supposed to fix everything. There’s not supposed to be cleanup.

“Think I could keep one of those to shove in my closet? There’s just something about them . . .” Aurora’s sense of humor isn’t recovered yet, because she whimpers when she should be giggling. “Or not. Sorry. I wish I could help you out of there. Just not really strong enough. Sorry. Wish I could steal powers instead of personalities.”

Aurora snorts, and a leg flies up into the air as Aurora’s arm thrusts out of the pile. “That’s all the LaSilvas family needs, a power leech. My luck, it would be stuck to ‘on’ permanently. Let’s not tempt fate.”

An arm flails before one of the Aurora-dopples sails up into the air and lands lifelessly beyond the pile with a loud slam and a dent in the floor. My mind keeps filling with images of how she looked sunk into the pavement. If she was anyone else, or if her powers hadn’t kicked in, she wouldn’t have survived. Aurora never seemed vulnerable to me before—and maybe it’s just me putting that onto her—but I feel incredibly lucky that I haven’t lost her.

Metal hair slides out of the pile, followed by the rest of her, as Aurora crawls to the top. Her new Silver-Girl-inspired uniform is definitely yummy. Hopefully it won’t be too long before I get a chance to peel it off of her.

Her metal melts away as she shakily stands. “This is a little too fresh, Sylvie. Hope, we still need to get Valerie. Where would they be keeping her? And we need to get the rest of the team . . . and we should call in the cleanup crew . . . I know we were never big on calling in the badges, but this needs government hands all over it.”

“She’d be in her room . . . or the infirmary. Lys was using her for her medical skills as much as anything else. She loved to say you were surrounded by useful people. We need to find Flora, and Psiona, too. Also Symphonic Nebula should all still be in the compound. We need to get them out of here—they’re just civilians.” Even knowing that I’m not included, it feels weird to hear Hope call the band ‘civilians’. Nikki is anything but civil. I imagine given anything sufficiently dangerous she’d join in bashing some heads. Probably best we just get her the hell out of here.

Aurora nods, and only takes three steps before falling right into my arms. Her knees are shaking, and her eyes look glassy and distant. “We need to hurry. Mind if I lean on you?”

I kiss her lips before shaking my head, shifting so she can lean back against me. She’s right. We need to hurry. Hope’s gaze meets mine, and we nod in sync before she leads the way with us close behind. It would be great if this just went swimmingly.

Questions that bloomed in my mind during the link with Lys feel louder now that I have a moment to think. Why was Mom working with her? What was Lys doing?

Around a bend in the corridor Proximiti meets us with her permanently affixed dangerous grin. “Ah! Great! You’re all here! Becca the wunderkind, Aurora the super slut, and Sylvia the Britney-wannabe. Now that the Chess Queen is a puddle the only thing I’m helpless to is the needs of the future. Funny how that means I can do whatever I want to any of you, huh?”

Aurora growls, and pulls herself out of my arms. She turns her body metal, shaking as she holds her arms out protectively. She’s shaking entirely too much to stay like that for long, but she’s trying so very desperately. “Funny how . . . you aren’t going to be able to do shit . . . huh?”

“Really? Really?” Proximiti holds up her hands, and Aurora’s whole body tenses as the woman slowly pulls off her long, thick black gloves. “I haven’t gotten an uninterrupted chance to show you the gift you gave me! You really should get a look, it’s simply gorgeous.” She drops her gloves, and holds the back of her hands up for us to see. Metal is fused to her skin, shaped like a blocky eyes clutching into her hands. The irises begin to flash, sparkling and glittering, making it so hard to look away. The light is . . . silver . . . it’s like Mom’s silver, shining out from her hands, pulsing, throbbing . . .

Aurora mewls, and I mewl with her. The strobing is so incredibly relaxing, flashing, swirling light, that feels like it’s reaching out to cradle my exhausted body. My eyes feel so heavy, my thighs feel . . . slicker . . . quivery . . .

I moan, and wrap my arms around Aurora. Her hands are just so beautiful, so powerful. I don’t know how anyone could ever resist . . . I just want to wrap my arms around one of hers, and grind my breasts against her as my eyes stay so helplessly locked on that pretty shining beacon. I’ve never seen anything half as gorgeous as that light, and the hand behind it. Proximiti . . . Such a pretty name, and so powerful . . .

She laughs, and I moan before laughing with her. It feels good to laugh with her, in a strange, confusing way. Aurora just mewls and shivers. There was someone else with us . . . but I can’t seem to remember her name. Was it . . . Becky? That doesn’t sound quite right. I know it’s a name that I’ve heard before . . .

“Silly little super-sluts. Feels good to be one of you now, all charged up with magic hands that no one can resist. I think just aiming these babies makes the world a brighter place, don’t you? They work better than a pair of flashlights. They certainly encourage safety – you’ve got your high beams at full blast.” She’s right, my nipples are so hard that I’d probably be rubbing them against Aurora if I wasn’t sure she’d fall over. Aurora is all metal . . . her nipples must be even harder.

Proximiti smirks, clenching her fists behind those gorgeous lights. “But, we have company coming? And I want to get the most out of these magic hands. So I’m just going to leave you three here to shudder and groan like the dumb super-sluts you are. Ciao!”

She walks away, and the light doesn’t. It isn’t coming from her hands anymore. The cameras, wall mounted, they were made to be able to do the same thing. It’s so hard to think . . .

Just stuck, staring, mewling, mindless, it’s impossible to do anything else. Something bright courses along the walls, and the lights disappear with a loud sizzle-pop of electronics blowing out.

The light . . . gone . . . blinking, shaking my head . . . fuck. “Stupid bitch!” If she hadn’t gotten away that security-focused slut would be on the ground once I was done with her. Aurora falls back, and I only barely manage to catch her in my arms. “Who . . . what . . . What the hell just happened?”

“You owe me tickets. Lots of tickets.” A cute teenaged girl with silver-and-violet hair tied back bounces out into view, a little more electricity arcing out from her fingers to sizzle the cameras that much more. “I imagine you also owe me every CD ever, even the weird Asian exclusive ones. Maybe posters, too. There might be some of those I don’t have yet. I like posters.”

Her . . . that girl from the concert! “Kat! How the hell did you . . . what the hell . . . are you even doing here? I mean you must have seen what happened but . . .”

“She had a little help.” A woman wearing a black glittery dress under a long black coat, and a pair of fancy designer shades, steps out beside Kat. “I never got paid. I took a big risk, and expected to be rewarded rather handsomely. Instead I got fucked. It is not good to fuck me. I always end up on top.”

Aurora growls, shuddering as she struggles to stand on her own. “Tunnel . . . You stupid . . . When I can move, I’m breaking your jaw. This is your fault. Rebeca . . . Flora . . . Just . . . How could you do that to us?!”

Tunnel shrugs. She must be the woman with the magical eyes. I can see why Aurora spoke so highly of her. “It was business. Just like this. You’re a nice piece of ass, don’t get me wrong—but I’m not going to get all teary-eyed and remember how we used to be a team. Explanations, and breaking my jaw, can wait until after I get your sorry asses free. She’s got your cousin too, right? Can’t forget her, or your mom. Sparky, think you can watch after the wonder twins while I have ‘Becca show me where everybody is?”

It’s hard to imagine how blasé Tunnel is. Aurora told me she was a cold, heartless bitch, but I had absolutely no clue that even after what she’d done she could act so . . . removed. The only word that comes close to describing her is sociopathic. She just doesn’t care.

Rebeca tenses, looking incredibly nervous. I would be too. After all, Tunnel is the reason she was here in the first place. She takes a deep breath, before sighing and stepping closer to Tunnel.

“I can take care of them, don’t you worry about us! And don’t worry—Tunnel’s cool. For now, anyway. It’s a really long story. I’ll tell you on the way out.” Kat steps a little closer, and I let myself slouch. This is how it was supposed to feel to defeat Lys. Safe. “You were serious about those tickets, right?”

“Honey, if you can get us out of here, you’ll be welcome anywhere I can get you in.”

I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere on the way out I passed out. I only know that because I’m laying on an entirely too comfortable couch, with Mina passed out beside me. The room looks like it would belong in the back of a police station. The walls are cheap faux-wood, and there’s a large panel of one-way-mirrored glass. The door in the corner is wood with a round metal knob.

Metal. My body is still metal. Proximiti has a power that can get past my eyes . . . and I gave it to her. The dawnlings won’t ever move again, but I only defeated them because I got lucky. Anachronista should have been able to defeat me. There’s no way I should have been able to pull that off.

The door opens, and a bandaged up Monique stumbles out with a weak little smile. “You did good, kid. You and your sister, both. She’s out being a good little spokeswoman for the meta-media. I think my street cred might have been demolished, but that just means I can’t use my informants that haven’t reformed so . . . directly anymore. You helped us find a couple more possible new recruits.”

“Tunnel Vision.” Half awake, I’m still awake enough to be furious and horrified. Who could ever trust her? Even if her interests align with ours, she’s a lying little bitch. “Cute. Gotta love it. So . . . Brighter Future’s all wrapped up . . .? Lys said there were other cells . . . Other heroines converted . . .”

Monique stands in front of me. Her expression is concern wrapped around affection. Does she look at me as some daughter she never got to have? Does she see too much of my mother in me and wish that Sarah had never gotten between them, given them some chance to maybe work things out and somehow have a kid? For some reason I feel incredibly cynical. It’s not surprising. If they’d accept Tunnel’s help so quickly without giving her some sort of exploding neck collar then they really don’t appreciate the risk they’re taking.

Something warm inside of her eyes looks a little hurt. “Yeah . . . it’s all wrapped up, thanks to you and your sister. Those other plans were foiled by other heroines much like yourself. Databank saved, power plant saved, a shipment of very aromatic plants averted . . . I was able to call in a few favors, Vision was in the wrong place at the wrong time . . . and she understands now that she’s got one chance to stay out of jail. The watchful eye of our little . . . organization? Can keep her on the straight and narrow.”

“There’s nothing straight about that girl, Frost.” For some reason calling her Monique aloud sounds too personal. So much more personal than I feel. “But that’s cool that you think so. Where’s my mother?”

“Valerie is—”

“Not Valerie. Where is Sarah? You told me to run out here to stop Quillspawn. I got thrown off a building, but I did. I got turned into a lovely copper top battery. I don’t even want to know what they did to Sylvia. They made my own mother mindfry me. Tell me you know where Sarah is.” I’m not sure if the tears welling in my eyes are angry or sad tears. Whatever they are, they’re overwhelmed tears. “I need to know where the hell she is!”

Monique looks away and stays silent. She doesn’t have to say anything. They don’t know. My mother’s been missing, for days now. They haven’t even looked. There aren’t any leads.

I nod, and look at Mina. She’s resting so . . . peacefully. She doesn’t look hurt, but what they did to her . . . She’s not safe here in Midas, but where is she safe? Where is anyone completely safe? She’s a Whitner though, so I doubt she’ll want to turn tail and run back home. Maybe we can bunk . . .

Though she does know things about me . . . and I wonder, were those things she said truthful?

I hold out my hand, melting it to flesh before I dance a spark along the back of my fingers like a coin. “Lovely . . . Really . . . Really lovely. Hope . . . Make her join your jaunty little group. She needs the positive influence. But keep both her and Tunnel . . . away from me. I can’t deal with them right now. I need to pick up the trail. I need to find my mother. I need to keep my family safe, and that includes Sarah, Valerie, Mina . . .”

“Sylvia?” Monique raises an eyebrow. “And you know they’re all big girls. They can take care of themselves.”

“She . . . can take care of herself. And there are lots of heroines with no powers. They train night and day, they invent, they augment . . . so theoretically, every civilian could be a heroine. A ‘super’ even. But they aren’t. Even when they are, everyone needs help sometimes . . . and when you’re the one who can’t be hurt, you have to protect those who can.” I dance the spark into the center of my hand and clench it tight around the spark as I turn my flesh back to metal. “And you took care of yourself nicely.”

Sarah believed I could do so much. I could feel it when she reached out to me. She believed I could find her. She knew I could help her. I have to help her . . . My dependance on everyone else around me, it’s why I’m so weak. It’s why Tunnel got me – it’s why Hope got me.

I need to stop needing. I need to be needed. That’s the only way I can turn this around. It’s the only way I can fix myself. I’m the invulnerable girl with the heart of glass.

Monique ruffles my hair, and I don’t react. “Well . . . I think you’ll feel better if you give yourself some time. You let me worry about Vision, and Hope. There are a couple of women who would love to talk to you. Sylvie should be done with the press. I’ll be here when Mina wakes up. Thought it would be good if someone was . . . Why don’t you head on out?”

“Sure.” If Tunnel and . . . whoever that girl was hadn’t shown up to take down the super villain I gave powers Sylvie and I would be mewling obediently right now. I tried to defend her, but it didn’t mean anything. I can’t protect anyone I love. I glance down at the Silver Girl uniform. Mom used to have the same problem, but then she changed. She described it as growing up, getting over herself and taking a more serious role. I need to grow up. I need to find out how she pulled that off, I need . . . to be more. I need to win at least once by something more than the skin of my teeth and having competent people around me.

My body still aches from using so much of my power. It’s easier to walk without the metal, so I let it drip away as I walk out the door. Sylvia is there waiting for me, and practically pounces me against the wall. Her body is so warm, so soft, so . . . delicate. Still, she could have me on the ground in a moment with a thought. She’s so much stronger now than I’ll ever be.

Her lips melt into mine, and I arch into her embrace. No one else is in the hallway, but I don’t think we’d care anyway. This isn’t a police station. We were still near or in Midas. I don’t imagine a lot of people know what this building is, and anyone inside is used to keeping their mouth shut.

She breaks the kiss, and strokes along my cheeks. I gaze up at her, feeling so small, so . . . distant from her. “What’s wrong . . .? We did it! We saved the world! Sort of! I mean, we had help, but this was a massive international operation. Or, it was at least national. It was big, is what I’m trying to say. You should be proud of yourself! We did it—”

“You did it. I just took back what they took from me. I couldn’t protect you, or anyone else . . .” She holds me tight, pulling me against her like if she lets go I’ll dissolve. “Nnn . . . Sylvie . . . I love you, but . . .”

“Aurora . . . When I remembered who you were, when I . . . Broke through what they did to me, and I remembered how much you meant to me, I . . . I don’t want to leave you behind. I’ll stay in Midas. I’ll take you with me to New York. I’ll find a way to make Nikki understand. I’ll find a way to make my career work. I can’t give you up again. I never should have—”

I push away from her, squirming out of her arms. My chest clenches around my heart, trying to crush it to stop me. “N-no. I have to stay here, in Midas. You have fans. You have a life. You have a job. Did you really think you could, or should, drop all of that for me . . .? We’re sisters. You can’t be you and be with me, and . . . I’m sick of people making you forget me. You’re always happier when you do. Maybe you just, well, should?”

Sylvia freezes in place. My eyes are burning so hard. Tears want to fall, but I can’t cry. I have to act passive. I have to act unconcerned. It hurts me so viscerally, but I have to.

She doesn’t grab me as I slink away from her, taking a few steps towards the next door before turning to face her. She hasn’t moved at all. “Look. Hope used you against me. Lys used you against me. Quillspawn did. I can only imagine I’ve been used against you, too. We need to grow up. We’re not little girls practicing kissing anymore. We need to accept some things will never be. We need to go our separate ways. It was fun, but it was irresponsible. You’ve got Nikki. My job needs to be more important to me than it ever has been. It’s time I hung Aurora LaSilvas up in a closet. I can put her back on when I’m done finding Mom.”

Sylvia catches up with me, and slams her hand across my cheek in the hardest slap I’ve ever felt. “You need to grow up, Aurora.” Her hands close around my shoulders as she pulls me back through the door and up against the wall. Her body presses so tight against mine. I can feel her every familiar curve. I can feel her power sizzling just under the surface of her skin. “You’re pouting. You think that’s grownup?”

“What the hell are you talking about?! I was dead weight, again. I got lucky. Mom is still missi-ow!”

Her lips mash against mine, hot sizzling pleasure searing through her current into me. Fuck her power feels so amazing. “You helped save the day! You were very important back there! Sure, Sarah’s missing? But you saved Valerie. You saved Mina. You saved my band. You saved me. Don’t you even think of saying that doesn’t matter.”

I don’t know how to stop blinking. She’s . . . so . . . dominant. She was never weak or anything, but she’s not taking no for an answer. She’s made up her mind in ways I never did. “I . . . Sylvia . . . Your band . . . Your life, I . . .”

“Fuck . . . I forgot. I’m going on tour. You’re staying here, to protect Mom. To protect Mina. Maybe one of us can try to find Mom along the way? It’d be a bonus. But when it’s done, I’m coning home to you. In the meantime . . . it’s about time you meet Nikki. I’m going to go to my hotel room. When you remember how much I love you, and that it’s my choice what I do about that, come find us. If you aren’t there by midnight? I’m finding you. And I will burn that silliness out of you.”

She smirks. Her eyes are so close to mine, her lips . . . I lean out to kiss her, and she pulls away. “But . . . Sylvie . . .”

“Think about what I said. I need to tell Nikki you’re staying the night, and talk with Mom a bit. Once you’re done with your little tantrum, you know where I’ll be.” She leaves me behind, closing the door behind her.

I’ve never wanted her more.