The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Do you really think I could turn this down?” Kelly asks as she mounts Aureus, Aurora’s golden motorcycle, and wraps her arms around my sister. I climb up onto my namesake, the same bike our parents used to ride together. It’s sleeker, more modern than Aurora’s, but I can feel the history.

Until recently my ‘aunt’ Yana and her lover Aniela would use it as Patina and Silhouette. One of them is being held in the witch world’s prison for an eternity, and the other is being helped recover from yeas of mind control. They won’t be needing it.

Focusing on details like that makes it easier not to hate Kelly for purposefully rubbing her tits into my soulmate’s back. “Justice isn’t revenge, but it’s my justice to take.” At least Kelly’s voice is pretty.

“Fair enough. I just wasn’t going to blame you if you weren’t eager to go back. You know after we meet up with Mourning Frost, we’re going right back to the same place, right?” She nods. Is she smiling eagerly because she’s ready to face what’s waiting for us, or is she smugly satisfied she’s the one sharing a bike and I’m alone? I can’t tell.

Kelly shrugs. “I’ve been doing this longer than either of you, you know. My parents were normal, but I’m still just as much in the lifestyle as either of you. Let’s get moving. The longer we wait, the more time they’ve got!”

Aurora grins, a little more solemnly than I think she realizes, and winks. Its noon. We would have left sooner, but Aurora insisted on making sure I was comfortable riding on my own ten times over before we could leave.

I insisted on riding without a helmet, and even if it worried her? I think it made her proud of me.

Aureus’s engine roars as she tears out of the parking lot. I follow close behind, and savor the deafening wind surrounding me. It feels cool and firm in a way that reminds me of the way my power feels if I use it too long.

The ride is long. Longer than I like, even when I’m not driving. I don’t have a lot of practice, but maybe I inherited some memory from Sarah. I’m driving a lot calmer than Valerie used to chide Sarah for, but Aurora is here and setting a fairly decent example. Soon enough I think I’ll be breaking speed limits left and right.

Our drive ends at a small roadside diner. Aurora and Mourning Frost decided it was a good half way point to meet and strategize. Mourning Frost isn’t here yet, which leaves the three of us sitting inside bored as hell.

“I need to hit the little heroines’ room. I’ll be right back.” Aurora winks, and I wave. Watching her as she heads to the bathroom is a must. Her blue jeans are so tight I can almost pretend they’re painted on. I stare until she’s out of view, and then sigh. She might be short, but makes up for quantity with quality.

“You might want to avoid things like that.“Kelly’s voice jars me out of the magical reality where I can stare at Aurora’s ass. Her rainbow eyebrow raises, and I let one of mine match. “Don’t give me that look. You two aren’t very good at hiding it. Thought that was a big point of contention between you two?”

My cheeks burn. “Shh. And its obvious you were looking, too. Even more obvious you like her. You took every opportunity you could to be close to her as two people can be on that bike.” It’s hard not to sound accusing. There’s no reason she shouldn’t. She’s not Aurora’s sister. She’s not even Aurora’s cousin. Fuck. “Don’t deny it. Don’t feel the need to explain how you don’t need to apologize to me for it, but don’t deny it.”

Kelly shrugs. She doesn’t smirk or scowl. If anything, her expression seems a little bored. My blood is pumping hot and quick, and she seems placid.

That really shouldn’t piss me off.

“I like your sister. A lot. I don’t think we’re a good couple for anything than a casual affair, but I like her.” Kelly smiles, and sips at her drink before resting back against the cushion of the booth.

“What makes you say that?” I sound too eager. I sound way too eager, but I can’t help it. It just confuses me that she wouldn’t want to try holding onto Aurora as tight as she can. Admittedly I’m more than just a little biased, but it feels like a valid sort of bias. You can’t sing to a woman for an hour and not be.

Kelly shrugs, and dips her finger into her drink. It looks odd, but beautiful as a rainbow twines around the floating ice and swirls it in the amber cola. “She’s a little too driven. She’s not really my type? I like my girls a little taller, and calmer. Plus she’s in love with someone else. I can have sex with a girl who loves someone else, but I’ve got needs too. I don’t like competition. I can’t win. Plus, she seems the type who never takes the badge off. I like being called Kelly. Sometimes.”

Her honesty makes me feel a lot better. It makes me feel calmer, anyway. Knowing she’s not after my woman is nice. She knows how far she can get. I like that.

A little temptation sizzles through me, and I succumb. We’ve been here for awhile and nothing interesting has happened. Mourning Frost might not even show. I want to have a little fun if I have to sit around in the middle of nowhere and not be curled up with Aurora on the couch.

Besides, Kelly and I could use a little bit of . . . bonding.

I press my foot against Kelly’s, and let my power wrap around her ankle. She stiffens, grasping the table and her glass tight, before her body loosens and her eyes hood. “S-sylvia . . .”

“Kelly . . . Kelly . . . I like that name. I like it more than Prism. I’m also a little taller than Aurora. I am also very glad we’re not in competition., and that we managed to get that all on the table now . . .” I hood my eyes, and trace my heat higher, until its coiled all the way up to the inside of her thighs. Her eyes gaze deeper into mine, her body shaking occasionally as her nipples poke against her top. “If you want me to stop, think no very loudly and I’ll stop.”

She hesitates. Her body shakes again, and I can taste her thoughts. They taste different than when I was muddled by ink. They taste richer. No, no, don’t stop, a little more, at least a little more!

“Mmm . . .” I lean across the table and whisper into her ear as she melts closer. “Spread your legs. Even if it’s just energy, it feels better. You can close your eyes, too.” She does, and the parting of her legs lets me caress more naturally along the place her thighs and her sex converge. Only flush before, I can feel arousal dampen her lips.

Her thoughts stutter. Oooh Sylvia . . . Such a sex goddess . . . Love your CD, your body . . .! Such naughty thoughts, and so intense. It feels natural to reward pleasure with pleasure. I concentrate on pure lust, pure pleasure, pure passionate abandon, and though her lips remain sealed and her throat silent, the scream that tears through her mind is nearly deafening. Don’t know what that was but it . . . oooh fuck . . .!

“Mind fuck. A little specialty of mine. I told your mind to cum.” She blushes, and I giggle before rewarding her with a kiss beside her lips. “If I wanted I could make you do anything, derail your mind entirely . . . Sky is the limit. But instead, I’ll just savor this, and you. We can keep you shaking here until Aurora gets back . . .”

“C-cruel t-tease! No fair!” She shakes harder, and stares into my eyes. She’s thinking I’m only kidding. She’s only half right.

“Crueler than you know . . . but Aurora is coming, and I think she’d get jealous, so . . . here’s one for the road.” I force all of my power right into her clit, and without moving she shudders and screams even louder in her thoughts. Her panties are ruined, and her thoughts flatline.

They’ll rebuild themselves slowly, but for now she can enjoy being mindless.

Aurora clears her throat. She’s standing by the table, and looking very amused. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Of course, ’Rora! Just making sure Kelly and I get along. No- not in any bad ways. Just bonding.” She looks suspicious for only a moment more before smiling brighter. “You’d be proud.”

“Good. But we should probably call- oh fuck.” Aurora pauses mid sentence. Outside, a woman dressed neck to toe in tight white latex pulls up on a white motorcycle that looks a lot like Sylvia. Around her neck is a collar with several d-rings, and her boots have big blocks for heels. Her hair is long, and the golden strands billow in the wind. She revs her engine, and drops someone with white-blue hair off the back of her bike.

She looks an awful lot like how Aurora described Mourning Frost.

“Hope! Damn it! You’re not getting away!” Aurora runs for the door, and I snap my fingers in Kelly’s face to wake her up. Her eyes flutter lazily, but its no use, and the blonde has already started to leave. Aurora jumps on her bike, only stopping to glance at us through the window. “Make sure Frost is okay. I need to see if I can’t stop her!” She speeds off after the woman in white before I can even start to move.

It’s not fun to be left behind, but at least the blissed out company is good.

I need to catch her. She wasn’t even wearing her mask. They’ve done more to her than I realized. She isn’t the same woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t even go by Rebeca anymore.

Those two seconds of a head start I gave her were too much. Aureus roars under me, hungry, but outmatched. Mom got me Aureus to fulfill my romantic notions of riding a roaring steed to glory. She’s not the fastest. Long distance? I’ll win, and be a lot more comfortable, but I can’t trust she won’t find a way to lose me by then.

“Hope! You must have some idea what they’ve done, even if they’ve made you like it. Let me help you! Face me!” I know when they had me I wouldn’t have turned around but I’m all out of ideas. If they got to Mourning Frost then I’m all out of ideas. She was the only one who knew where their compound was. She was the one with the secret government backing. She was the only one I trusted to help us that wasn’t possibly compromised.

I hate the way this is turning out already.

She slows down.

She’s still going fast, but only fast enough so we’re still making ground as I catch up to her. I pull up alongside her before long, and she grins. She doesn’t look away from the road, but she grins. Whatever they did to her didn’t make her stop being Rebeca, but it brought out the worst, cruelest side she ever had.

“I missed my favorite body pillow! I have so many more now to be fair, but none of them are like you! No one can do what you do with your metal tongue!” She laughs over the rushing air around us, and swerves off the road.

What game is she playing? I can’t wrap my mind around it. She’s almost sounding like tunnel. “Oh, I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve now. Silver hair, silver eyes, a whole lot more silver. Want to give it a try? I’d love for you to deliver a message back to the Doctor!”

Her gloves look different. They’re thicker over the back of her hand, and I can’t tell why that should seem familiar. I move a little further away, keeping up with her as she leads us away from the highway.

“She knows! Don’t worry, she’s very good at keeping tabs on people! She asked me to remind you that you first met at Linda’s! You liked her shoes!” Hope laughs, throwing her head back as the wind whips around her blonde wig. However she keeps it on while going that fast is beyond impressive. “She said you wouldn’t remember unless I told you she was there the day you got shot. She’s been playing a long game with you, love. It’s far from over, and your icy spy isn’t going to be able to help you this time!”

Fuck. I remember I served her just a little before that dirty man came in with his gun. She’s been watching me, waiting, for over a year. She might have even been waiting to recruit me all the way back then.

Hope doesn’t even turn to look at me, but her laugh screams she can see the horrified expression I’m wearing. I have to thank her for teaching me one very important thing: Don’t sleep with anyone that is, or might eventually be, a super villain. Letting someone get that close is too dangerous.

I can’t think of any way to use our relationship against her. She was the one in control. She was always just a little distant.

Aureus’s roar sounds almost pained as I struggle to overtake her. I can’t let her get away. She’s not doing this on purpose, and I don’t mean to let them keep using her like this. We’ll be having a very, very long talk about what you do and don’t do to your fellow heroines, but that was coming anyway by this point.

She slows down enough for us to be perfectly side by side, and slams her bike into mine. It’s nothing I haven’t done before, so I slam back until we’re riding what almost feels like one bike.

“Your family is big on Greek mythology, right?” Hope’s voice sounds like a mocking laugh. Her contact-blue eyes, artificially colored but not artificially deep, look so different. They look darker. They look colder. The comforting edge they had the first time we met is still there, but its buried so deep.

I try to pull Aureus away, but she compensates, keeping us close – too close. “You know that! My family thinks we’re Athena’s decedents!”

“Then let me remind you of a myth the Doctor has helped me become very familiar with! When Pandora opened up that box of hers, she let out greed, cruelty, plagues . . . all of the evils of the world. She closed it up quick as she could. When she finally opened it back up she let out the greatest evil of all. Hope.” She pulls her hand off of the handle bar closest to me, and I remember why her gloves worried me.

A brilliant light surrounds the glove, and she shoves it hard against my shoulder. A sharp pulse of electricity makes all of my muscles clench at once. I remember the last time I felt this. My thighs clench hard around Aureus, making the vibration shudder though me more than it ever has before. My toes are curled so hard they hurt. My knuckles ache. My jaw is locked shut.

Then everything loosens. My hands let go, and I tumble off. I feel my body turn metal right as I hit, sliding along the hard ground as all of my body loosens. My head feels so dizzy and fuzzy, my visions covered with bright white splotches tearing through everything else. I force my eyes back to flesh, struggling to rise. My body is twisted in the most painful posture, almost bent in half, but I know nothing’s broken.

Everything does feel a little . . . slower around the edges. Nothing feels quite right. My metal skin feels numb. My mouth feels dry and warm. The space between my eyes still feels so tight . . .

Hope drives back around, stopping in front of me. Her crisp white boots step into the dirt, her body a shapely white blur. “The Doctor, and Proximiti? They helped me refine the design you helped me test. My panic button gloves. They don’t have to touch your scalp anymore. They can touch you anywhere and pop, they make you tighten up, and then loosen up. Your body is probably limp enough that if you weren’t so heavy as metal I could take you all the way back before you could think well enough to resist. Sorry, but I’m leaving you here.”

“You . . . called me . . .? Why leave me . . . here? Not . . . thinking right . . . words . . .” Its so much harder than it should be . . . to form a co . . . a coherent . . . something . . . everything just feels all . . . gooey loose . . .

“Why else? We knew you’d contact Mourning Frost. She’s not dead, or brainwashed. She just won’t be of any help to you, but has already been lots of help to us. She’s told us how she found out about us, and we’re using that to find her contacts . . .” Hope laughs, and bends down at the knees. Her hand strokes my cheek. It feels like warm pressure, but distant pressure. I feel so heavy and . . . “And we’re going to get them out of the way, too. We can’t have the spooks stopping us. We’re doing this for a brighter future. One you’ll be a part of soon enough. But, we do have your mother. I thought you deserved to know.”

She drops something down into my hand, and climbs back onto her bike. I can’t move enough to look . . . look . . .? Look . . . Strange word, feels . . . lime . . .?

She laughs, and her bike purrs louder. “Find us, or we’ll find you when we’re ready for you. Thanks for the hand, by the way. Have a good nap.” She speeds off, kicking up a light layer of . . . dirt . . .? all over my legs.

Everything is chewed apart by the white splotches in my vision, and I just stare into the white.