The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sarah’s pendant feels heavy around my neck. It was the only piece of evidence the Midas City police were able to find. She always wore it. It never tarnished somehow, and it also never left her neck. Mom told me the story of how she got it at least a million times. I would ask her to tell me again and again how she found the courage to be a heroine because her mothers believed in her.

I shouldn’t have gone to the police alone. My ride’s roar sounds noticeably more judgmental than usual

Sylvia and I should have gone to see the police together instead of spending a day in bed together. I don’t know what good we thought it would do.

Aureus quiets, and I dismount.

Mom wore the pendant not just to be a heroine, but to protect her heart. Even after she got her sparks back she wasn’t sure how healthy it would be to stop wearing it. Valerie always told her the way her sparks worked kept her heartbeat even enough, but Sarah didn’t want to be without the pendant long enough to test. There’s no way anyone could know the long term affects, not even Lys. If mom isn’t all right, I’m going to pound my metal fist through that stupid ‘doctor’.

Then again, I don’t think Doctor Lys will get away with just a snap of the wrists even if she is okay.

I walk into the green-painted hallway of a small apartment complex. I freeze before I knock on the right door, taking a deep breath and then bringing my knuckles down on the wood. I’m freaking out for no good reason.

The door opens, and a lithe auburn haired woman opens the door. Golden frames rest halfway down her nose and frame her soft gray eyes. “Aurora? Aurora! It is you, isn’t it? It’s about time that I meet the girl that’s been sleeping in my bedroom for the last year. Mom told me a lot about you.”

“Uhm, hi Mina!” My cheeks are burning. I can feel the force of her personality just by being close. She really is her mother’s daughter. If I wasn’t feeling so worried that she would be a likely target for the doctor, I would probably be disarmed.

“Come on in, I’ll get you a drink or something. Mom asked me to tell you that she’s fine. They wont let me know where she is, but she said Monique made sure she’d be safe. She also said she hopes Sarah is okay, and you’re always welcome to come back.” Mina steps back into her apartment and waves in. It looks immaculate, with not a single thing out of place. All of the furniture looks like it came from a box, but it looks somehow classier than that.

Nervously, I slide my way in and look around behind the door, and in the nearby kitchen for any signs of Proximiti or Hope. Even Tunnel can’t turn invisible. Psiona used to try, but said it got dizzying trying too force herself to look like everything on the other side of her.

I really hope they’re all okay.

She has a bookshelf filled with titles like “Being Super Human in a Human World”, “Born to Save the World”, and “Bad Girls: How the Media Encourages Super Villainy.” If I didn’t know her major already I wouldn’t have to ask. She’s very clearly driven. There aren’t any supers besides Olivia and me in her family. It’s an odd thing to specialize in, but I haven’t met a super without unresolved issues.

She shouldn’t have any trouble finding work.

“Everyone always looks at the bookcase first. No one ever looks at the picture above the book case, or the things over the books. It’s not like I wrote any of them.” Her voice is playful, but I still blush terribly as she steps past me into the kitchen. “I’ve got Jolt, water, and store brand cola. Whaddya want?”

On top of her bookshelf are tiny figurines. One of them, small and pewter, is unmistakably my mother. She has the same long hair, the same bangs, and her old uniform with the longer skirt and the longer top are painted the same shades of white and gray as the real thing. Well, the old real thing. Her old costume was in pretty terrible shape, and mom decided to kick her fashion sense up to eleven.

Hanging on the wall is a picture of Midas with the slogan “city of a thousand heroes” written in comic book text across the top. Most of it’s colors are faded, and the material in the frame looks like cheap plastic worn thin.

Olivia and Julia were close. Was Mina raised with the story of how her aunt was a heroine who sacrificed her life to save the world and the woman she loved? Susan always told Sylvia and me stories of Sarah running around in towel-capes with rubber gloves while declaring herself the defender of humanity. She didn’t even think she had two mommies back then. Thinking of her imagining some mystery father almost makes me burst out laughing.

“You probably know more about this whole super thing than I do. Uhm . . . I’ll take some water.” She’s so sweet, and a good hostess. “There are some dangerous things happening. If you can get your mom to help you, you should. They know who you are, and that you go to Midas City University. It’s only a matter of time.”

“I’ll be fine. Trust me. Here, have some of this and relax. Maybe I can help calm you down a bit. You are sort of my target audience.” She hands me a glass of water and shoos me over to her futon. It’s comfy, for a couch-bed mutant.

She sits beside me, maybe a little too close. I take a deeper drink than I normally would, but something about her ass almost pressing against mine makes me tremble. She’s my cousin. Cousins are not the same as sisters. Kissing cousins are a lot more common than kissing sisters, but that doesn’t make them any more socially acceptable. Maybe I’m just a taboo fetishist.

Or at least an incest fetishist.

I take another long drink and sigh. “I don’t think you can really help me calm down. I’m back in town because my mom is missing. The people who have her are very dangerous. They have nearly infinite resources. They have all of my old friends brainwashed and obedient. I wish mom were here. She’s a real heroine, and her powers would be really useful right about now. There are so many people mind controlled and manipulated. Who is making sure that Silver Girl’s rogues don’t act up?”

“You sound like you’re willing to take the spot. Reluctantly, maybe. Are you thinking about going back to school? Anything you’d want to do if you did?” It’s hard not to imagine her with a small pad of paper furiously scribbling.

“It’s not reluctant. Though, being Silver Girl while mom is missing . . . I have thought about it. But school? Why? This is what I’m supposed to do. I don’t really have any interests worth going to school for anyway. I never really imagined myself doing anything else.” The water is amazingly cool even though it doesn’t have any ice. I think it was just what I needed. “What else would I do?”

Mina shrugs. I swear she’s leaning a little more against me, but most relatives can have closeness without it meaning sexual intimacy. “Anything? Having powers doesn’t mean you aren’t entitled to have a life, too. Your mom made that decision, but your stepmom? She’s a doctor. She’s helped Sarah all sorts of times, but she’s still a doctor.”

My chest tightens. Something about my hand holding the glass of water seems different. My nails are turning silver. It’s not metallic, it’s just the same exact perfect shade of gray. My skin isn’t, but my hair, my eyes . . .

What other choice is there besides saving the world?

“But Sarah made that choice. Olivia made that choice. That’s who I am too.” I finish the glass of water, and set it down carefully. “Maybe I should go.”

“Who are you trying to convince with that? And you aren’t going anywhere after saying something like that.” Mina narrows her eyes. She has the same stern expression her mother must have given her a million times as a child. Her gaze is so penetrating it pushes me down from the inside.

It would be rude to leave so soon. I shrug, and sink a little back into the couch. I have nowhere better to go. Doctor Lys is playing for some very long game. It’s my move, but I don’t know the rules.

“No one? My mothers wanted to save the world. That was who they were. I mean mom has had jobs, but never really looked into another career. Apparently one of Sarah’s friends told her in another world she was a scientist but she never thought about following in her other self’s footsteps. She was perfectly happy to be a heroine. Olivia . . . Julia, your mom, told me she was directionless until she got her powers. Maybe I’m just their daughter?” Mom had already been pulling the occasional bit of heroics by the time she was sixteen. At least I waited another couple years.

“Cop out. That’s a cop out, and you know it. You just want to make mommy proud of you. You say that like it’s expected of you, like some kind of family business. That’s now how this works, ‘Rora.” She’s smiling even if her words sound harsh. I’m glad she was away when I went to crash with her mom. I’d be completely at their mercy. “You don’t have any other interests? At all?”

When she says it like that it just stings and makes me sound very boring. “I mean, I guess I always liked music? But that was Sylvia’s thing, and I didn’t want to steal it. I never really had any aspirations.”

“So you let an accident of birth define you.” She sounds accusing, but her voice is smooth, and her smile is so genuine and sweet. The warm curves of her body don’t hurt either. “Want more water?”

I nod, and hand her my glass as she walks out to the kitchen. What else could I want to do? I could try to be a doctor like Valerie, but I don’t think I have a very good bedside manner. Maybe I could be an actress? That just sounds so lame. Everything I can think of sounds so lame. What else could compare to saving the world. Even if it’s just a life, that’s the whole world to one person.

Not doing it would be selfish.

Is this a part of the whole letting Aurora and Electrum co-exist thing? Sarah doesn’t have a career. She had a wife and kids eventually, which is really what she always wanted more than anything else. If I had Sylvia that might be enough all on its own.

Mina hands me the refilled glass and I take a slow sip. If I could save the world and do something else, what would I do? I only had a job when I was in California so I could carry my own weight. Maybe I should just get a badge?

“I don’t let it define me. My actions define me. I’m Aurora LaSilvas, Electrum, a super heroine who uses her powers for good. I could just as easily be a security guard, or a hired gun to intimidate juries. I’ve got options. I took the one I wanted to take.” That didn’t even sound convincing to me. I’ve never doubted myself like this before. Starting now sounds like a really bad idea. Even when I was bad at being a super heroine I had no clue what else to do.

“Maybe I could help you. I’ve been learning a lot about your situation. There have been a lot of super heroines in the same position as you – the exact same one. It’s actually the first major thing I learned in the psychology of supers.” Mina rests her hand on top of mine and squeezes. Her skin feels so incredibly soft. “I learned a few things that can help.”

The water tastes entirely too good to be water. It doesn’t have any special flavor, it just feels . . . fulfilling? It almost tastes like somehow it’s a drink after being outside in the hot sun entirely too long. I don’t know quite how, but it does. It’s a very nice sensation.

Accepting her help after coming here to make sure she was okay feels so weird. At the same time it feels rude to decline. She’s right. This is a problem. If I don’t have a solid grasp on Aurora, I’ll lose that part of myself forever.

With a little sigh, I shrug and take another long drink. “I guess we could give it a try. What is it? Do you say things and I sharply respond with the first thing that comes to mind?”

“We could do that, I guess. In fact if you think that would be a good idea, why not?” Mina pulls back, and in the process brushes her leg along mine. I have to bite my lip not to shiver. Something about the depth of her eyes, the curve of her neck, is entirely too much of a turn-on. Is it the familiarity? I was attracted to her mother, and I’m definitely not going to lie and say this doesn’t feel like an opportunity. “Whenever you’re ready, Aurora.”

“I guess that I’m ready now. Just go easy on me? I’m not really used to talking to shrinks. Sarah used to tell me about seeing her therapist, and the thought always made me feel a little exposed.” Honestly, it mostly made me afraid I’d spill the truth about Sylvia.

Mina grins. I don’t know why, but it makes me squirm. “All right then. I say a word. You tell me the first word that comes to mind when you hear it. No thinking. Okay?”

“I get it!” Huffing, I take another long drink. I wish it was alcoholic. Okay, I’ve never been drunk before, but I still wish it was something that could help me melt away from embarrassment instead of feel soothed and refreshed.

How did she even manage it? I really need to ask her how. It really feels almost more like a sensation than a drink.

“Hero.”

“Good.”

“Heroine.”

“Protector.”

“Lover.”

“Fighter.”

“Villain.”

“Confused.”

Mina pauses. The words she’s choosing are obvious, and my responses feel just as obvious. Heroes are good. Heroines are protectors. Lover and a fighter. Villains are confused. She was getting quicker before the pause. I wonder if she already has a plan in mind, or if she’s just playing it by ear.

“Afraid.”

“Powerless.”

“Unloved.”

“Lonely.”

“Lost.”

“Found.”

“Hope.”

“Rebecca.”

Mina pauses again, and this time slowly raises her eyebrow. My cheeks are burning more than they’ve ever burned before. What does any of this mean? I take another longer drink during her reprieve. The water even soothes my nerves.

“Rebecca.”

“Colors.”

“Colors.”

“Control.”

“Dominance.”

“Need.”

It doesn’t make any sense, but I feel really warm. Everything around us feels like it’s swimming in heat. Mina is leaning so very close. I don’t know why I haven’t pulled away. My body feels limp, and her lips have moved from in front of my eyes to right beside my ear. I can’t remember when my eyes closed.

“No need to respond to this, Aurora. Just keep your eyes shut tight. Remember those colors wrapping around you. Remember how it felt to see those colors filling your mind. Remember how it felt when you heard the pretty sounds inside of that classroom. Remember how it felt when you took a nap in that deep baggie of dust. Remember those things, and forget everything else.” Her lips kiss my ear, but it feels so far away. It’s impossible to think outside of those memories.

Colored light wrapping around me, violet and silver, twinged with the blue of Hope’s eyes . . . it washes over me like waves each time Mina kisses my ear. The familiar song of sleepy obedience burns through me with each wave. My eyes feel too heavy to open, almost like they’re sealed shut with sand.

Mina moans into my ear, and I moan with her. “Good cousin. Very good cousin. So powerful, with a mind full of leashes just waiting to be tugged. That’s what you are. A need for dominance. For guidance. For direction.”

“Need . . .” I moan as I feel her hands begin to tug up my shirt. It feels so familiar, and it makes the swirling colors feel stronger. My bra rises over my breasts, making me shiver as her cool breath stiffens my nipples. Hard to think about anything besides need. So much need. Everyone always made me need them, and I can’t resist that anymore. I don’t want to resist that anymore.

“That’s right, need . . . Need to be touched, to be used, to be controlled. You’re so confused. You have no time, no effort to spend on yourself. All of it is just being wasted on saving the world. Don’t you think you deserve a little saving, too? Don’t you deserve someone to take a little time to save you from yourself?” Mina is on top of me, with her hands pushing my shoulders back against the couch. She smells so good. She feels so good. “You want me to save you, don’t you?”

Anything more than a moan is so impossible. I try to moan out yes, but her fingers twisting my nipples makes me whimper so loud I can’t hear myself think. So much need. I need her to save me. She has to save me. I need her to control me.

Her lips press to mine, and I moan until she breaks the kiss. “Don’t worry, Aurora. I met your friends before you came here. They were looking for you, and they told me all about your problems. That’s why I was ready to help you. They told me the right things to say, the right things to think, and that while we couldn’t drug your drink we could definitely sprinkle in a little magic. Wasn’t that so thoughtful of them? Now you can just obey with me for a little while until they come to pick us up. We’re going to save the whole world, and make the future so much brighter.”

I moan, and she kisses me harder. She understands how happy I am. She understands what I need. Her hands reach down under my panties. I’m so wet, so slippery, so wrapped up in pretty music and pretty colors and pretty Mina. She’ll take care of me. All I need to do is let her.

“Lovve youuuuu, Mina . . .”

Her finger rubs slowly along my slit and my whole body shakes. “Love you too, Aurora. I’m so glad the doctor showed me this was for the best. I would have wanted you and been so conflicted. Now, I can have you. Just keep your eyes closed, keep sleeping awake, and everything will be so much better.”

“Aurora still isn’t back yet.” Kelly wanted to call some people back home, so I gave her some privacy. I wonder if she’ll stay in Midas. I can admit I wouldn’t mind having her around. Then again I’ll be leaving on tour soon enough. The concert in Midas is going to be soon, everyone’ll be here, and then I’ll have to go with them or ruin their chances unless they can find a replacement singer.

Shit. I was going to call Nikki. She’s gotta be furious with me. She would have called me a million times by now, but I had to go and bust my phone in a moment of weakness.

That was such an Aurora thing to do. I got angry so I broke something. How many times have I gotten on her case?

I grab up the cordless and punch in Nikki’s number. It rings twice before she picks up. “Hey, this is Nikki.” She doesn’t sound angry yet, but she doesn’t know whose calling. She actually sounds amazingly happy for me just running out on her. I mean I had a good reason – my mom needed me.

“Hey Nikki! It’s me. Sylvia. Look, I’m really really sorry I ran off to Midas, I just—”

“—Hey, I already forgave you, remember? Let’s not start this all over again! That concert we’re doing in the park is only in an hour! If you don’t hurry down here you’re going to miss your own concert. That would be pretty ridiculous. Love you Sylvia!” She pauses, and there’s some yelling behind her that sounds like Leigh. “Damn it, gotta go! Be there! I brought your guitar!”

“Nikki, wait! I haven’t talked to you since—”

The line goes dead. Fuck. I try calling her back, but she doesn’t pick up, and I’m not going to leave her a message. Someone got to the band, and got them here early. They’re having a concert in the park? How the hell didn’t I hear about it?!

I look at my Nebula outfit on the bed and let myself sigh. “Tis is definitely a trap, but I gotta go. Damn it Nikki, I leave you and the band alone for not even a week and everyone loses their mind all over again. If we make it through this, you’re all going to start wearing tin foil hats!”