The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I’m lonely. Silver said that The Lady called her off to do a job, but she’d try to be back home soon. She could tell that I was unhappy, but she petted my hair and gave me one of those toe curling spark kisses and promised she’d be home as soon as she could. I curled up in the middle of her bed, idly tugging at the black underwear that they have me wear when they don’t want to play.

It’s comfy on the bed, but I’m not in the mood to be lazy. I want to pounce. I want to be petted. I want to be cuddled. Something…

Then I remember that if I leave the room without Silver then I’ll be covered in dust or rubbed all over in pink. I whine out a pitiful meow and cover my face with my hands before rolling over again. Lonely. So, so lonely. It’s not fun to be Silver’s pet if she doesn’t want to play with me.

The door opens. She’s there. Her. I try to hide more under my hands, but it doesn’t do any good. It isn’t that I don’t like Her. She’s pretty. Sexy. Powerful. She says words and everything just tumbles away…

“Tasty silver kitty.” She grins, and steps closer. Her heels click loudly, even though I was sure the floor had carpet.

My mind quivers and trembles and then slides out between my legs, staining the black bikini bottoms that hug my lower lips so tight they may as well be a second skin. I strain to keep my eyes open, even if it means fluttering them in the moment just before falling shut. My lips fall open. I can’t restrain the pitiful meowing. She did so much to my mind, and it just takes three words to make me fall apart.

“Tasty. Silver. Kitty.” Groans mew their way past my lips along with a bit of drool as my body goes limp. My hands fall away from my face, and my eyes slide half open gazing fuzzily up at the woman looming over me. “Don’t be a bad girl, or we’ll have to start all of this over again. All of your programming, right from the top.”

She pauses and taps a finger thoughtfully to her lips before sitting down beside me. Her nails slide through my hair in a touch that would be tender and sweet if it was anything other than the woman asserting her dominance over me. I still mewl and shudder at the tingles that pulse down my spine, but some part of me knows that it isn’t the warmth that I want it to be. It isn’t like when Silver cuddles me. It isn’t like when Silver kisses the top of my head and pulls me into her lap.

The Lady isn’t my Silver.

“Maybe we should. There’s a little bit too much of you showing through the kitten, I think. Tasty. Silver. Kitty.” I moan as she grabs a handful of my breast. It’s clothed, but with how roughly she squeezes it doesn’t feel that way. Her touch doesn’t stir me. It only sinks me deeper.

I’m domesticated. Declawed. Enslaved. Her touch only makes me weaker, softer, warmer, gooey and melty…

“You know she’s not coming back. Not this time. Your Silver? She’s gone. Gone forever. Because you weren’t enough for her. She’s much happier for the chance to go out and play hero again. She chose that over spending time with you, and this time she’s not coming back. She’s going to go play hero, and she’s finally never coming back.” She sighs and shakes her head. Her hand rips the bikini away from my breasts, and roughly twists my nipple.

I scream and feel myself stiffen against her thumb. I can’t do anything but feel. I can make pitiful meowing sounds, but I can’t even make words. She stole those from me. Mrrrr…

The fabric over my pussy is torn away and I somehow manage a sound that almost sounds like ‘no’ but still sounds too much like a meow. She laughs, and cups her hand over my sex. “No? Did you try to say ‘no’ to me, my tasty silver kitty?”

Those three… fucking… words… oooh…

Each one slams into my mind from right between my eyes and sends me sprawling out in helpless mewling. I manage a weak nod, and yowl pitifully. She’s in control. She’s always in control. Even Silver does everything She says.

Silver is Her toy, just like I’m Silver’s shadow kitten.

“You don’t… get… to say no to me…” The Lady’s fingers thrust deep between my thighs. I’m already so slick, and my legs spread apart to make it easier for her. My body is so obedient, even while I’m trying to struggle. My meows are more moans of pleasure than resistance. There’s really nothing I can do but savor how good it feels when She strokes so deep inside of me and all of the words leashing me to Her every desire combines with that pleasure.

She leashed me with this pleasure. Her words… The pleasure… Silver’s yummy sparks that made everything into shudders and whimpers and moans…

The Lady’s fingers don’t move like someone making love. She’s rubbing me, touching me, feeling me, like a possession that she wants to inspect. I’m not a woman to her. I’m not even a pet. Silver always cuddles me when we’re intimate. She kisses me. She whispers sweet loving things into my ear.

Tears quiver against my eyelids. She has to come back! My Silver has to come back. I need her now more than ever. The pressure is building inside of me. I want to fight it. I don’t want to cum. She’s using it to destroy me…

“You say what I tell you to say, when I tell you to say it. You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. If you weren’t Silver’s, do you know how many more missions you’d be doing that are buried so deep in your mind you’ll never remember? I think we need to give you another Treatment. A little prick from the syringe full of green and you’ll forget all about…” She nibbles my ear and pinches my clit to punctuate her pause. I cry out, shaking as my body begins to gush with traitorous ecstasy. “Well everything. You’ll forget all about your life as Silhouette, all those human words you think I’ve taken, and this time I’ll take all your memories of Silver, too.

“She isn’t coming to save you from me, not this time.”

Six Months After Chronos Fell

I woke up screaming and clutching at the sheets. I was still naked, but there was no one else with me. Tears pour down my face as I pull the shadows tighter around me. Silver. Sarah.

It had been so long since the last time I’d seen her face for real. She was in most of my dreams, or her absence was. It’s amazing how powerfully I could feel her not being there. So many nights I’d gone to sleep holding a picture of her in my mind for the hopes that she’d be there, but it never happened. The Lady was always there instead.

After dreams like that there was never any point in trying to sleep. By that time, I’d given up trying. If the same dream doesn’t come back then another one even worse always seemed to take its place.

Instead I dragged myself out of bed and poured a tall glass of water. It had been tempting to fill every cupboard with booze, but I’d managed a little bit more self-control. The last thing I needed right then was to drink and let booze pull me into a spiral of self-destruction. Then I’d definitely never see Silver Girl again.

I glanced to the calendar hanging on the wall of my kitchen and frowned. Why did Jesse Colloten keep Sarah out of her records? They were meticulous about every other detail. The only thing they seemed to excise was anything and everything to do with my silver skinned once owner.

She was right. Even after months of intense therapy and techniques I don’t want to think about, I can’t remember the missions she sent me on. She always sent me when Sarah wouldn’t know. I remember how to speak, but most of how I spent a year is a fuzzy blur of meowing and silver skin.

They said my toxscreen came back so full of drugs it would make McJagger blush.

The glass of water didn’t help, but it gave me something to feel besides the lingering horror of Jesse Colloten. Whenever Silver could think, I was safe. She kept me safe enough from both Dust and Pink. The Lady doted on her too much to be cruel to me while she could notice.

Silver fixed everything, so she got everything.

I was just a pet when I wasn’t doing… whatever.

With the glass half empty, I hoped that Jesse Colloten was face down in a toilet. I hoped that someone would stick a syringe in her arm and make her words all dribble away. I wanted her to lose herself, and then die so I’d never need to be afraid of seeing her again.

Then something in my apartment creaked, and the sound was just like one of Her heels hitting the floor. For a split second I wanted to fall to my hands and knees and meow as convincingly as I could. Maybe if she thought I was still a kitty she wouldn’t do anything worse. Maybe if she didn’t know the therapy had it finally feeling less unpleasant, and actually nice to be standing upright, she wouldn’t say those three words and make me limp before taking her revenge on me.

There was one piece of information that tied Silver Girl to Chronos, but only one and it didn’t have the paper trail. Someone tipped off the authorities. Someone sent supers and the police to take down Jesse Colloten and that 100th story office became a liability.

Without the proof to back up her story that she was one of Jesse Colloten’s pets, that informant being Silver Girl didn’t have much weight.

But when I first heard it whispered, I knew it was true. My Silver had tried to rescue me. My Silver wasn’t just playing hero. My Silver saved me.

It was just too bad she’d gone missing herself afterwards.

I splashed the rest of the water in my face before moving to grab up a towel to mop up the mess. Water dripped along my tattoos, and I felt the shadows quivering around me. After what I’d been through I was in no shape to look for a missing person.

Parts of me were lost, and I’d been taught that the best way to deal with that was learn to accept it. “Accept it. Accept that I spent a year as a cat doing terrible things that I’ll never be able to remember.” I threw the towel into the sink and stalked out of the kitchen. Shadows curled around me, forming my dark costume made from the stuff of nightmares.

I couldn’t find her, but I needed to get outside. I needed to get out under the sky and breathe fresh air. If I’d done so during my time as one of Chronos’s pawns I’ll never remember it now.

Some nights it was the worst torment that I could have faced, but that night as I made my way across my city’s rooftops I was pretty sure that remembering would be worse.

Three Months After Chronos Fell

I’m alone in my room inside of the… wherever they’re keeping me. They keep telling me that I don’t need to make every sound as though a cat were saying the words, but I don’t believe them. This is another one of Her tricks. I’ll stand when they tell me to stand, but I’m not going to stop meowing. I’m Silver’s kitty. Any minute now she’s going to rush in, huggle me into her lap, and everything is going to be better just like it used to be.

The Lady will probably help me forget all of this. Just thinking that sends shudders down my spine and makes my cunt clench. Mrrrrowr. I want to feel The Lady smoothing out my mind and helping me forget all of these human words they keep forcing me to say.

I don’t like their treatments.

“Dust is gone!”

The voice is frantic. I fall gracefully from my bed and crawl over to my door, leaning against it to try hearing more. Dust. I frown and scrunch up my face before making a quiet hiss. I don’t like Dust. She makes me all itchy and then my head gets itchy.

It’s worst when she starts smirking and laughing. She’s nothing like my Silver. My Silver is a kind owner who loves me!

“What do you mean she’s gone?!” A second voice. One of the doctors. I hiss again. I don’t like her.

Hearing her voice makes me think of spirals, and injections. I can remember her forcing me to dress and stare at how I look in a mirror as I say things like “I am Aniela.” Silver never called me Aniela. I’m her shadow kitty!

Mrow!

“She’s just gone! No one is on the tapes going in or out of her containment cell. One minute she’s there, curled up in the corner like a pouty teenager, and the next? Red light. She’s gone. No one has any clue how. It might be magic? We have a specialist—” One of the nurses tries to say something, but she gets interrupted. I miss not being able to understand complicated things. It was so much nicer being a kitty in Her really tall building!

“We had a dangerous, unstable metahuman in a specially ventilated room so she couldn’t turn into dust particles and escape, capable of controlling minds so easily with a delivery vector that once you realize it’s hit you there’s almost nothing you can do, and she’s just gone?!”

The doctor is mean. She says things like “you aren’t a slave” and “you should be learning how to make decisions for yourself!” She’s so… thoughtless!

She’d make a good kitty.

“Maybe we should tell Jade—” Poor pretty nurse. She tries to say something, but that mean doctor interrupts her. I try hissing through the door and even clawing at it with my nails but she doesn’t hear me. I wish I could do more to be helpful, but I’m just a kitty!

“Just because Jade was the one who told everyone about this Chronos mess doesn’t mean she’s in charge, understood? I’m the one in charge. Contact the specialists. We really should have had Clearview take the recruiters. Dust was a monster before Colloten got to her. Maybe that was how she chose them. She found monsters, and just made them better monsters?” The doctor laughs, and I frown, clawing harder at the door.

Silver is a recruiter! I remember her telling me about meeting that pretty redhead Psyche, or about how she recruited me! Silver isn’t a monster! She’s out playing Hero! She’ll be back any time now!

I close my eyes, and I can almost feel her stroking my hair. It feels so nice. With a lazy purr I start to stroke between my legs. It feels so good to be a simple, obedient kitty. My nipples tingle, and my cunt just keeps getting wetter and wetter. It makes it easier to forget my words, to feel simple and obedient just like a good tasty silver kitty…

I fall limp against the door and groan, mewing obediently as my pussy clenches so tight.

I’m Silver’s shadow kitty… her tasty silver kitty…

Three Months Before Chronos Fell

I was having a dream… something about chasing after butterflies. It’s already getting hard to remember, but it makes me wiggle to think about. I don’t know why. I don’t know a lot!

“Wake up, Shadow! Come on my little shadow kitten, mommy is finally home!” My eyes pop open and I pounce her back onto the bed. Silver! Silver is home! I nuzzle into her chest and purr as loud as I can, mewing and wiggling my hips so she can tell I’m happy.

I wish I wasn’t wearing the black, but I don’t know how to take it off! I just know that feeling more of mommy feels better than feeling less of mommy! I love when she rubs my body in all of the naughty places that get all sticky and mmm. Mrrrowr. I mew and nuzzle into her face. “Mrrrrrow!”

Silver giggles and runs her fingers through my hair before wrapping her arms around me and pulling me so tight. It’s nice being so close to my Silver. Silver always makes me feel soooo good…

“Awww… Mommy missed you too, shadow kitten! I promise, I’ll ask Her to not send me out for awhile. I’m… still… not quite one hundred percent after everything that happened, so she won’t let me go out without Dust watching over me anyway!” I frown when she says that name, the name of the mean lady with the itchies, but she just sighs and messes up my hair before kissing the tip of my nose. “Aww, she isn’t so bad when The Lady tells her to behave! She’s just a bit… You know… Dust. I promise, she’s been helping me a lot!”

Pouting meows don’t make Silver happy, so instead I kiss her lips and wiggle my hips against hers harder. Silver likes it when I do that.

Mmm between the legs of her leotard is getting all yummy warm…

“Oh my… MmMmm does my shadow kitten want her mommy to make her feel good?”

I nod my head and grin. “Mrrrroooooow!” Grinding against her harder makes us both feel better, and she quivers sooo sexylike. How could any kitten not want to pounce her and just grind and moan? If she never left, I might never stop!

Silver strokes along my shoulders, and presses in her nails before nice yummy sparks start to flow through all my tingly places. I grind harder, and mewl as she claws her way down to the black strip across my back. “I should get this off of you then, huh? Then maybe we could just let you… mmm would my kitten like some of mommy’s milk?”

“Mow! Mrow moooow!” I nod as frantically as I can. My eyes are already feeling fuzzy, and it’s already hard to nod as fast as I normally can, but I want that! I want that so bad! It’s so… need that…

“Good girl! Then let’s get this out of the way…” The black thingy pops open and she pulls it off of my body. I help her move it away, and then her hands are peeling out of the uniform she wears for Her.

Silver breasts are the prettiest breasts! Other breasts don’t shine like this, sparkle like this… I moan and nuzzle into the warm space between them, licking and purring as my hips wiggle faster all on their own. Mommy is here, and she’s going to let me have lots of her yummy hot warm sparkles! Nothing feels better to mommy’s shadow kitten than that! Nothing!

“Okay sweetie… here you go…” The tip of her nipple gets all shiny, and I don’t wait another second. I suck, and then I can’t stop sucking. Everything sizzles and tingles and squeezes around that hot feeling of sweet perfect silver. Everything becomes so much more amazing.

My eyes can’t stay open, and my lips couldn’t pull away if I wanted to. My hips are all stuck against hers, thighs shuddering and squeezing extra hard.

Only mommy can make me feel like this!

“OOoh… Yeah… j-just… just like this… You’re mommy’s pretty shadow kitty…!” Silver-mommy’s voice is all quivery and sexy. I think she likes it when I suckle almost as much as I do! It’s just so hard to be sure when it gets harder and harder to do anything besides feel that building yummy warm hot gooey bliss between everything!

I yowl as loud as I can, mewing around her nipple as mommy’s silver sparkies make everything go silver.

Everything feels… so… gooooood…

A Year After Chronos Fell

Silver Girl was back in Midas City.

It’s all I could think about as I flitted across the rooftops, shrouding myself in shadow as I moved through that very same darkness. My Silver was back in Midas City, and she was making a name for herself. I couldn’t imagine it was a name that She would have approved of, but that just made me like it even more.

Playing hero indeed.

I’d heard about the Syndicate’s auctions. Everyone had, but they were the sort of rumors like the moon being linked to a succubus’s pocket dimension or Omega Girl being an alien that you might ponder but don’t really get anything from investigating. Besides, even if she was an alien that wouldn’t be the first thing about River City’s finest that I would like to spend a little time investigating.

A flash of white caught my eye. It couldn’t be her, but it was. She isn’t wearing the same costume from the night she recruited me, but the costume that she was wearing when we met. It was chaste as a white costume can be. Pure.

Between her gray skirt and her white knee high boots you could barely see any of her legs. Her top was sleeveless, but it wasn’t screaming for you to stare at her cleavage either. She’s beautiful.

Another woman made her way up a fire escape. I moved closer, but not close enough to be noticed. That’s something a shadow was always good at: not being seen.

The other woman wasn’t someone I recognized, and yet… something about her expression, her stance, looked incredibly familiar. Thankful again that nothing She did interfered with my tattoos, I moved between the shadows, and made my way onto the roof hidden behind an air conditioner. I’d never been gladder for the continued spread of climate control.

My Silver’s smirk was audible as she spoke. “No. I’m Silver Girl. Right now…Patina… You’re just a vigilante who thinks she’s made her big break by finding out about what she thinks is a horrific conspiracy threatening the safety of Midas, or even the world.”

She didn’t sound like my Silver. That didn’t even sound like Silver Girl. I frowned and peered between her and the newcomer. She was dressed in a dark getup, but didn’t look particularly threatening for it. I wished I could tell why she felt so familiar, but resigned myself to the fact that if I hadn’t figured it out by then I wouldn’t without more information. Why would my Silver be caught up in some scheme against the world? Was that why she went missing?

She was never a very big name. The place she served as a waitress probably held the only people who noticed she was gone.

Besides me.

Silver Girl stepped closer to the other woman who crouched ever so faintly. Her hand was holding something attached to her belt. I should have interfered, but something held me back.

“We have so much support, Patina.” That name again. Patina. When she says it, my Silver’s eyes shine. I remember them shining like that when she called me her kitten. “We have so many resources. You’re outnumbered, and out gunned. If you don’t leave, it won’t matter what you know or what you think you know. You won’t be remembering it long enough to cause any damage.”

I clutched at the metal box of the AC and tried not to tremble. No. I hadn’t… No! I hadn’t gone so long missing her, yearning for her smile, to hear her sounding like this.

She sounded like… Her.

“You have a chance to finally make things right for yourself, and instead you twist it into some scheme? You’re not Silver Girl.” Just as my heart felt like it was about to shrivel up and shatter, Patina speaks. She might be wearing a mask, and her skin might be a very pale peach, but she reminds me of how my Silver sounded back when we were occasional partners.

“I am!” The other Sarah’s voice again sent the inside of me twisting and clenching in horrible ways. They had the same voice. I wasn’t exactly the same. There were subtle distinctions… Patina was clearly trying to sound tough while the “Silver Girl” was trying to sound intimidating, but I was too intimately familiar with her to not recognize the signs. My Silver versus… My Silver? A de-silvered silver?

The name Patina made more sense as a heroine alias knowing that she was my Silver without the sparkling skin.

“If you don’t leave, now, then you won’t ever leave. We always used to overestimate ourselves, but maybe this time one of us really is prepared to be worthy of it.” She’s lying. The Silver-Silver is bluffing. It’s the tone Silver would take when she was trying to convince me she could change The Lady’s mind.

She might have had a longer leash, but Silver was Hers just like the rest of us. Their relationship was lopsided. I didn’t understand how she couldn’t see that, but then I spent a year meowing so maybe I shouldn’t have criticized.

“All right then… Silver girl… You might have the silver skin, the silver eyes, the silver hair, and the silver sparks… but while you’ve been enjoying the light, I’ve learned to use the darkness.” Patina-Silver flicks her wrist, and throws something from her belt at Silver-Silver. Shadows. Darkness.

It’s like she was using me against my Silver. I was frozen in that moment, unable to move or think past what I was seeing. There were other people, other things that could control the shadows. I wasn’t even the only woman with my tattoos. It isn’t like I invented them myself. But seeing that so soon after hearing my Silver’s voice again for the first time in so long was something I wasn’t emotionally ready for.

It was like those dreams, of The Lady telling me that my Silver was never coming back home again no matter how patient I was.

I knew I had to move, to dash forward and pull Silver out of the shadow… but she wasn’t my Silver. The peach one was, but… she didn’t look like her. The Lady said she’d never go back to being peach again with how they’d trained her. How had that changed?

By the time I was ready to react, an arrow has buried itself into Patina’s shoulder. I couldn’t see her like that. I couldn’t see my Silver in pain. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t intervene.

The other her was still… her.

So I ran.

I wrapped my shadow around myself and moved from rooftop to rooftop as fast as I could. I needed to be home. I needed to splash water on my face. I needed to consider calling one of the counseling numbers they left me after I was deemed fit to return to society. I needed… something.

Instead I ended up naked in my shower, kneeling, letting the cool water trace rivulets along my tattoos. I don’t know what I hoped that would do, but I couldn’t do anything else.

The world seemed so big and scary, while I suddenly felt so tiny and small. I didn’t even feel like Silhouette. Aniela. I was just Aniela. I tried to remember Sarah calling me that, but I couldn’t.

Silver Girl was always so free with her real name since she couldn’t keep a secret identity to save her life. She often introduced herself to other heroes with her full name if there wasn’t a crisis. I admired that. She trusted people. She trusted me. We weren’t that close before I became her kitty. We knew each other. We worked together. I’d never volunteered my name, and she’d never thought to ask.

Aniela was impossible to say only in meows.

I spent the rest of the night crying in the shower, and then curling up in a tight ball at the center of my bed. No matter how hard I tried to get comfortable like a human… it didn’t work. It didn’t feel right.

Hearing Patina’s voice made me long for my Silver.

Hearing Silver Girl’s voice made me fear The Lady anew.

A Day After The Argentum Project Failed

I haven’t been able to go out on patrol. I can’t stop thinking of her. Then I turned on the news and there she was. Patina. “The Argentum Array was a plot by remnant elements of Chronos… a massive mind control plot. You’ll be hearing all about it from people much more eloquent than me soon enough! Come on, Aureus, let’s burn some rubber!”

Aureus stood beside her, shorter, curvy, and pretty. I couldn’t avoid sizing her up as competition. I wasn’t sure which of us would win. I’m tall, exotic tattoos, I control shadows, I was her kitten…

Aureus was made of metal and looked like a very fuckable statue.

I don’t want to compete with her. I don’t know what I want from Patina, Silver, whoever she is, but I know that I don’t actually hate Aureus no matter how much I’m jealous of the chemistry I can see between her and Patina. Sarah looks at her in a way she never looked at me.

There isn’t a Chronos support group. It’s been over a year. Everyone who ever cared has long since moved on. That said, it would probably be pretty easy to find Dust for a reunion.

At least, if those rumors are true about her new interest in entrepreneurship.

At the moment it feels like I’m the only one who was actually a victim in that building. I was a loner before Chronos. No one missed me. Silver… She was controlled to recruit me, but she wasn’t controlled to lovingly stroke my hair.

Out of nowhere a loud knock jars me out of my thoughts. Thankfully I decided to throw on a t-shirt and some sweats or this would be a lot more frantic than it should be.

“Just a second! Sorry, I wasn’t expecting any company!” I smooth out my hair and take a deep breath. Hopefully if I just believe hard enough that I don’t look like a wreck, then I won’t look like one.

At least my apartment isn’t a mess. Small, maybe. But not a mess.

I take another breath, and wrap my hand around the doorknob. Something tingles against the inside of my palm, wet and almost… viscous. For a moment I feel dizzy and grasp the knob tighter. My eyes cross for just a moment and then when I look to my hand there’s nothing there. It’s clean and dry, just like it should be. Of course it is, what would have gotten onto my doorknob, anyway? I’m probably just off my game, but I was already painfully aware of that.

Maybe this visit, whoever it is, will change that.

With a sigh I throw open the door. It’s late at night, so I don’t know what I was expecting, but a beautiful woman with long black hair, matching lips, strong features and… fishnets over her cleavage is definitely not in the top ten. She looks more elegant than a woman wearing fishnets has any right to be. Same for the… waist cincher? Her dress opens in front of her knees, flaring out only enough to show a hint of fishnet underneath before a pair of sexy, powerful boots with small blocky heels.

Her pose, even if only casually waiting, screams class. She looks like she belongs in an art exhibit, not standing outside of my apartment. Everything about her feels… powerful. Cultured, and powerful. Wherever she goes, she’s in control.

Unlike the last brunette I can remember with that sort of a personality, this woman doesn’t make my skin crawl. Instead she makes my thighs clench.

Mmm…

Oh, right. I’ve just been staring at this woman who showed up at my door out of nowhere without even saying a thing. I should probably fix that, but I can’t even bring myself to stutter. She’s so tall, and powerful. Her hair almost seems wet. Everything about her seems… more defined, more real than anyone I’ve ever seen.

That should worry me, but her presence is pleasantly disarming. I don’t even feel bad about opening the door before looking through the peephole. I just feel… glad to see her.

“Pleased to meet you, Aniela. Do you have a moment? I’d love to chat. I think you’ll be rather happy with what I want to discuss.” Her voice makes me quiver, as though she were pouring it right into my ear. Mmm it feels so good to have her words, her voice, sloshing around inside of me. I feel like I could lose myself in her and not regret it… b--but…

I’m probably not in a good place to be exposing myself to women like her right now.

Even if I want that so much.

Her heels won’t click like The Lady’s, but something about her feels just as dangerous. Still, I don’t get the sense that she wants to break my mind around three carefully chosen words, so I should probably try to relax.

Then it hits me that she said my name. I should be uncomfortable about that but I want a woman like this to know my name. She took an interest in me, tracked me down, and now she’s here. That she knows my name is flattering. I blush, for what feels like the first time in years. I feel a little young reacting like this even with her ageless quality that makes me feel pleasantly young but it isn’t… bad. It’s just different. Even still…

“I… I don’t think so. I’m sorry. I probably don’t want whatever it is you’re selling.” I close the door, and her boot stops it before it can slide shut.

Before I can finish inhaling to tell her I’m not afraid to call the police her hand is resting over mine as she speaks over me. Her touch is so warm and soft that I almost miss out on listening to what she starts to say. Everything about her is so alluring. “So you’re saying that you wouldn’t just love to see your darling Silver again? Because I think we both know that isn’t true, don’t we Aniela?”

My head swims as her hand squeezes around mine. A wave of dizziness flows over me, and I stumble faintly to keep my footing. Her hand is warm, but for a moment something where her skin meets mine feels almost… cool. No, not cool… wet. Wet like a smudge of… a smudge of…

“Did… did you say…”

“Silver. Yes. I could say more, but I imagine you might not want your neighbors hearing. I would have invited you to my not so humble abode, but something told me you would decline for… safety purposes.” Her hand squeezes mine as though her presence were clenching around my very sense of self and I shudder. “So I’m here.”

This is a bad idea.

But sometimes it feels too good to make bad decisions...

I guess that explains why I push the door open before waving her inside. With a slow nod she follows, closing the door behind her. Her presence is… seductive, like I’ve always known it someplace deep inside. Someplace so terribly receptive. I want to let her in…

“Make yourself at home…! I know this place isn’t much but… Feel free to sit wherever you’d like. I could get you something to drink…” I blink and allow myself a long pause as the dark haired woman makes her way over to my couch and smooths her skirt against her ass before taking a seat. “You know my name, but I’m afraid I can’t say I know yours.”

“Yana. Yana Ritter.” She watches me with a quirked up brow. Her look is intense, as though she’s watching for any sign of a reaction. When I just stare in confusion her expression changes into a lazy smile. “I see my reputation doesn’t precede me.”

I shake my head and grab up a few warrant wrappers to toss in the trash, righting things that look generally out of place. It doesn’t feel right to have a woman like Yana visiting with my place looking anything short of perfect. She’s like a princess… No. No, she’s like a queen. Her features are too mature, the curve of her breast too alluring for its fullness to scream princess.

I stand near the couch, uncertain if I should sit on the opposite side or not. She is such a powerful woman. Disrespecting that would be so many levels of wrong.

Now that she’s here I don’t want her to leave.

“Would you like a drink…? I don’t have much to be honest, just water, some diet cola, and I might have some—“

“No, no, I don’t need anything like that. You’re the one between the two of us with… unfulfilled needs.” She interrupts me, but what would seem rude with anyone else simply resonates with majesty. She doesn’t have time for me to waste with rambling. My thighs squeeze together tight as my eyes wander along her curves on their way back to her own eyes. Everything about her is so sexy.

The Lady has nothing on her. Even if she weren’t in prison and back at the top of her tower looking down at Midas City like the villain she was she would have nothing on Yana.

Jesse Colloten was only playing queen.

“Silver… you said Silver. You mean Sarah, don’t you?” I bite my lip, and try not to fidget. It’s oddly hard to keep a meow from my lips. Thinking of Silver scratching behind one of my ears has my vision feeling a little bit fuzzy around the edges. Nothing sounds quite as sexy as that.

Besides maybe Yana doing it instead. Silver made me feel good, but something tells me that Yana could make me feel paradise.

Dizzy… I shake my head to push the feeling away, but its warmth lingers. It’s almost like something wet moving through me and squeezing around me like liquid latex as it settles into place. The back of my eyes feel warm and fuzzy. It isn’t a bad feeling… and as it fades away it’s replaced with an odd certainty. About what, I’m not sure. I just know that Yana could make me feel like no other woman could ever hope to come close.

That’s something I knew the moment that I saw her though, so it couldn’t be that. Besides, she isn’t whispering secret words to open my mind, or flooding my brain with sparks. She hasn’t offered me any candy. She isn’t even filling the air with dust to slowly choke out my thoughts.

I’m just caught up in her presence like any woman would be.

She said something, but I was so lost in my own head. Just watching her is such a turn on. I couldn’t help it. “S-sorry Yana, I… what did you say?”

“I was just saying that a glass of water would be lovely. I’m not much of a drinker myself, except on special occasions. I don’t like to dull my mind. I prefer to be always sharp, always focused, always on task. I’m sure that you know the feeling.” She hoods her eyes, and teases with a little wink.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!

“O-of course. I’ll be right back, Yana.” I move towards the kitchen, and shudder at a familiar slick warmth between my legs. Doing what she wants feels good. Being what she wants feels good. If this is any indication, I want more opportunities to please her.

She calls out to me as I get out a fresh glass, and I try my best to focus as intently on not spilling any water from the pitcher stored away in my fridge as I do on her voice. “Silver is back in town, but I think you know that. Just like the rumors about a fake Silver Girl, an impostor Sarah LaSilvas, have been floating around if you know the right places to listen… but Sarah is here. She’s just going by Lucia.”

Yana pauses just long enough for the effect of what she says next to hit home as hard as it can. “Lucia Colloten, to be precise. What a name, mm? I can’t imagine where she got it from. Well, I lie. I can’t imagine she got that from LaSilvas, and I know for a fact it isn’t her mother’s maiden name. But we both know where she got it from, don’t we?”

My grasp slips, and I pour plenty of the water over my counter before realizing it.

Lucia Colloten.

Is she still The Lady’s puppet? There’s no way. Jesse Colloten is locked away. I saw how Patina was acting. Patina wouldn’t be trying to stop an impostor Silver Girl if she was still working for The Lady. She’d be trying to recruit her. But she sounded so much the same… was she an impostor at all?

I wipe down the glass before walking back into the living room and holding it out to Yana. “I can guess. I don’t know why she would, but I can guess.”

Maybe she doesn’t remember the times that The Lady would whisper those words and shut her off like a robot with its off switch being flicked. Maybe she doesn’t remember the times she would let Dust pretend to be her and command Silver like one of her own little dust bunnies. Maybe she doesn’t remember having her identity stolen and reshaped to serve that twisted woman’s every desire.

Maybe she liked it. Maybe she wanted to be controlled by her, just like a part of me wants to feel Yana telling me what to do.

I shudder, and shake my head to try controlling my libido. I’m so wet. Watching her as she takes a long slow sip from the glass, all I can do is hold my hands in front of me like some maid waiting for her next command. She said I was the one with the unfulfilled desires, but all I can think about is how nice it would be to fulfill hers.

That and the thought of my Silver still hungering for Jesse’s presence every bit as much as I’ve hungered for hers.

“How would you like to be reunited with her? Not tonight, of course.” She takes another sip. The thought of interrupting her pause isn’t even an option. I need to hear what she has to say. Interrupting that would just feel… wrong. “And after so long, what’s another week, or another month?”

“Right… What’s another month?” My thighs clench tighter. Just agreeing with her feels so pleasurable. So hot. The more I do what she wants, the better it feels.

I was right. Yana is so dangerous. It’s just so impossible to care when this feels so good.

“So, I’ve been watching her for some time. Sarah LaSilvas, that is. We’re… related, of a sort. More cousins than anything else, but still… similar. And the woman who left her as she is now, a pale shell of the woman she was when you knew her, is a woman I have very… strong ties with.” She says strong ties like she’d enjoy nothing more than burning that bridge down so it fell right on top of whoever this connecting woman is. Her eyes narrow, and she stares upset into the glass of water before taking a long slow drink. “But it isn’t as if this loathing isn’t entirely mutual.

“It’s amazing how easy it is to disappoint some people. They appear out of nowhere, tell you things you’ve always needed to hear, and then there’s nothing you can do to live up to their hopes. It’s unfair, really.” She sips again, before holding out a hand towards me and dancing her fingers in the air. “But you don’t need to remember I said that.”

As her hands move, I can feel something… move inside of me. Behind my eyes. It’s tight… wet… slick…

I try to reach for it with my shadows, but my eyes open wide as she wags her finger and I can’t do that. I can’t do anything to stop or slow this power that she has over me. She’s too strong. She’s too strong, and I want her too much. I want to feel this hold she has over me more than I want to understand it.

“Wh-what…” My question dies on my lips.

I know that I forgot something, but just what… I… don’t… know…?

She brushes away my question with a dismissive wave. “It really isn’t important. Just a break in my composure. I’m not perfect. Yet, anyway. Perhaps someday.” She grins, moving her fingers through the air and I need to kneel at her feet. I need to prostrate myself before her!

I fall to my knees, legs spread, back arched, panting as I stare up into her eyes. She takes another long slow sip before letting out a sigh. It’s a happy sigh that sends tingles along my clit. Yana is happy with me. Pleased. It feels so good to know that I’ve earned that. I made her happy. I gave her what she wanted. This feels even better than being reunited with my Silver could ever feel. I never want to leave her side.

“But anyway, as I was saying…? Oh right, yes. Your Silver is somewhat like a cousin to me. Her magic and my magic is the same, unlike the magic you’ve imbued yourself with.” Yana grins, and leans forward as her eyes trail along me. I clench and arch into her gaze as best I can. “Speaking of which… I want to see those tattoos. Strip. Now.”

She doesn’t snap her fingers to hasten me, but she doesn’t have to. I want to rise to the occasion! My hands move so fast that they feel like a blur to me as my shirt ends up across the room, and my pants soon follow behind. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor before stepping out of my panties. The only thing hiding away every last square inch of my pale skin are elaborate black tattoos that don’t dominate my body, but tease their way near every place they don’t overtake.

I remember when I first got them. I was so eager to gain the power of the shadows to do so much good in the world. I knew if I could bend the shadows to my will, move through the shadows, be a part of that magic, I could make real change.

Now I want those shadows to be Hers. I want to be Hers. Yana’s shadow. I’d even betray Silver for a chance to be Yana’s shadow.

Somehow I resist my pussy’s call and keep my hands at my sides as I fall once again to my knees. Her eyes memorizing my every curve, staring at the place between my legs where my tattoos meet before moving back apart across my thighs makes me feel so slick. The way she licks her lips as she looks over my breasts makes me yearn to shove my nipples into her mouth. I want her. I want her to want me. That’s what matters to me most of all.

If she told me that betraying Silver was what she wanted, I would masturbate to the thought. If she told me that she wanted me to destroy Silver, I would slide my fingers through her hair and push her head into the water until Yana told me to stop.

If she told me to stop.

“Mmm. Yes. Very different than my own magic, but that just makes it more enticing. You know where our bloodlines come from, most people would look down on magic like yours? It’s still just as magic. It’s certainly… compatible…” She gestures for me to rise with a finger, and I do. Her hand reaches out, tracing black nails along my tattoos before dark black ink pours from her fingertips.

My eyes widen on their own. Ink. So much ink is pouring from her, but it only drips over my skin for a moment before it sinks inside of me. I can feel it… twining with my connection to shadows, bonding over them, embracing, chaining… leashing…

So much ink… As my lust slicks my thighs, it feels more and more like it’s because I’m overflowing with so much of her hot, powerful ink. I want to feel more of her power. I want to be so full of this ink that I have more of her ink than I have Aniela, far more than I ever had shadows. I want her to claim me for her own!

“Oh yes, so very compatible. But they’d tisk about it being a parlor trick. Like a girl wearing high heels to appear taller… Someone putting on airs they don’t deserve. They don’t understand that power is power, no matter how you acquire it. Being born to power makes you complacent. Weak. You and I understand that you can’t afford to be weak.” She strokes up along my body, and takes my breasts in her hands before kneading them both so hard that I scream. “Isn’t that right, my ink filled Silhouette?”

“Yessss!” I scream as her ink flows into my body like a waterfall into an open mouth. My every pore seems to drink it in like it’s starving for more and more of her. I can feel it pushing its way into my nipples, making my breasts tingle and throb with erotic heat as the ink delves deeper and deeper.

There’s no way there’s enough room inside of me to fit so much ink. It’s like Dust’s… dust… Filling me, washing over me, drowning me, making me float downstream on her hot powerful ink.

I want it. I need it. It’s everything I’ve been craving for longer than just the past year. It’s everything that I never knew I wanted and more. Yana is my erotic savior! “C-claim me! Take me! Please, Yana!”

She laughs, and the sound of her pleasured laughter feels like ink flowing wetly over my clit. I’m too dizzy to be sure if it really is, or if I’m just imagining it. “Mmm, and I am doing just that, Aniela. Silhouette. You see… I do want to reunite you two. I want you to meet Silver again, and when you do…”

Her hands move from my breasts up to my shoulders. She pushes me down hard onto my knees, and I cry out in bliss at the chance to be powerless to her in such a physical way. It isn’t even a choice to fall under the force of her pushing. My body yields, as does my mind.

Yana’s clothing, so black, so wet, shifts. The slit in her dress slides higher, and the black inky texture of her panties withdraws to reveal her pussy. I’m salivating out of control.

My tongue is already reaching out for her as her fingers slide through my hair. She yanks me forcefully, and I scream in bliss at the sharp pleasurable pain as I taste her. Ink and nectar flow over my tongue and down my throat. Every movement of my tongue feels like it’s rubbing more and more ink over my mind, making me less and less my own, and instead more and more hers.

This is what I want. This is what I need!

“When you do…! Mmmm… When you do, my little Silhouette, I want you to be her lifeline! You’ve… Mmm… Needed her for so long, and she’s been off finding herself… Some desperate attempt to justify her existence and come to grips with the twisted woman she’s become…” Yana groans, and pulls my hair tighter. I scream against her sex, but my tongue doesn’t stop moving against the folds of her sex. Not for a moment. “Mmm! I’m going to give her a chance… Mmm to be honest about what she wants, about who she is, about what she’s become… Mmm but she’s going to decline… And then I am going to break her. I’m going to piece by piece take away the little support group she’s made for herself…

“I’m going to take away the golden woman that she thinks she loves…! MMmm! I’m going to take away Mystic, that… Oooh… Psychic she looks to when things threaten the mind… That Doctor Raine that she longs for even after she settled for the imitation… Oooh… Her little informant… She’ll have no one to help her… And then… she’ll find you…!” Yana screams, and so much thick ink pours past my lips.

Eager to feel more of her power over me I suckle it down as hard and fast as I can. If I concentrate I can feel the words inside of it. Words like “Yana’s slave” and “Hers” that stain me deeper than the whitest blouse covered in chocolate.

“MMmmm you’re going to be the lifeline she needs, the hope that she can still pull through! You’re going to seem like the only one she can trust, a piece of her… MMmm… a piece of her old life back to help her conquer a new challenge… and then you won’t be there! When she needs you… Mmm you won’t be there. Maybe you’ll deliver her back to me, it depends… Ooh… on how things play out. Then she’ll see you, and her lovely mother so full of my ink… and the last bit of her resolve will snap!”

The more cruel her words become, the more she whispers what horrible things she wants to do to my Silver’s mind, the more my pussy squeezes and clenches as though it could squeeze around the idea and cum from the concept of her pleasure at Silver’s fall.

I cum suckling on Yana’s pussy and dreaming of playing the role Yana wants me to play. I want to be the false light of hope that is a shadow just waiting to choke all the light out of her. I want to be the chance she takes that destroys her! I want to be Yana’s knife, stabbing deep into my Silver’s back so the last of her belief in herself finally quiets and dies.

“MMmm… Your thoughts are so perfect, my little shadowslut. Such a perfect little Aniela. Mmm it’ll take a bit of time to set up everything just so. I have an entertainer that I want her to meet first. Have her fail on her own… then her golden woman… Mmm then the dominoes fall from there. Her mother should get my letter soon…” Yana’s cunt tastes so perfectly of irresistible domination. I never had any chance to resist. The second she slid her ink through the lock of my door I was fated to be her helpless little shadowslut.

I suck and suck and suck until she finally pulls my face away and collapses back onto my couch with a groan. As she releases my hair I slump powerlessly down to my knees and savor the weak feeling of my legs sliding apart as my eyes struggle to focus. They feel like they’re floating in ink.

Fuck yessss…

“But don’t worry, I’m sure we can find some fun ways to keep you occupied. Maybe I could introduce you to Susan… I’m sure that she’d just love to get to know you! Or maybe Alyssa. Perhaps both… Only a shame there likely won’t be time to have my three inklings have fun with you, the doctors, the informant, and my lovely antagonist’s mother until after I flood the city with ink.” Yana sighs, slowly shaking her head. “But there’s no avoiding it! We’ll need to make do with the reality we have until I can make it do as I desire.”

“Mmm I want to help you, Yana. I want to give you that reality.” I nuzzle up against her leg, and watch with fascination as her panties form back over her flushed netherlips. It absorbs her lust and the extra ink sticking to her thighs.

Yana is so powerful.

She nods slowly as her nails slide across my scalp in a familiar rhythm. It’s the same rhythm Silver used. My eyes flutter shut as I let out a dreamy sigh. “You will, dear. You will. Of course, to stop a super heroine, I can’t just be Yana Ritter. I have to be a supervillain. So until we’re done with Lucia Colloten, with Sarah LaSilvas… You have a new name to call me.”

Her nail presses right between my eyes, and so much more ink flows inside of me. She doesn’t need to do it. I can feel that… she already has so much ink and she could twist it inside of me from so far away. It isn’t about that. It never was.

My owner’s name is Quillspawn. Reborn from her own ink, my owner is going to rewrite the world and make it the perfect story. I am her character, and I exist to please her, to satisfy her every whim… I am hers, more than I was ever mine. My identity, my thoughts, exist for her to rewrite. Nothing makes me feel quite so alive.

I scream as her truth bursts through me, making me soak into the carpet as I wiggle and shudder against her leg. Quillspawn. My owner is Quillspawn. Yesssss!

“I would hate to be accused of failing to grasp the genre I’m in. That would just be… Embarrassing, wouldn’t you say?” I nod on instinct. I’m not an empty vessel to just parrot her actions. She fills me with opinions, drives, and desires to act out. I’m just so aware of what I am, and I love it. I want it. I need it.

Nothing has ever been perfect as the shortest moment as her slave.

Silver never did this for me.

“Mmm you understand the genre perfectly, owner. You are Quillspawn… Mm born from ink. Powerful ink, ink that now owns my shadows. I’m your character to rewrite…” I sigh and kiss her knee as I nuzzle and wiggle closer into her soft skin. Everything about her feels so good.

Quillspawn laughs, and I feel her pleasure vibrate through every drop of ink inside of my helpless body and mind both. “Perfect! Mmm perfect… You never really stood a chance, but the game of it, making it into an interesting story, giving you a chance to struggle, to consider the choices you’re making, those moments of hesitation that give way to desire… That’s what really makes this the story that it is, my inky Silhouette.

“Anyone could steal your mind. Anyone could make your body their plaything. The Lady did that. Those doctors in the facility who ‘treated’ you did much the same in their efforts to make you better. But none of them understood the flow of your life, the foreshadowing that screams your fate is to be an obedient little pet to a powerful woman.” Quillspawn sighs.

Contentment sounds so perfect drifting from her lips.

“But that’s all right, Silhouette. I saw all of those signs. I understand what you were written to be. Mine. And that’s just what you are.”

I purr against her leg as she scratches behind my ear. I even meow, and savor how it feels to be someone’s pet. I’m finally the pet of a powerful woman who doesn’t need to struggle against my identity to make me be who and what she wants. There will never be needles or newton’s cradles or fingers desperately using my own body’s pleasure to make me a slave.

Quillspawn has her ink weaved through the very core of my being.

What The Lady had was pitiful compared to that.

I focus on making my last thoughts before I drift into a lazy slumber imaginings of Silver’s horrified expression as the hope dies in her eyes. That’s a gift I’m all too eager to share with my so powerful owner.