The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. This week has been so . . . unreal. Tonight the only thing that I can do to center myself is to ride my sweet silver Sylvia about ten times faster than I should. Something needs to go right soon, or I might just go insane. It would not be the first time that I’d lose my mind but I think it might be the most profound.

Even feeling the motor under me and the wind around me isn’t really helping me calm down like it usually does, it’s just making me feel a little less lost in a chaotic sea of despair and rage.

It started when Olivia brought home those tickets for the poetry reading . . . no. No, it started before that. It all started to go down hill when I found out that Emerald and Ember weren’t going to go to jail because there was no way to prove which of their actions were their own and which were those being forced upon them by The Domina’s extensive programming. It didn’t matter that they could be traced back to any number of reliably diabolic villains. They could have been controlled into being evil for that context, so they had to go free.

It’s taken every part of my self control not to hunt them down and dole out some of my own hypnotic justice. Ember deserves so much for what she did to Pandora, and Emerald . . . To be honest, I don’t have any reason to hate her besides that she was there on the Argentum Array, but it’s enough for me.

The Domina was from the future. She wouldn’t have gone after a group of well rounded, justice minded individuals unless they were the only ones capable of fulfilling her plans. She chose them because she knew that she could rely on them to be as depraved and uncaring of the law as she was. Sometimes I wonder if I feel more comfortable on the right or the wrong side of the law, and right now . . . I couldn’t tell you.

I just know that you don’t try and build a ray gun to turn the entire world into your personal playground just because the law turned your owner, lover, and mother all in one into a vegetable. You do if you’re me, apparently. That thought hasn’t stopped haunting me . . .

That’s not all of it though, that’s not even what’s actually driving me mad. That was just the prelude. If I’d known that at the time I would have ignored it, but I was stupid . . .

Truly, my gift for being oblivious to upcoming hardship is almost as impressive as how I actually managed to save the whole world without losing my mind. It got close a few times, but I actually managed to keep my head more or less screwed properly onto my shoulders for an entire crisis. What happened with Aura doesn’t count, and what happened in my dreams doesn’t count . . .

It really started getting bad after Olivia and I went to a poetry reading. The poet was nice enough. She even flirted with me before she started a spout of impromptu poetry. The only problem was that she also had the lovely idea of using her poetry to melt me into a mindless stupor and pull me away from Olivia to go and record fucking my mind out. She actually made me masturbate myself into the light on a camera . . .

Aureus saved me. Olivia saved me. If she hadn’t been there at just the right time to deck that poet like the worthless bitch she was I would have been delivered to . . . someone . . . inside of a life size action-figure package.

I would give anything to know just who I was going to be delivered to. I would have interrogated the bitch myself but after Aureus knocked her down onto the floor this black substance melted out of her and . . . I was scared. Okay, I’ll be honest, I was terrified. Aureus had to smash the camera so that I could even think for myself again.

So we actually called the cops. We did the right thing for once, and we even had evidence! The bitch had filmed the whole thing to masturbate to later or I don’t know, but we had proof that she’d twisted my mind and had every intention of giving me to someone as if I were just a toy.

But once again, oh once a-fucking-gain, there was evidence that her mind had been tampered with. In fact, she couldn’t even remember anything about that day or over the past week. She cried when they told her the date she was so scared, and even seeing her so pitiful, I couldn’t feel anything but complete disgust and rage. Another woman got to twist around who knows how many minds and get away with it just because her mind had been twisted into it once.

There was proof that she’d done it before, even before that week, but oh she already had her way out of it. She couldn’t remember ever doing it. She was released on the condition of seeing a special therapist to help with her “memory problems.”

Even The Poetess’ arresting officer agreed with me that it was absolute baloney but that there was nothing he could do. His arms were tied, and if I got any more involved, my wrists would be cuffed.

Despite the fact that I chose to yell several choice four letter words at him as Olivia dragged me out in that way she only can as Aureus, I did respect his position. I didn’t respect what he was forced to do, but I could respect that if he did anymore he’d lose his job and ruin his life forever. It’s just so sweet that the law doesn’t care how many other lives The Poetess could have ruined.

The wind around me is almost piercing, but I don’t slow down for a moment. I’m just wasting fossil fuels by this point but I don’t care. I’m angry, and I’m terrified, and I’m confused. The night before I met The Poetess, I’d seen a dark figure, but then . . . there’d only been a black puddle where she’d stood.

That black puddle looked so much like the one I saw after Aureus took down my rhyming rival. I should have tried to figure out more about it. I should have called up every information broker from here in Midas to Zimbabwe, but I didn’t. I just sulked and raged because someone had gotten the drop on me again and it made me feel powerless and weak. I could have used it as a reason to toughen up and hunt whoever had used The Poetess, but no . . . Instead of acting like a heroine, or even an anti-heroine, I acted like an angst filled teenager.

I pushed the limits of driving Sylvia well beyond my limits, and even Aureus could barely stand how bratty I was acting. Brooding seizes to be the trait of a dark mysterious woman once she lets it endanger and ruffle the feathers of her partner.

Even after I realized what an idiot I’d been, I still let Aureus down. We encountered a woman who was using a sword that looked like a giant ballpoint pen, and Aureus wanted to try going head to head with her while leaving me off to think of a plan. Not only did I not think of anything better than a frontal assault myself, but by the time I dashed back onto the scene to save her she’d already had her suit torn and a cut on her forehead . . . all of the gold on her body was gone.

Olivia was still holding on to consciousness even though whatever that woman, “The Pen”, had done to her was making that nearly impossible and the last thing she said before she passed out was that she loved me. She loved me, and I’d failed her so horrifically that she’d ended up in a coma.

Two police officers had also been affected by whatever had been done to Olivia, so after I made sure they would be tended to I called up Mystic and dropped her off there.

I would have stayed as long as it took to fix her, but Mystic determined whatever was inside of Olivia was a mental parasite that could even spread to other hosts. There was nothing more that I could do for Olivia myself, so I rushed to the police to tell them what I’d discovered to make sure that the parasite didn’t leave any lasting damage inside the minds of the officers, and so it couldn’t spread like wildfire.

They told me that they would look into it, but I bought it as much then as I do now. I was sure they were brushing me off the moment that I walked through the door with a mask and no expertise outside of heroism and hypnotism.

It wasn’t easy to find out who the officers were or the hospital they were in. It took a good majority of the remaining hours of the night and even then I’m not sure that I did much good. They were convinced nothing was wrong. After they’d been looked over and left alone, they’d improved on their own. Feeling lucky to be alive the officers left of their own recognizance.

A red light makes me growl but I actually observe it. Traffic lights are one of the few parts of Midas City’s laws that I can say I’ve never had much of a problem with. They’ve been inconvenient but so far they’ve never let any hypnotic criminals off . . .

Something told me that trying to find those officers would be the worst idea I’d had all week up to that point, so I drove back to Mystic’s. Something seemed different about her, but I couldn’t place it. My mind was on fifty million places at once and I was too busy feeling sorry for myself and about as pitiful as possible.

Mystic told me that there was nothing she could do. The parasite wouldn’t respond to any method of extraction. It could have even been something that would require surgery. She promised she wouldn’t rest until she could find somewhere to get Olivia back to normal . . . but that for now I should just take her home and hope for a miracle unless I knew something better to do. Olivia hadn’t woken up or even shown signs of it since I’d left her.

So I took Olivia home. I did everything that I could think of. I whispered every trigger we’d made into her ears. I shook her. I splashed her with water. I yelled at her. She didn’t even move beyond to breathe.

If it was something physical I would have brought her to The Midas Touch for Gale to give a once over but Mystic had told me that even attempting any cures like that before she could get a hold of her resources would just increase the risk of spreading the parasite into new host bodies. Aureus wouldn’t want that. Mystic wouldn’t have said that unless she was certain.

At first she’d seemed so unwilling to accept such a spread, but by the time I’d gotten back she must have found something that convinced her otherwise. I’m sure if she’d tried to explain it I wouldn’t have understood half of the vocabulary anyway.

I would call Pandora, but something seems reactionary about immediately calling in the big fangs from Dolores. It’s not that I don’t want her help, but I can’t call her every time something happens to Aureus. Besides I’m sure that she has her hands full trying to keep her little underworld empire under a modicum of control. Some day I hope she can rise out of the seedy parts of that town, but until she does at least she’s made the place better than it was before she started doing anything.

Jade’s number is still programmed into my phone. I might still be a little upset about taking an arrow to the arm, but running away was stupid. She wasn’t trying to hurt me; she was trying to save me. She just didn’t know that there were two very distinctly different “me”s to deal with. Well, she did. She knew about The Domina, but she didn’t know that was the Domina. Jade didn’t even know I was in town.

All she knew was what the television was telling her. Silver Girl was back in Midas City and making up for lost time. Jade probably just wanted to help make sure that Silver Girl stayed that way this time.

If things really get that bad . . . I’ll call on her. I’ll call Jade that is, not Pandora. If another global threat unveils itself then I’ll call up Pandora without so much as a heartbeat’s hesitation but not for a local problem that I can clean up myself. I owe Aureus this much. She saved me from The Poetess. I should be able to save her from whatever happened to her . . . I have to find the way to bring my Olivia back . . . I can’t let her stay like this any longer than I have to.

Maybe I really am better off working alone. Every time I work with a partner or a group I just get them into more trouble. When Dust came with me to find Yanta she ended up pinked and processed into a slave. Pandora and Aureus were turned into enforcers for The Domina even if they didn’t get much of a chance to prove themselves in those roles. Amethyst wound up with The Domina . . .

Trying to get some advice, I even called up Valerie. Not that early in the night, or morning, but after I’d been pacing around in the apartment and then fallen asleep cuddled up to Olivia in hopes it would wake her up. It was plenty late enough in the day, but she wouldn’t answer her phone. Even my mom’s phone didn’t get me more than the answering machine, and I know that she had scheduled to take today off to try and clear her head . . .

At least that was what the letter she’d sent had said. It might not have been written by her but I think that’s a bit of a jump. I’m already feeling paranoid as it is without thinking about my mother and my other self’s lover being compromised. What would have done it? What could have done it?

I’m scared. I’ll admit it, I’m terrified. Everywhere I drive, no matter how far or how fast to try and outrun it, I keep seeing that black something out of the corner of my eye. Whenever I try to pursue it there isn’t even a puddle and it doesn’t go away if I just try to outrun it. Maybe I’m just hallucinating. Maybe it’s Mind Bore or Mourning Frost. Maybe I’m hallucinating because whatever happened to Aureus has already affected me.

Just knowing what’s going on would be soothing. You can’t fight what you can’t find and you don’t understand. Driving Sylvia and trying to pretend there’s no point to it when in fact it’s an attempt to find some trouble to distract myself from this problem isn’t working. There’s no trouble to find besides what’s already found me.

Somehow . . . that’s not a comforting thought.

With a sigh I decide to give up, and turn around to go back home. Maybe Olivia will wake up. Maybe a clue will find me like my trouble has. Maybe Alyssa will answer her phone, maybe . . . maybe something will happen. I’m not quite sure if it’s the situation that’s making me feel frayed, or the fact that it feels like whoever is orchestrating it is just waiting for the perfect moment to tell that oversized woman to hit her high note with gusto.