The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Mmm . . . Mmmmrow?” The sound half pulls me out of a dream, but I can’t even remember where I was. There was a sticky pool . . . velvet sheets . . . “Come on Silver . . . You need to wake up . . .” Apparently, Silhouette was not part of the dream, and all of that . . . all of that happened.

My eyes pry themselves apart on their own. I mind fucked Silhouette. Olivia is in a coma or worse just a matter of blocks away, and I was trying to pretend that my shadow’s couch was a time machine. The sound of my stomach twisting in the realization of my stupidity is not an unfamiliar feeling. That doesn’t mean that it’s not just as painful as it was the first time, maybe more.

Her tongue slides along my cheek, and I pull back sharply. This is not a good situation. “I’m awake Silhouette, I’m awake . . . Not quite sure if that’s for the better or not, but I’m awake . . .”

“Well we’re not going to stop Quillspawn sleeping with my lips sealed around your nipple until you can’t manage to stop popping those sparks out anymore.” Her voice sounds melted and satisfied in that way women always look in the movies before they ask for a cigarette. I’ve never been one to care for the things myself, but I could go for one about now. Then again . . . instead, I just make a few sparks in my forehead and mewl as the pleasure brings reality more into focus.

“Yes, but I still have no idea how we’re going to manage that. When I used my sparks to feel inside of her I could feel that at her core her own ink stops anything from really opening a back door into her mind. Unless we can make her stop the parasite, I don’t know how else . . .” Shrugging, I try standing, and blush as I remember my suit’s current condition.

It’s not as if Silhouette never saw me naked before, but it feels different without at least one of our minds fried. At least my suit is still clinging to me from the waist down. Wow, I must have been sparking a lot, because my skin already looks so much closer to how it did before, and my hair . . . is just a shade off.

I’m going to need a wardrobe change. I know who has my old Silver Girl uniform, but visiting her apartment might be a death sentence for my sentience. That option will stay shelved for now.

Silhouette stretches long and slow next to me on the couch and purrs subtly as she does. “Well, she inked you, right? You seem to still be a lot more cognizant than you should be, considering what you told me happened to Aureus. Your powers actually came back instead of being suppressed. Maybe the key to saving the others affected, at least those who have some sort of supernatural ability, would be to try and open a conduit between yourself and that ink. If you could defend yourself from it, maybe you can fight it off.”

“That is a very good idea. The only problem is that if we’re wrong it sort of makes it so we don’t get a retry from another angle—unless I can fight off her ink twice. It might have been the fact that her ink was unprepared to deal with my sparks . . . after all, before it slithered into me, I was just Patina.” Still . . . Silhouette is right. We need to know more about how my sparks react with Yana’s ink.

“No matter what angle we take, stopping Quillspawn is full of risk. We could try working together in the actual process. Every time you’ve used your sparks I’ve felt my own shadows grow more intense. If we both moved our powers into a mind at once . . .” Inside of her there was no way to deny that her shadows grew stronger the longer that my own light filled her.

My sparks felt the same exact way. Maybe I’ve been treating my powers a little too electrical for my own good. It is mystical even if it can make a toaster turn into a paperweight the few times I ever used it like that . . .

Then again . . . “Silhouette, when have you ever used your shadows inside of someone’s mind? I didn’t know they could do that?” It is a bit suspicious, but I trust her. She let me spark her.

I could have done anything but she made herself that vulnerable anyway. You can’t lie with that much silver coursing through all of your nerve endings. It just doesn’t work. If anyone could pull it off it would probably be her, but I just . . . I didn’t taste that inside of her. Maybe I’m putting too much faith on my abilities but my gut is agreeing with me on this. If there’s anything worth trusting it’s your own instincts.

If my own instincts aren’t worth trusting then I may as well give up now. There are a lot of hard choices to be made, and I need to make them quicker than I used to. Taking that risk on Olivia’s mind is starting to sound better and better. Maybe then she’ll be more open to forgiving . . . yeah.

“My power is the magical control over shadows. Creating shadows that affect reality and creating shadows that affect someone’s mind aren’t all that different.” Her lips curl, and a shadow covers her lips making them look ethereally black as she speaks. “Of course, Windy was the one who figured out that I had that capability . . . I haven’t used it too much but it’s come in handy a few times, almost as handy as the trick that had you jumping off a building.”

“Hey . . .” It feels like all of the blood in my entire body relocates to my cheeks. That memory feels so fresh in my mind. I was trying to recruit her, and it looked like she fell off of a building. Of course I was going to dive after her . . . even if it was just an illusion.

Windy is good at finding that kind of application for any ability. Those machines she used must have helped but I never would have thought to use my sparks to overload a mind before she told me it was possible. Windy had mentioned that machine was helping to stabilize my powers . . . maybe that’s why I’ve had difficulty using my powers without them getting a mind of their own; I’m used to them working a lot more easily. I need to use them sparingly in tight situations, especially if I start using them to the point of exhaustion again.

If Silhouette’s pleasure hadn’t naturally overloaded us both to sleep I’m sure that I would have been sparking her until that feeling of intense cold and then . . . To be honest, I never tried to spark during that feeling, but it just always felt like the stupidest idea in the world. It was a lot like the feeling you get when you’ve been carrying heavy things too long, and your arms feel tired down to the bones.

Having my sparks back also means that I don’t need to worry about my pills anymore. I’m going to keep the pendant if only as a keepsake, but . . . a part of me is a little worried about carrying anything of Lida’s around while knowing she’s not too happy with me.

“Just making a point. I’m all for subterfuge but I didn’t decide to take Chronos’s teachings nearly as far as you did.” She winks, and the shadows fall away from her lips. “We might need to face the possibility that taking down Quillspawn through mental assaults may not work. We might need to do something more . . . physical, maybe even more permanent.”

“Only as a last resort! For all we know . . . doing that will just trap everyone infected by her ink in unending comas. I don’t want to take that risk . . . But you do know more about magic than I do . . . so . . . I value your input, a lot, but I don’t want to kill anyone. This is about justice . . .” Even anti-heroines have limits. It’s what makes us cool and not just another bad guy thinking they’re doing good for the world by being evil. “So if in the end, all else has failed, yes, I’ll consider the possibility. Not before.”

Silhouette nods and while I can tell she understands she has the look of someone looking at a very naive child. Can’t I hold on to some of my innocence at least a little longer? Is it that much to ask?

I stretch my hands up over my head and yawn. “The best option we have right now is probably to test out your theory. We really don’t have anything else to go on, and if we can get any of my friends back on our side it would definitely make things easier. Olivia is the closest. We can start with her.”

“Sounds good to me.” She smiles a faint bit more before wrapping her shadow around herself. “And it’s not as if I want to kill her either, I’m just saying, if that doesn’t work . . .”

“If it doesn’t work, I have a feeling that something will present itself. I know that’s a silly way to go about things, but . . . I have the feeling that there’s something I’m forgetting that could give us an edge on her. Something she wanted, something about her powers . . .” I pull the suit back over my body, and then zip it back up. The sparks I make in my fingertips still don’t bounce back, so I really was at least seeing everything clearly. It still makes me want a wardrobe change, but for now, this is as good as anything. The mask feels a little over the top, but I tie it into place anyway.

The shadows around Silhouette seem to quiver as they take a more solid form as if they were a dark cloud turning to ice. “It’s not the worst way, and at least you’re not running to take her on face to face in some climactic duel.”

As we leave, I resist the urge to mention that the thought had crossed my mind.

We wouldn’t even need to ride Sylvia but I don’t want to leave her behind. The odds of there being anyone else out there keeping tabs on me in a good way are very low. No one else is going to stop her gas tank from being full of ink. There’s not a lot I can do to make sure it doesn’t happen, but keeping her close seems like the best idea I can come up with even if it’s not really anywhere near perfect.

When things feel perfect it’s generally a sign that you’re overestimating yourself or underestimating someone else. The Domina’s turning of the tables on the Argentum Array drove that one home.

There aren’t any ink slicks on the way there or in the parking garage. Either Quillspawn isn’t concerned with us at the moment, or she’s being more subtle about it. If her ink is at all like my sparks then I have a feeling as soon as I get near Olivia she’ll know right where we are and everything happening around her anyway. This is a risk, but it’s not an uncalculated one.

Yana would be proud.

“One other thing is bothering me, Silhouette. When Quillspawn introduced herself with that name, she made it perfectly clear that she’d used her own ink to make herself what she is today. I’m the last person whose going to forgive her for that, but . . . You know all of this mystical lore stuff better than I do. If she’s actually rewritten herself with this ink, could that have any unforeseen side effects? If we can find out a flaw in that, then we can find a flaw in her and exploit it. Right?” It’s not exactly light conversation, but it comes to mind as we ascend the stairs.

My shrouded companion just shrugs. “If she rewrote herself then any error in her writing could have created a weakness. Practicing magic when you’re not in the strongest mindset is not a good idea, so her mind might have been damaged by the process. That doesn’t really tell us how to fix it . . . or even if that would be a good idea. Did she say anything that struck you as especially telling?”

“She told me the story of Dorian Gray.” I slide the silver key into the lock, and silently pray that the keyhole isn’t going to overflow with ink that will somehow bring me to my knees, washing away my sparks and make me deliver silhouette to Quillspawn without a second thought. When it doesn’t happen, I turn the key and hope that opening the door won’t bring about that result either. “She loves to hear herself talk that’s for sure. Corruption seemed to be a very fascinating topic to her. The loss of morals, self control, and being stuck on a path fated to bring about the follower’s end . . . but I may be reading too much into it.”

The door opens without a hitch and everything is just like I left it, including Olivia. She’s still lying on the couch even in the exact same position. It’s a wonder she doesn’t get bedsores every night with how little she moves. Maybe I should roll her over . . .

Her features don’t have that darkened quality that everyone else gained after the ink soaked into them. Yana’s mirror showed everyone else from Mystic to my mother gaining a sort of darkness to them, but Olivia doesn’t show it. She just looks like she’s sleeping peacefully. She’s not even having nightmares – not that Olivia ever mentioned getting those very much. Still . . .

Silhouette steps closer to Olivia and I close the door behind us. I make another inspection of the room from just inside of the doorway. Nothing looks amiss or touched or moved out of alignment at all. When nothing has happened things shouldn’t feel amiss.

Careful to spare a glance everywhere I can I make my way over to the two of them. Shadow covered fingers slowly slide over Olivia’s forehead, and her expression twists for just a moment before returning to the very model of serenity. Silhouette’s face twists in confusion as she slides a fingertip in some sort of pattern, making small shadowy rune like symbols appear as she does.

As soon as she finishes with the motions, the marks pulse . . . and then sink through her forehead. Olivia whimpers, and then silences again. “That’s odd . . .”

“What’s odd?” I want to slide my fingertips over her forehead and feel inside of her mind with my light, but it may be a bit quick. Silhouette is the expert in these matters. Just because I’ve done fairly well in previous encounters with witches and similar ilk doesn’t mean I know enough about magic ink.

“Well . . . She’s fine. The ink is there, but . . . To be fair, I haven’t gotten a chance to observe anyone I knew for sure was infected and modified, but it seems like the ink in her mind is just lying dormant. It seems to be latched to something very strong and metallic in her head, but it’s not actually in control of her.” Silhouette pulls her hand back and blinks several times. It looks bizarre for a woman wrapped up in shadows to be so confused.

Carefully I reach down and grab Olivia’s shoulders before giving her a hard shake. She doesn’t react. Her body moves, but she doesn’t make any motion to stop me or wake up. All of her motions are involuntary. “Then why doesn’t she wake up? Should I try sparking her awake?”

She shakes her head but doesn’t answer aside from that. Her hands pull back, and she draws a shadowy symbol in the air before whispering something I can’t hear, and the symbol pops in a burst of shadow. All of Olivia’s body pulses in the exact same shade as the shadow and her face twitches slightly but she still doesn’t really respond.

“Hmm . . . It seems like the only reason she’s still asleep is a separate compulsion from the ink in her mind. My magic isn’t working, but you can always give her a spark, I just wanted to make sure first. Still . . . it’s very strange. It hasn’t taken control of all of her, it’s just around that one part of her mind . . .” That must mean that Quillspawn’s ink is in control of Olivia through the gold that makes her into Aureus. I don’t even know all that much about how her powers work. Untwining something from it might be really dangerous.

Mystic mentioned before that she wasn’t able to discern all of what was in Aureus’s mind because of the gold twined with it. When she melted it away and turned back into cute Olivia, she didn’t have that problem anymore. The gold must have still been visible, but pulled back, sheathed.

If that’s the case then . . . the ink might just be pulled back too. If that’s true then I don’t know why. Why not control her completely? Why hold back a punch like that? She already let me know that she has ink inside of just about everyone I care about. Why wouldn’t she be using it to her advantage? I hardly see how not using her power is an advantage.

Still, I have to wake her up. If any part of her mind is free of Quillspawn’s influence we might actually be able to use the ink to our advantage. It would be dangerous, but it might end up being worth it.

“Then stand back. I’m going to give it a shot. If I start wigging out or acting strange, anything besides just a usual silver reverie, clock me. I don’t think I can spark when I’m unconscious.” Silhouette nods and steps back. Considering how often I used to do things like this, it feels strange to add a feeling of ceremony and nervousness to it. This is just like any other time I’ve used my sparks, it’s just a little bit more precarious. That’s all. It’s nothing big.

Slowly I lean down and melt my lips into Olivia’s forehead and start to let the current flow. Her body starts to shudder. I can feel her body starting to tense as the connection grows. It’s dark inside of her mind, like someone turned off all of the lights and bundled her up inside of it. It wasn’t what Silhouette did, it feels like an after effect of the stickiness that I can taste in the back of her mind but I stay away from.

I can feel her reacting, reaching out for me . . . each time she tries the darkness tries to close around me, but just like when it was Silhouette’s shadow, that only makes my sparks shine brighter. The bonds keeping her trapped in sleep start to crumble apart and when I hear her whimper it’s from her lips and not her thoughts.

She’s breaking through the sleep, I can feel it . . . but I can also feel something else. I can feel every small part of her body stretching and fluttering, trying to wake up through all of the dream fog that was wrapped so tight around her. I can feel each little bit of her waking so clearly, so intensely, almost like I’m waking up with her. I can feel the couch through her body, so soft and shaped to her form from having lain there for so long, every little texture of it so deeply memorized by her body. I can even taste the warm feeling of awakening in a familiar happy place.

It never occurred to me how many things someone feels every moment and doesn’t pay it any mind at all! I can feel the texture of her clothing, restrictive but soft, as she tries to stretch more. I can taste the saliva in her mouth. I can hear the muffled sounds her ears can’t quite understand but are trying to so desperately. All of her senses are so alive! Every small little part of her is feeling something!

I can feel my sparks sizzling inside of her body, and tasting the gold in her mind, tasting the sweet, luxurious taste of surrender, the knowledge that at any moment obedience is just a whispered thought away. It feels so good to feel my sparks being twined with ink, and that ink following the sparks up into me. It feels sooooo good to know that all She has to do is think my name and she could douse me in ink, coat me in her dark thick seductive power . . .

Nothing has ever felt as good as losing my self to the ink . . . Surrendering to the ink . . . Ready to betray anyone, everyone, all for the ink, for Her, all of it for Her and nothing or no one else.

Moment my moment it just gets stronger . . . I can feel it . . . All She needs to think is the name Olivia and I’ll be there . . . I’m just a part of Her . . . I’m just a part of Quillspawn . . . She is everything, so perfectly, so completely . . .

When the time is right, all I have to do is just let the gold flow over me, let the ink flow over me and everything, everything will fall into place . . .All I have to do is stay here, asleep, buried in the ink while an illusion of me pretends to be in control, pretends to be unsure why anything is as it is . .. and then I’ll come forth when the ink melts over me, when the gold turns into a dark amalgam of ink and metal . . . and I bring her Sarah . . .

Reality floods back to me like a fist slamming into the back of my head.