The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Aurora was suspicious of every green light. Getting back to Midas was a straight line, and she kept her single minded focus on tracing that line to the end. She’d expected an ink slick in the road at the very least. It hadn’t happened. She parked Aureus in front of her old home, taking a moment to stare at the key of her bike wondering if it would be best to leave it, keep it, or throw it in a random direction.

Logic and hope won. She tucked the keys away in her jacket as she approached the front door, and lifted up a piece of the broken pot before throwing the shard back down. The shattering sound was satisfying, but unnerving.

“I would have thought you’d have left it locked to crush my spirits! If you’re here, Yana, you’ve really let me down! This is beneath you!” Aurora glanced down to the silver spots on the rug and closed her teeth around her lip. She’d seen her mother bleed silver, but she’d also seen silver paint.

No one answered her. Cautiously, she stepped up to the couch, raising an eyebrow at the uneven cushions. Her stomach ached as she checked the fridge and caught sight of the frozen pizza. She reached for the plate before seeing the black olives. It seemed obvious, but was more than enough reason for the heroine to reconsider.

She continued deeper into her old home, stepping past her own bedroom for her parents’. It was undisturbed, everything just as she remembered it. A silver light caught her eye. Curiously, she examined the source: a silver statuette of Athena. Aurora remembered how happy Lida was when Sarah’s eyes had literally glowed at the sight.

Aurora held the figure in her hand, looking curiously into its eyes. Athena’s serene expression of grace and wisdom made Aurora ache to see her mother. “I wonder what you’d tell me to do. You wouldn’t tell me to run, but you probably wouldn’t be happy about me rushing into the thick of things with no clue what to do. Fuck, I’m so strung out and tired I’m talking to statues and wanting them to be you, Mom. Feel free to show up and give me a hard time. Please.”

She held her breath for a long moment, looking around for the telltale silver flash of her mother’s magic, and then set down the statuette with a sigh. She slid open her mothers’ closet. Sarah’s Silver Girl uniform hung proudly. Aurora bit her lip and tried not to worry about what she might be going through.

Resisting the urge to snoop more, she closed the closet and moved towards her own room. It looked like she’d left it, a little too much like she’d left it. Sylvia’s bed looked so incredibly tempting. She felt so much more exhausted than after the first time she’d been shot, but it was the worst time for a nap. She sat on her bed and rested her face in her hands. She didn’t know what she’d hoped to find. Anything felt like it would be more satisfying.

“Oh Aurora, I hope you aren’t giving up so soon. The reunion has only just begun.” Yana’s voice jilted Aurora from her thoughts and pulled the heroine to her feet. “Good, there’s still some spark in you. Or wait, there’s not.”

Aurora narrowed her eyes at Yana. The older woman leaned against the door frame, eyes hooded, body wrapped in the tight black uniform she’d inherited as Patina. Her eyes were filled with little black specs, hints of the temptation wearing down her self-control. Her lips were a wet black, as though covered with a still-drying glaze.

A red blinking light flashed beyond Yana, betraying the camera crew’s presence. “I see you’re filming this for posterity. Something to look back on, huh? I can’t believe my mother trusted you . . . I called you my aunt! Don’t worry, there’s plenty of spark left in me. You don’t know what I have up my sleeve.” Aurora moved in front of her window, reaching inside her jacket. “I’ve got a trump card.”

“Then by all means?” Yana’s hungry eyes trailed along Aurora’s body as she straightened her posture. “This isn’t a game of poker. This has been a very elaborate game of chess. White always goes first.”

With a shrug, Aurora pulled out her hand and began unscrewing the top of a small white container. “Well then that’s no fun. If I’m the king in this scenario, that means I won’t be able to take you directly, and you’ve already taken so many of my pieces. I think it’s a pretty stretched metaphor. Well, here goes nothing!” Aurora chucked the small bottle at Yana, a streak of white staining the center of her uniform as the bottle dropped harmlessly to the ground.

Yana blinked before bending down to lift the container. “White out. You threw white out at me. I know my powers are ink-based but—”

Her laughter was cut short as she looked up just in time to see Aurora’s fist as it slammed into her face. “It’s called a distraction, Aunt! I’d think you of all people would be good at knowing that when you saw it! Chekov’s pistol, right? How about Chekov’s left hook?” Before Yana could recover from the dizzying blow, Aurora tore off her jacket and threw it over Yana’s face.

Yana staggered as a fist slammed into her gut followed quickly by a foot slamming into her shin. She fell down on one knee as she threw Aurora’s leather jacket to the floor. Her cheek was already bruising, her lungs burning as Aurora’s booted heel slammed into her forehead. She fell onto her back, laughing louder as she struggled to even her breathing. Aurora knelt and grabbed a chunk of Yana’s hair to lift her up before throwing her back down.

The camera crew didn’t interfere, eyes all glistening black, hair black, clothing black as they held their equipment steady. They only moved to maintain their distance and to keep the action in focus.

“Why won’t you stop laughing?! Why aren’t you doing anything at all?!” Aurora screamed as she slammed her aunt’s head back against the floor once more before pulling back and rising to her feet. She fell in a classic martial artist’s pose, hands raised as fists. “You’re not exactly invulnerable. I’ll believe I caught you off-guard and got a few good hits in, but you aren’t reacting at all, you’re just . . . laughing!”

Unnerved, the camera’s red light stayed blinking in Aurora’s direction as she spoke, and then moved down towards Yana for her response. “Because . . . Aurora . . . It doesn’t matter. Your trump card at most gave me a concussion. My trump card will have you begging for more. Come on out, dearling!”

Yana raised a hand from the floor, snapping her fingers dramatically for the camera.

“Sister . . . Now why would you go and do a thing like that? Did she hurt you? I thought I set a better example than that for you.” Aurora’s eyes widened. The camera crew shifted out of the way as swirling strands of silver-glittered violet mist gathered. An ink stain formed on the floor as the mist swirled faster. From the ink rose a silhouette. Ink slowly dripped down along its curves, revealing pale skin in the shape of a star.

Black lips curled into a satisfied grin as black dripped away from locks of purple hair. Silver strands joined them, but they seemed darker than they ever had before. A sliver of solid black melted between the silver and purple in her eyes, forming a distinct third color. Her black top dripped ink along her exposed midriff and all the way down her shapely legs. All of the ink that melted from her collected at her feet before melting inside of her. It made the black of her clothes darker, and her features more distinct.

Yana brushed herself off slowly as she rose to her feet. Aurora’s eyes stayed wide, locked on her sister. The camera crew shifted their focus between the two as Sylvia slowly stepped closer. She leaned against Yana, chest arched against the older woman’s side. The black eyeshadow made the whites of her eyes seem brighter, and made it harder for Aurora to look away.

Sylvia’s lips melted into Yana’s, a twined moan filling the air as black began to drip along Yana’s long blonde strands. Pale fingers followed the drops as though working the ink into her hair. Yana broke the kiss, laughing as she traced a fingertip along Sylvia’s chest. The singer shuddered, mewling as she arched into the fingertip. Aurora struggled with herself as the familiar sounds of her sister’s moans made her feel slick and dizzy.

“Sis . . . Sylvia . . . But Valerie’s mist conducts the silver and it’s filling you! How . . . Sylvia you can fight her off, you have to!” Aurora failed to keep the shudder of arousal from her voice as she fell into a calmer posture. “I . . . Missed you so much.”

“Likewise, sister. There will be time to explain all of this to you in time, but there will be plenty of time after we’ve had time to reunite like you’ve really been missing.” Sylvia kissed Yana’s cheek before pulling away to step between her and Aurora. She held her arms open, grinning in such a familiar way as she locked her gaze with Aurora’s. “Come to me. Hold me. Kiss me. Fuck me. I don’t need to be afraid of how people will react if I’m prepared to give them an attitude adjustment. You can be my little pet. We could make it a public ceremony.”

Aurora whined as she tried to gather herself enough to speak. After a minute of trembling lips and whimpers, she found her voice. “Sylvia . . . I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t make me hurt you. I can’t let her do this, even if she’s using you to convince me how wonderful it could be. I can’t let you stop me, sis . . . you know that . . .”

Sylvia sighed and let her arms fall to her sides. “I know that you’re being silly. I know that you’re out of your league. You might have more experience driving around on your pretty bike solving crimes, but you don’t have a good track record when it comes to working alone. Kiss me. Just once. If you still want to hurt me, I won’t stop you, but you won’t. You’ll never stop kissing me. Your eyes will roll back into your head and you’ll get to kneel and pull my black panties off with your teeth. We could do it in our parents’ bed, or on the couch. We won’t need to hide it. It won’t need to ever end.”

Aurora’s eyes were just as slick as her slit. Her hands clenched into fists. Sylvia stepped closer, not even an arm’s length away. Aurora could almost feel her heat. Sylvia was surrounded by a swirling aura of purple filled with silver light wrapped in wet shadows. Her powers looked even more like a nebula than they ever had before.

Sylvia took another step closer. Aurora took a half-step back. Brown eyes lost their stern resolve and instead pleaded. Sylvia’s lips pursed together before she laughed a rich musical laugh and reached out her hands. The amethyst aura gathered in her palms and streamed towards Aurora, slamming into her like a wall of electric desire. Aurora fell to her knees, her back arching as the familiar heat melted into her breasts, tingling her nipples until they were so stiff they ached.

She threw her head back, eyes sealed tight as more and more of Sylvia’s power flowed through her. Her power was so slick, so wet, but the only wetness it left behind was sweat and lust. Her mind overloaded with pleasure as Sylvia’s passionate heat enveloped her.

“That’s it Aurora. You can’t hurt me. You don’t want to hurt me. You want to kiss me. You want to kneel at my feet and be my little pet.” Sylvia pressed her legs together and clenched her thighs. Light pulsed in her eyes, a haunting light, as the flow of her power pulsed the same. “Give in. I know so much more than I did the last time we were together. I can make you cum without even touching you. Don’t you want to cum?”

“Already so close!” Aurora screamed, shuddering harder as she felt Sylvia’s nebula sizzle between her legs. Her pussy throbbed as wet electric heat filled her, rubbing with such delicious friction as she struggled to hold on. Her thighs glistened as her hips bucked. “Want you . . . but not . . . not like this! Please Sylvia . . .!”

Yana’s laughs twined with Aurora’s cries. Sweat glistened over the heroine’s body as she grasped at the floor so tightly it made her knuckles burn. Her auburn hair was matted to her skin, the carpet under her damp with her nectar.

The red light continued to blink, the impartial eye of the camera capturing it all.

Sylvia squirmed, her grin faltering as the flow of her heat eased. “Yana can give us everything we ever wanted, Aurora! She can give us . . . us! She’s not exactly anything to sneeze at herself. Her ink tastes so . . . mmm . . . my power is flowing with it, how are you even still thinking enough to pretend to struggle?! You want it! You need it!”

Aurora screamed as the sweat covering her body glistened brighter. A long slick spark in Sylvia’s nebula pressed through the center of Aurora’s clit. Her eyes opened wide as she screamed her sister’s name.

Her body arched more, shaking harder as her glistening skin flashed with silver light bright enough to make Sylvia cover her eyes. The shock interrupted the flow of her power, letting Aurora shudder uninterrupted in orgasm before melting into afterglow. She fell forward onto her hands and knees, panting hard and quick as the silver glow that covered her body dimmed. Sylvia pulled her hands from her eyes, staring in awe.

“What . . . Sylvia . . . What did you do?!” Quillspawn’s voice quivered as she stepped back, her hands held defensively in front of her. “You’re so full of ink it’s a wonder your power isn’t black, how is she . . . what is going on?!”

The corners of Sylvia’s lips tugged in spite of her thoughts into a faint smile. “She’s her mother’s daughter. That’s silver though, not mother’s special light. Her power is still there, and I must have accidentally woken it up. Looks like we made a little miscalculation. Something in my powers reacted with hers. They do know each other very, very well.”

Yana scowled for only a moment before Aurora shakily rose to her feet, drawing a sharp whimper from the writer. Aurora’s glow faded completely as she fluttered her eyes, looking into Sylvia’s eyes even more longingly than before.

Something inside of Sylvia’s ink-stained eyes screamed compassion and love deeper than the lust she had promised. Something deep in Aurora’s eyes screamed back, aching for a response. A quiet hum slid across Sylvia’s lips, melting her smile into a pout.

Aurora stared down at her hands, then to Yana’s almost terrified expression. Her body felt exhausted and steaming in a way she only felt after grinding into Sylvia’s body while her own was sizzling with silver. She could feel the places her silver moved come alive, buzzing with energy. Whether Sylvia had jump-started her power or not, she could feel it again. Hard metal wasn’t part of the taste, but she couldn’t imagine one aspect of her power being there without the other close behind.

“Mother’s daughter or not, I don’t think Sarah’s sparks at your age would have done much to stop the full force of my ink! This game is over, now!” Quillspawn flicked her wrist at Aurora, flinging a small puddle of ink.

Acting purely on instinct, Aurora held out her hands and a small silver light flew from each, bursting against the ink with a wet sizzle. Small drops stained the carpet, and Aurora stared at her hands anew. Then she grinned, trying to make her body take a more offensive posture as Sylvia stepped back with a whimper. “Oh don’t worry. I am my mother’s daughter. I don’t need to hurt either of you to get rid of all of that ink. Looks like I’ve got these after all. Didn’t even know I could do this.”

“Bravo. I’m so happy for you. And what do you intend to do next, Aurora? You might have been able to resist my ink, and to resist Sylvia, but that’s not all I have.” Quillspawn grinned, licking the tip of her finger. “Aniela is out on an errand, but she’ll be back soon. Prism, or should I say Kelly, is on her way here as we speak. You’re outnumbered.”

Aurora bent down and picked up her jacket. With a smirk she pulled it back on, tugging it down tight against her. “You’re right. And using my silver like this is likely to wear out my batteries faster than Mom’s. But that doesn’t mean I don’t intend to try!”

Spark after spark flew towards Yana from Aurora’s fingertips, brighter and quicker than the first two. Yana rose her arms slowly. The sizzling lights bounced off of her arms, bursting in mid air. “You forget. This was your mother’s suit. She made it to stop herself. You see, I was actually prepared. You brought white out and got lucky. Sylvia, I’ll bet she can’t take your concentrated power for long.” Yana grinned as she lowered her arms. “I’m betting when you run out of sparks you won’t be quite so ink-proof. What do you think, Sylvia?”

Sylvia stared with unfocused eyes. Light pulsed silently in her eyes as the aura of her power began to flow around her. The dark black of her pupils shrouded with violet for just a moment before Yana’s gaze narrowed. Sylvia groaned. Like a leash pulled taut Sylvia felt the ink in her mind clenching and cried out as black ink flowed down along her thighs.

Gasping to catch her breath, Sylvia nodded and grinned as darkly as she first had. “Now that I know what that sizzle was inside of her, I think I could even exhaust her quicker. Valerie’s power was always so good at pulling the sparks out of Sarah. It’d probably take no time at all before she was begging the right way this time. Sorry, Aunt I . . . This is a role I’m still getting used to.”

“Apologize with your nebula, my little Sylvia. I think I’ll need to take a firmer approach once this is all done and over with. Now!” Yana’s harsh tone made the ink clench tighter, making Sylvia cry as much in pleasure as in pain before stretching out her hands anew.

Sizzling mist streamed again from Sylvia’s hands, but this time Aurora weaved away. The mist bent towards her, and Aurora fell to her knees, rolling away before jumping up to her feet and back. Her breath came in quicker and quicker pants as she stepped back into her room. The mist continued to reach as Yana laughed, wrapping her arms around Sylvia’s waist as she watched.

Glass shattering echoed through the room as a cloaked figure dove through the window and held out its hand. A blue fingerless glove covered pale skin, blue nails glittering as a woman’s voice chanted from under the cloak, and blue energy coursed from the woman’s fingertips to Sylvia’s hands. The energy spread over her hands, growing along her arms like gloves before the energy pulled her wrists tight, then her arms, binding them as the blue light flashed and transmuted into leather.

The woman pulled back her hood, a black leather mask surrounding blue eyes and blue-painted lips. Her hair was tied back in a long braid that reached past her waist, held in place with blue ribbon.

Yana’s face twisted in confusion as she quickly pulled back from Sylvia. “A Warden . . . here . . . in Midas?! Has all of reality gone mad?! Next you’re going to tell me that my mother sent you. If that’s true, then I’ll simply give up and see if I can’t find a gun.”

“Your mother didn’t send me. The Light Bearer is missing. I came to hunt for her and pay my respects if she had fallen.” The woman pulled off her cloak, throwing it to the ground. Her body was accentuated by a tight corset, the same dark blue on darker black, silver metal holding it all together. High-heeled boots with laces on their sides ended mere inches from the very inside of her thighs. A small pole hung from a loop at her waist, lacquered black metal with a glistening sapphire at the end, shaft bound in crisscrossed leather. “Then I tasted the power of a Nesatealia on the air.”

Aurora stared at the Warden, her mind full of questions as she again tried to fire a volley of silver sparks at Quillspawn. This time the writer raised her hand in the air, the sparks glowing blue before reversing trajectory.

As the sparks flew back to Aurora, the Warden pulled the rod from her side, flicking her wrist to extend its length, and thrust the sapphire tip at the silver lights. Drawn in, the sparks made the sapphire glow for a faint moment each before the Warden replaced the rod at her side at its former length.

Sylvia struggled in her bonds, staring with wide eyes. “The Light Bearer . . . Mother . . .”

The Warden turned to Aurora, quickly wrapping an arm around her. “You’ll forgive me if I wait for explanations until after we’re away from here, I hope. We will save your sister. This Nesatealia spawn will not be allowed to corrupt your city, but we are in no state to do anything but flee. However it may look, we lack the advantage.”

“She’s my sister, I can’t just leave h—”

“You will come with me. Now!” The Warden’s voice rang loud through Aurora’s ears, her eyes glassing momentarily as the meaning of her words overwhelmed her perception. Deftly the blue-haired woman grasped both of her wrists, and running full speed backwards to the broken window. Just before she would have slammed into the wall she jumped, pulling Aurora with her as she gracefully fell past the shards of glass.

Yana flicked her wrist, another glob of ink flowing through the air as she ran at the window. The window was at the first floor. The ink, however, had fallen not on her opponents, but on the grass where they should have fallen. They were not to the left, or the right, and only the sounds of the city met her ears. Growling, she wrapped her fingers around a shard of the glass still attached to the window frame, breaking it free with an angry scream.

Blue leather slowly dissolved back into light, and then faded into the air as diaphanous blue light. Quillspawn turned and looked down to Sylvia with a grin. She moved closer to her before cupping the younger woman’s cheek. “You hesitated. You withdrew your power. For being so full of ink, you also seem to be so full of persistent will. It must be for the same reason we’re so close. No matter . . . It just means I have work to do.”

Sylvia whimpered as the ink filled her body and tugged her against her aunt, forcing their lips to lock as black ink poured its way into the kiss.