The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You’re good at giving a girl what she needs, but we still don’t have a plan.” Aurora nuzzled her face into Zandra’s neck with a sleepy sigh. Her nap had lasted a few hours, and successfully rejuvenated the young heroine. It hadn’t given her any ideas. “That latex only stops sparks, and I don’t know how we’d get more. Yana has Sylvia, a shadow mage, a girl who can turn moisture into hard light unless it’s pitch black, and a news crew. We’ve got the weaker sister, and a Warden. That’s two against four and a half.”

“You are not as weak as you believe. You only lack training. You have plenty of experience. We can even those odds without too much trouble.” Zandra grinned. Her voice was confidence in vocal form. It was almost enough to convince Aurora all on its own.

Images of ink dripping from Sylvia filled Aurora’s mind. Her sister had come out of the floor. She knew witches could teleport, but Sylvia had never shown a desire to learn magic. Yana had trained her, or inscribed her with a little know-how. Aurora remembered fighting a magic user once, and remembered it had been more of a draw than a victory. The woman had gotten away.

Aurora did freely admit her experience. She was the leader of a super team. They’d never decided on a name, but she’d been their leader. She went first, and she knew how to get the most out of everyone. She always thanked Sarah drilling in the importance of allies and understanding team dynamics.

She’d never learned much about no-win situations. The best idea that came to mind was to cheat, but she couldn’t imagine how.

Zandra slowly stroked Aurora’s hair with a gentle touch. Each movement her fingers moved in such a way to make Aurora’s scalp tingle. No effort was wasted, and yet no affection or stimulation was held back.

“I don’t think I’m smart enough to learn any magic, especially not quick enough to be any help against Quillspawn.” Aurora paused for a moment as she narrowed her eyes in thought. “But you’d know more about that than I would, wouldn’t you? What’s the thought?”

“Your magic is something in your blood, not something hidden in a book. It’s not a matter of intelligence, though you’re far brighter than you believe.” Zandra’s nails gently raked over Aurora’s scalp as she spoke, sending quivering waves of pleasure through the young woman. “The shadow-spinner and the bondage by water? I can stop them easily enough. In fact, they’re going to help me. If you could use your powers not for a direct assault, but to distract . . .”

Aurora grinned as she slid a spark from the tip of her finger before it burst into almost-blinding light. “So, silverout instead of whiteout, huh?”

“I have absolutely no clue what that means, but I believe you get the point. Teaching you the fundamentals of magic wouldn’t be too tricky, but I’m not the one to do it. I’ll be better support. If you can get your hands on Yana’s you will win. Her powers are formidable, but there was something in the ink my rod absorbed that seemed . . . unstable. If you can stop her, then saving Sylvia will be simple.” Zandra’s confidence made Aurora feel stronger. Her gold still wouldn’t respond, but a witch-hunter believed in her. She trusted her more than she knew she should. They’d only barely met, but Aurora had felt the desire for justice and order that drove the Warden.

Carefully, Aurora slid from Zandra’s lap and stretched with her arms over her head. “You got the gist of it. So, I feel all nice and rested. Anything else we need to do before we take down Quillspawn?”

Zandra shook her head as she pressed her mask back against her face and pulled the straps tight. She squeezed the blue rod in her hand, gazing into the sapphire at its end. “No. We should just get moving before they have the bright idea to track us down.”

Sylvia’s lips were tightly mashed against Kelly’s. Trapped within the maelstrom of Sylvia’s power the last of her mind was silenced and suckled away before the girl was shoved to the ground. “Mmm . . . It was quite lovely to taste Aurora through your memories. Thank you for that. Now just sit tight while I write some semblance of you back in. It’s so fun to work with a blank canvas, though I imagine it would have intimidated Yana . . .”

Kelly’s black eyes stared, empty and dull as the black within her mind scribbled purpose over the blankness. Memories returned to her selectively, understanding returned selectively, everything twined with the sensation of slick inky obedience.

“Good girl, little Prism. Running from one trap to another. Oh the things you’ve seen . . .” A bedroom laugh, low and sultry, slid from Sylvia’s lips as she watched Kelly shudder. The singer could remember shuddering as Kelly, touching as Kelly, being Kelly, in every way the woman ever had. She was certain her estimate of how the woman was feeling was precisely.

Loyalty wrapped through Kelly’s brain. Ink wrote a twisted melody through her dreams. Sylvia’s sexy, dark, and powerful presence took the center of her existence. The melody did not call her Sylvia, and the subtle detail made Sylvia shudder.

In only a few short moments the movement in her head ceased, and Kelly lifted herself from the floor only high enough to kneel. No words left her lips, and none needed to. She knew the bonds that sealed her will and her thoughts to her musical goddess. Sylvia’s lips parted, allowing out a few humming notes of song, and Kelly moaned along with Aniela and Pamela.

She sung louder, and their moans grew louder. For a brief while she played with them, singing high and then low, savoring the varied responses of their moans as the power of their owner’s musical voice overcame them.

“Perfect! Now, I want to get a little nap. You three keep watch, stop anyone from disturbing my rest. Camera girls, you know what to do if anything becomes interesting. I want to be able to look back on all of this—literally!” Sylvia laughed as she stepped back to her parents’ room. Yana was still sprawled out in the middle of the bed. Her mind was still flat lined, a formless mass of ink.

Yana’s lips twitched as though struggling to find words. Her eyes fluttered open as Sylvia sat beside her, even the whites overrun with black. Sylvia quietly laughed to herself as she pressed a finger to the center of Yana’s lips.

Purple, silver, and slick black power ran across the seam of her black lips, drawing out muffled moans. “That’s right, Yana. I’m going to give you the rewrite treatment, too. You deserve it, too. We’ll keep you helplessly obedient, helplessly thoughtless and euphoric . . . we’ll just give you a mask to wear. No more Yana, just a mask of Quillspawn. I think it’ll look good on you. A Quillspawn that writes only for me. How does that sound to you?”

“Perfect!” Quillspawn screamed as the word was forced into her mind and out of her lips. “Perfect to wear your mask and be your Quillspawn!”

“Good . . . Then we’ll do this for a bit . . . and then we’ll take a little nap. Using so much of my power is so exhausting. I don’t know how you used so much of your ink in such a short amount of time without exhausting yourself. Hmm. Maybe you did.” Sylvia smirked as she pressed her black lips to her slave’s forehead.

Memories swarmed inside of Sylvia’s mind, and so few of them were hers. All of them were of Aurora. A hunger twisted inside of her for her sister, raging with her hunger for more thoughts and memories. She wrapped her arms around Yana’s body, nestling her face between her breasts. As much as those hungers gnawed at her, they exhausted her.

Sylvia closed her eyes and dreamed.

Nightfall had been swift, blotting out the sun and replacing its light with the pale moon and distant stars. There was still plenty of light in Midas, streetlights alone nearly enough to make up for the sun, but the darkness was stronger.

“Stick to the plan, and we’ll be fine. Believe in yourself, and me, and we can’t fail.” Zandra pulled the rod away from her waist, wrapping both of her hands around its length. “If it looks like something is happening to me . . . don’t worry. A Warden has many tricks. Just focus on taking out Quillspawn. Then everything will fall into place.”

“Got it! I know what to do.” Aurora grinned and curled her hand into a fist. She wanted to hold out a spark, but it seemed a bad idea to call any early attention to herself.

The door loomed before then, and Zandra slowly curled her fingers around the handle. Aurora stepped back and nodded. Zandra tore open the door, and sparks flew through the entrance, slamming into the lightbulb hanging in the foyer and the bulbs that illuminated the living room.

A brilliant silver flash filled the room, blinding everyone with the exception of Aurora. Her silver-flecked eyes shined, squinting only faintly as she pushed past Zandra into the open doorway, sending another volley of silver lights at Prism.

Silver melted along her neck, branched out from her forehead, and blossomed out from her hip as the sparks hit true. Prism fell to her knees, groaning as she felt the sizzling, overwhelming pleasure. When the lights faded there was only darkness. The camera crew mewled with fluttering eyes as they rushed to film Aurora’s mad dash to Prism.

Terror-filled cries escaped Prism before Aurora clamped her hand over her lips. “Sorry, I bet you’re afraid of the dark. Don’t worry, just close your eyes. I’ve got a lot of bright silver light here just for you.” Aurora’s hand flashed a bright silver, as current arched through Prism’s body, spreading out from her lips as it moved to cover her scalp, her neck, her back, and all of her body until her consciousness was burned through with sweet sizzling silver.

Behind her Zandra closed the door, pressing the sapphire to the knob. Blue leather wrapped around the door and through the wall, sealing it shut. Pamela encroached behind her, arms held out in preparation to wrap around the Warden tight.

Zandra spun at the last moment, snapping her rod in the air like one would flick a whip. Blue light crackled in the air, flashing like the outline of a blue lash connecting between the reporter’s eyes. Her irises flashed blue for just a moment, and her knees quivered. Blue lips curled into a grin.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we? Kneel, Pamela.” Zandra’s voice echoed powerfully through Pamela’s mind, clenching around her thoughts. For a moment she resisted. Her neck tightened. Her eyes narrowed. Time slowed as each millisecond became an eternity of struggle. Zandra grinned as Pamela’s time quickened, and the woman fell swiftly to her knees. “Stay. Good girl. I’m glad I saw you as a threat after all.”

The large white blur blinding Aniela finally faded. She wrapped her shadow around herself, forming her dark uniform instantaneously. Aurora’s and Zandra’s eyes met for a brief moment before both of them nodded. Aurora stood and held out her hand, the tips of each finger sparkling like silver lense flares.

Silhouette waved her hand before falling backwards, and disappearing into the darkness around her. The silver lights faded from Aurora’s fingertips, and Zandra twirled her rod like a baton.

Aurora glanced around quickly as she positioned her back against Zandra’s. Strange sounds moved slowly around the room. At first they were quiet pops, quickly growing louder resembling a powerful suction followed followed by a smash of flesh on wood. The sounds moved quicker and quicker, clockwise, then counterclockwise. Zandra and Aurora followed them with their eyes. Before long it was hard to tell if it was still moving in a circle or just randomly sounding.

A foot slammed into the back of Aurora’s head, sending her down to the ground with a loud thud. Zandra spun quickly, and thrust her rod against Silhouette’s leg. Though the rest of her had been cloaked in shadow, blue wrapped and twined through the air, tugging her from her darkness.

Blue laced itself around the shadow-cloaked woman until she was tightly cocooned from the neck down. Weaves of shadow emerged between straps of blue leather, tugging them apart but only enough to be visible. Zandra’s face twisted as she held the rod tighter. “This is not quite easy as it looks. She’s magic all right, but much different than the magics this rod is meant to prevent. I can keep her like this, but I can’t do a lot else.”

“That’s okay, I’ll finish her off. Just let me get up.” Aurora blinked her eyes as she desperately tried to clear them. Her head had connected with the floor solidly, and her metal hadn’t emerged. She’d never felt that kind of impact without her metal protection. “Damn it, how did Psiona put up with that kind of trauma? I’ll need to apologize for giving her a hard time.”

“You’ll need to get up a little faster, or the party will be over.” Quillspawn grinned as she stepped into the room, the tight spark-proof uniform glistening even in the darkness. “Glad you two had your fun, but now it’s time to end this.”

Aurora pushed herself to her feet so quickly she almost fell onto her back. She held out her hand shakily, and five sparks emerged from her fingertips before flying towards Quillspawn. The villain laughed, flexing her gloved fingers before she crossed her wrists over her face, blocking the sparks easily.

She began to lower her hands as more sparks approached, and quickly raised them anew causing the next volley to bounce harmlessly away. “That trick won’t work. It’s making you a chromehead fast as your mother, but it’s only expending your energy. You can’t keep this up, and I still have other tools at my disposal. You should surrender, Aurora. Your sister misses you very, very much. She’d love it if she could have you close again.”

“And you’d love it if that suit was all you needed to stop me.” Aurora’s hands grabbed Quillspawn’s offered wrists as she used her own weight to pull the woman down to the floor. “Too bad you couldn’t be a little more like Zandra and wear a mask. Sparks out for you.”

Quillspawn thrashed as Aurora pressed her wrists down into the carpet and pressed her forehead to Quillspawn’s. Silver glow pulsed from the place their skin met, sending pure silver current right into Quillspawn’s mind. Her moans rolled through the house as her nipples tightened and her thighs clenched. Silhouette’s struggles weakened within the hold of Zandra’s bonds the more silver coursed through her ink-filled lover.

Yana’s eyes filled with streaks of glowing silver before Aurora pulled back and fell on the floor beside her. She clutched her chest as the sound of her heart pounding thudded through her ears. “Feels . . . so much more intense . . . To do it like that . . .”

“I’d imagine it is. You did a good job. Something about this feels . . . strange.” Zandra twisted her rod, severing the link between it and the blue leather wrapping around the now motionless Silhouette. “The Nesatealia were never ones to go first when they had slaves who could do it for them. Part of the mess we’re cleaning up back home is the void of power making those who served as errand slaves wanting to take the place of their owners. This just feels out of place.”

“A little. Then again, Mom told me Yana didn’t ever seem to love being her mother’s daughter.” Aurora slowly rose up to her knees, grinning down at the defeated woman below. She looked so empty and blank, her eyes a solid simple black with no depth, no personality, nothing beyond openness.

Something in the black looked wrong. Part of it was the way it didn’t seem reflective or wet enough. Part of it was the way she hadn’t felt nearly as much resistance in the form of sizzling ink as her mother had described in their battle.

She rubbed her head as she stood, wincing with the throbbing pain that she worried guaranteed a bruise. Silhouette looked so powerless wrapped and tied. Prism looked just as empty as Yana. Pamela was kneeling calmly. The only women still seemingly cognizant besides Aurora and her Warden companion were the camera crew. Their red light still shined in the heroines’ directions.

Aurora narrowed her eyes, flicking another spark at what she hoped was a backup camera. It burst with a satisfying cacophony of sizzles and pops, the red light blinking lifelessly out of existence. The movement of her own hand made her notice her fingernails were a shimmering translucent silver. Her skin remained a pale tone of peach, but she was certain that little brown remained in her eyes. It made her feel happy, but she tried to push those thoughts out of her head and remain focused.

“Sister, it was too easy, because the Warden is right. The Nesatealia don’t send themselves into danger’s way unless there are no other opportunities.” Sylvia stepped out of her mothers’ bedroom, grinning with bedroom eyes as she glanced between the two still-thinking women. “Excellent work, both of you. Maybe I should have left them with more of their selves. I admit, I was too hungry to have any foresight.”

“Sylvia!” Aurora scooted back away from her sister, rising shakily to her feet. Sylvia wore a new outfit, a black glittery dress barely covering any of her thighs, baring all of her curves while still tightly wrapping her breasts except for a star cut out over her cleavage. “Nice look for you. A little evil lounge singer, but slutty evil lounge singer. Nice panties.”

She smirked, taking a step closer as her power began to swirl around her. “Black lace was all that felt like it suited. Now, Zandra, you know this is business not personal. I’ll enjoy devouring you.”

Zandra rose her rod towards Sylvia and smirked. “Sorry, Sylvia, but I don’t think that’ll be happening. I know Quillspawn has done some rather deep things to your mind. I’ve seen it happen. I can help you. Just relax, think about this, and let us help you. We don’t want to do anything but help you be yourself.”

“Oh I love the way I am now. Sylvia seems so long ago. I wrapped my power through all of their heads, and sucked out the parts that tasted sweet. I should have known that would leave them lacking, but I was hungry.” Sylvia groaned, her tongue sliding out to wet her lips as she hooded her eyes. “I’m so hungry. I need more. I crave more. I don’t want to be who I used to be anymore. I don’t want to be little Sylvia the heroine and the singer. I want more. I want Aurora most of all, but you’re between me and my ‘rora. You’ll make a good snack . . .”

Aurora stared in horror as she pushed herself up to her feet. She’d never heard of her sister’s powers working like that. She’d never seen anything in her sister so absolutely dark and dripping with sin.

“Don’t call me Sylvia. Call me Singularity. That is, if you can say anything at all.” Sylvia’s black lips curled into a crooked grin. Zandra stared at her, confused. Silver and purple power crackled around her, but it remained in close proximity. None of it reached for Zandra. Her words hardly matched her actions.

Silhouette stirred faintly, but Zandra kept her rod aimed at Sylvia. Aurora didn’t have time to scream a warning as ink erupted from Aniela, coating her in a layer of thick black slickness. Zandra’s fingers uncoiled from her rod, dropping it beside Aurora as ink burst from Pamela, another blast covering the Warden from head to toe. Yana sat up, rising almost like a zombie, her hands held out as Zandra was covered in another shot of ink.

Zandra’s eyes fluttered before shutting tight. Her hands tightened into fists as Aurora lifted up her rod and stepped back from the Warden. The ink began to melt into her, sounding like rubber rubbing against rubber as it disappeared.

Singularity hooded her eyes, holding out her arms as though to embrace the Warden. “That’s it. You can’t fight it. You could have stopped it if you’d had the gift of foresight like Aniela, or you could sizzle it away if you were a LaSilvas, but instead I’m going to fill you with Yana’s ink. I can’t control it, not exactly, but I can feel the current. I can feel the river flowing against you even now. It will deluge you, and it will wash you away. Then I will swallow your thoughts, your memories, your self . . . and you will be my Warden.”

“S-sylvia . . . let her go!” Aurora reached out a glowing silver hand for the Warden. Before she could grasp her shoulder a powerful arc of sizzling heat and mist slammed into her, not feeling as slick as before, or as pleasant. Pain and pleasure both burst through Aurora’s body, making her pussy clench even as she howled at the sharp sting that coursed through her.

The force of Sylvia’s power sent Aurora back into the wall, slamming hard before sliding down along its length. Her head was spinning as Sylvia stepped closer, hands held out over her. “Sorry, sister. You know I want you. I’m doing this for you. I’ll take you inside of me, just like I’ve taken them . . . and we can be together forever. Just think of the sex.”

Another surge of power flew from Sylvia’s fingers, but this time Aurora held out Zandra’s rod. The sapphire shined blue as the current was sucked inside until Sylvia stepped back. She scowled, panting.

Zandra screamed as she fell to her knees. The ink tingled along her slit and melted in through her ears. It filled her pores and her mind, but her lips moved to form words. Blue wrapped around her lips, and around her eyes before she fell onto her back, still.

“Ugh! Denied! Denied by my lover, my sister, and a Warden! Coma or not, you will be mine!” Ink continued to rush inside of Zandra, but Singularity could feel no connection made through the slick interface. Nothing was there to wrap around, to twine with. Even the parts of her brain that controlled her body were distant and numb, unwilling to respond or be claimed. “I need . . . I need more! It’s my purpose! To take more! To get more! To be more . . . oh Aurora, be my more!”

“No!” Aurora waved the rod threateningly in the air, and Sylvia quickly pulled away. “I won’t! I want to help you, I’ll do anything to help you, but I won’t help you do what you want to do . . . Please Sylvia . . . Yana is down, she—”

“—She’s inside of me! Kelly is inside . . . Aniela is inside . . . Pamela is inside . . .” Singularity dropped to her knees, fingers lacing in her hair as her eyes grew wide. “I can feel them, Aurora. I can hear them. I know what they know. I want what they want. They can feel me, too. They know how much I want you. They want more, too. Everything pleads for more. Everything must be devoured . . . Left Prism’s fear alone, was too much . . . Can’t take their power, just their minds, but there’s power in their minds, there’s love and lust . . . Aniela . . . She loves her, even with the ink . . . Pamela cares about me even if she used her body to control me . . . Yana is just a scared . . . self-critical . . . Nnnn . . . it’s too much!”

Aurora bit her lip as she watched Sylvia rock on her knees. Her eyes were wide and glassy, glazed as though the colors had been painted on ten times too many. Her power flowed around her quicker and quicker, almost violently.

Then her power stopped, suspended and unmoving. It fell slowly around her, before it pulled itself inside of Sylvia anew. She slouched, and breathed slower. A relaxed smile spread over her lips.

“Please, sis . . . Even if you never want to talk to me, touch me again . . . I want to help you. This is destroying you, tearing you apart . . . Singularity, Sylvia, whatever you want me to call you, please . . .” Aurora rested her hand on Sylvia’s shoulder and squeezed. No silver flowed through her fingers, only love and concern.

Sylvia sniffled for just a moment before she started to giggle. She leaned forward, and pressed her lips to Aurora’s so quick Aurora was only sure what had happened when she rubbed black off her lips. “Sorry. Can’t have less. Gotta have more. That means that alas, I’ll need to be going now. You wrecked my camera crew, too! Phooey. At least I learned enough from Quillspawn to do this . . . bye bye Aurora. Zandra’s coma won’t last forever. I’ll have you . . . but not like this.”

Aurora quickly pulled back her hand as ink wrapped around Sylvia, and pulled her into the floor. She seemed to turn into a mass of ink that slowly became smaller and smaller until only a small drop remained. Aurora held out a spark, and sizzled it away.

“I’ll find you . . . and I’ll help you. Somehow, the odds even like this . . . feels a lot more right.” Aurora shakily rose to her feet, nodded down at Zandra, and squeezed her sapphire tipped rod tighter as she stumbled out of her home.