The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sylvia’s face was the first thing Aurora saw as she fluttered open her eyes. “I guess Witch Heaven is easier to get into than the regular kind, or the doorwoman is asleep. Mmm . . . Sylvie . . .”

“Shhh . . .” Sylvia pressed a finger to Aurora’s lips. “Quiet, sweetie. Let’s just savor this.”

Aurora complied and melted back into Sylvia’s arms. Her sister’s arms were warm around her, and the delicate caress of Sylvia’s fingertips along her cheek made Aurora smile brighter than the sun. Falling didn’t seem so bad if that was where she had to land. She hadn’t felt herself hit, but she didn’t mind the thought of not feeling her spine snap in half. She’d have to thank whatever deity it was that protected her from that.

“So . . . I don’t know much about the worship of Athena. What’re the rules to this place? Is it a free cloud ride, or do I just get to spend the rest of eternity with you?” Aurora nuzzled into Sylvia’s neck, mewling while inhaling her sister’s scent.

“You’re not dead, silly. You did kill the sidewalk pretty good, but you’re still alive.” Sylvia grinned and pressed her lips to Aurora’s forehead. “Mmm . . . Metal. It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted that. Still flesh, still warm, but such a different texture. I think I missed it in the shape of a tongue second, and lips first.”

Aurora opened her eyes wide as Sylvia’s lips mashed into hers. Heat coursed through the kiss, twining through her nerves with soothing slick electricity. Metal lips kissed back, sparkling with their own hot sizzling current.

The silver that coursed through both of them completed a circuit. Sylvia’s eyes opened as wide as Aurora’s as her body shook and arched into Aurora’s metal. Black dripped again from Sylvia’s eyes and scalp, and as they pressed tighter, along her thighs. Sylvia’s power surrounded them, and Aurora’s whole metal body pulsed with blinding silver light.

More . . . Only way to make sure she doesn’t do anything like that ever again . . . Take her everything . . . Make it yours . . .

Sylvia struggled to think past the blinding light that filled her mind’s eye and the dark voice that whispered hotly from the center of her mind. She could taste Aurora’s thoughts through the bond. It was hard to hear her past the sizzle of their twining powers. It was harder and harder to focus. Electric lust crackled at each thought, making the sensation of her sister’s firm body against hers overwhelm everything else.

Aurora groaned as her sister’s current laced through her clit. Every breath, every heartbeat, was paired with a sharp burst of silver pleasure wrapped in violet euphoria.

Loud moans melted from their lips and drowned out the city’s silence. Mingled sweat and arousal from their shining wet bodies overwhelmed the city’s scent. Eyes opened wide, blinded by their mutual light. The two felt the world around them burn and melt away.

Silver light washed out the city around them, the starry sky overhead, and the sidewalk under them. The light gained new detail: a fireplace forming at the side of the room opposite the sisters, and black paint melting over the walls in the pattern of a wood grain. Black carpet grew from the light’s floor. A silhouette rose from the carpet, staring down into the flames as its back faced the confused sisters. Black melted away from the silhouette, revealing a remarkably familiar face as she spun on the heels of her bare feet.

“A lovely shared mindscape you two formed. It’s mine now, but I wanted us all to meet here before everything ended.” The woman grinned with her dark black lips, pure black eyes seeming infinitely deep and infinitely wet. She wore a black dress as wet as her eyes that ended an inch over her ankles, a diamond of bare flesh revealed stretching from just under her cleavage to just below her waist. “You two do make a really cute couple.”

Aurora blinked as she looked between the two women. Sylvia was dressed in the same outfit she was on the cover of her CD – the short skirt and the tight top with a star exposing her cleavage. Her hair lacked the streaks of black, as did her eyes. The woman standing in front of the raging fireplace had long black hair. Her strong cheekbones, and the curve of her hips, were so familiar.

Sylvia stared and squeezed Aurora tighter. “Who are you? Where is . . . shared mindscape? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It makes perfect sense. I think your ‘slow’ sister is going to figure it out first, too. Oh this is fun, I can read both of you. It’s fun to have a bigger playground.” The woman’s voice sounded young, bright, and cheery, with a dark seductive aftertaste. “It’s nice to stretch my legs a little.”

Aurora and Sylvia looked into each other’s eyes. Taking a deep breath, Aurora closed her eyes and concentrated, focusing her thoughts in Sylvia’s direction. I think we’re in some sort of shared consciousness.

“That’s right! You’ve identified the place of this little tale. You know the protagonists. Now, who am I?” The black-lipped woman grinned, gazing eagerly down at the two young women. “Really? No guesses? I’m hurt. I’m so very close to both of you and you don’t even want to take a guess at who I am. I’ve even introduced myself, of a sort. If you don’t guess soon I’ll just need to end the game and fill this room with black dreamy bliss. Probably should anyway . . .”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes. She’d seen the arch in the woman’s neck somewhere before. She’d seen those eyes somewhere before, the shape, just with a lot more color. Even the curves of her breasts felt oddly familiar.

Light swirled in her irises. It felt like seeing a woman she worked with every day but not being able to name her. There was no doubt in her mind they’d met. She couldn’t remember when, but it hadn’t been very long ago. They’d been fast friends. Sylvia couldn’t remember what they did together. She’d heard her voice in a dream, or in every dream.

She cleared her throat, and took in a deep breath. She exhaled out a long hauntingly beautiful sound, a “la” that quivered and vibrated in the air, fluctuating high and low, trembling gorgeously as it reached a crescendo and faded to silence. “Now if that doesn’t give at least one of you a clue, I will be offended. I tease you, keep you up at night with my fingers, my lips, my voice . . . I sing for you, help you try to break free of Nina Corvi, then I even help you break free from Quillspawn when she showed a moment of weakness . . . Alas, the fate of the artist not to be appreciated in her own time.”

“Singularity . . .?” Sylvia’s eyes widened as Singularity nodded, lips curling into a wicked grin. “But I . . . at least I thought I . . . called myself that. But how did I know . . . I know it’s a bit of sidetracking, but I’d love a bit of sense.”

“Of course, ‘sis’.” Singularity stepped closer, and leaned down to gaze into Sylvia’s eyes. “Our mother was pregnant. We were pretty young, still developing, and some ink slipped in just the right place. You can imagine why. It didn’t really mean a lot. There was a little tug here, or a little tug there, as you grew, as your mind developed, and I stayed curled up in the corner. I was just a stain, a droplet, barely enough to encourage you to learn a more creative vocation, and I owe that to you.”

Aurora shuddered as Singularity reached out her hand, and caressed down along the curve of Aurora’s neck. Ink dripped from her finger and slid between Aurora’s breasts. She moaned and rose her hand to her chest, covering the flush that rose like a sunrise over her body.

Singularity pulled her finger back, suckling at the tip. Her eyes hooded as she suckled harder and moaned. “You encouraged me, told me how pretty I was, how gorgeous I was, how sexy I was . . . You made me feel powerful. It hurt to leave you in Midas, but then you went and raped me. It sort of put me into a funk, but then we were famous – even if mind-controlled. I got to use my inspiring presence to keep Sylvie in line. Then I realized I could use it to take control . . . which backfired. Sadly. Then when we got freed, you let me play with Nikki, so I didn’t mind. I got to sing. People loved me.”

Silver lips pressed to Sylvia’s cheek butterfly-soft as Aurora pulled away and slowly stood. “So . . . you’re Sylvia’s creativity? Her muse? Then why’re you separate?”

“Besides that my presence in the first place is thanks to mother’s slick black ink?” Singularity smirked and rose a dark eyebrow. “Again, my mother to thank. When Sarah disappeared she took the opportunity to grab me up, and fill Sylvia full of gallons and gallons of ink. The notion was to make Sylvia into her daughter, to take away something precious from Sarah in a sort of revenge. When I failed to melt you, and Mommy had me go down on her, she awoke my mind from nothingness with a single word. ‘More’. So I needed more. I wanted more, to be separate, and then take control of you, Aniela, Pamela, Kelly . . .”

Sylvia stood with Aurora and looked slowly around the small room. “But it felt like I was taking their personalities, their selves, into my mind! I could hear their voices, I could feel their voices!”

Singularity took another deep breath and cleared her throat. “Oh the dark! It’s so frightening! I’m a bizarre freak of nature that can make water into solid light!” Kelly’s voice escaped her lips. She took another deep breath, and Yana’s voice followed. “Oh if only I were half as creative as my dear daughter, I might be able to make things from scratch and not just work on half-finished masterpieces! Too bad I’m going to be my daughter’s slave for eternity! Ooooh well. I’m an actress, too.”

Aurora looked between the two women slowly. She’d never thought of Sylvia as having two sides. She’d always seemed more together and stable than she was. She’d always known what she wanted with a little help in being honest. She couldn’t say what she was hearing was impossible, but she wanted to.

“So now the muse has her . . . voice I guess . . . and her lover trapped in some sort of dreamworld.” Aurora forced a lopsided smile, holding out her arms like a little girl for a hug. “No chance we can just talk this out, is there? And wait . . . When Sarah disappeared? But . . . Yana kidnapped Mom, didn’t she?”

“No. She doesn’t even know where your mother is. She just took advantage of the first opportunity she’d had in years. No more slinking, no more hiding. She let her hair run black after capturing Sylvia.” Singularity hooded her eyes and took a deliberate, slow step closer. “And there is a chance we can talk it out. My terms are simple. Surrender. I love you, Aurora . . . and you’re a part of me, Sylvia. Surrender. I won’t hurt either of you. We can all be together forever.”

Sylvia stared into Singularity’s eyes. There was such infinite similarity, even without color. She could see infinite places in Singularity’s face, and over her body, that she’d seen in the mirror.

The woman’s voice even sounded like she always imagined her muse sounding. She had the same flawless grace. As convenient as it would be to call her a liar and disregard everything she’d said, Sylvia could feel the truth in her voice. It was so frighteningly true. Her eyes scanned along her sister’s body. She remembered all of the places she could nibble or tease with warm shining fingertips to make Aurora scream and surrender. Her tongue slid out along her lips.

Aurora frowned, and held out her hand. The tip of her fingers sparkled and glittered with silver lights that twirled and shimmered. It made Singularity freeze with narrowed eyes. Under Singularity’s feet the black carpet turned slick as ink dripped from her black toenails.

“You don’t really think you can just declare victory that easy, do you? Just because you’re the one who knows what’s going on doesn’t change that there’s two of us.” Aurora sighed and lowered her hand down to her side. “Besides, there’s something you’re forgetting. You might be saying ‘I’ and ‘Sylvia’ like you’re two different people, but you’re not. You’re just as much a part of my Nebby as she is. Yana made the distinction. She took control and tore you apart. Do you really want to let her win?”

Ink stopped dripping from her toes. Her eyes grew wide. “You have always been amazingly perceptive. We did used to be one, but who says I don’t like being separate? Who says I want to go back to being just an aspect of her?”

“You’re not just an aspect of me, you are me!” Sylvia sniffled, roughly wiping a tear from her face as she spoke. “You’re the reason I could survive being enslaved. You’re the reason I can use my power like I do . . . I won’t let you take that away because you want a solo career! You’re part of me, and I’m part of you. I won’t let you destroy everything we’ve fought so hard for!”

Sylvia tackled Singularity to the ground with a loud cry. Her power swirled around them, violet twined with silver all diving down into the woman underneath her. “We . . . are Sylvia Lida LaSilvas!”

Singularity screamed, her nipples rising against her dress, her thighs turning slick as more and more of Sylvia’s nebula crashed through her. She struggled to tear her wrists from Sylvia’s hands but found herself easily overpowered. Sylvia’s nebula wrapped around Singularity’s breasts, her hips, her ass, and all along her legs. Sylvia’s desire and need crashed through her power as it flowed from her eyes to her muse’s.

Ink rose from the carpet, shooting up as though from short-lived geysers before falling along Sylvia’s back. The ink tightly clutched her ass like a second skin and slid between her thighs and up her skirt.

Purple-and-silver eyes shot wide open as Singularity’s ink filled her. It burned like wet magma along her clit, forcing Singularity’s desire deep inside Sylvia’s mind. Their powers twined, slick hot desire and conductive sparkling mist, and pulled their lips together for a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, black ink sliding along Sylvia’s tongue as that mist dove down Singularity’s throat.

Ink flowed from Sylvia’s nipples as mist embraced Singularity’s clit.

Aurora watched with shining eyes. She could feel the heat that flowed from both of them. Her nipples pulsed with her heartbeat. Her teeth closed around her bottom lip tightly to hold back the moan.

A cry escaped both of their lips as the kiss broke. Singularity rolled Sylvia onto her back, more ink dripping over the heroine as her wrists hit the carpet. Ink rose from the carpet, lacing around Sylvia’s arms and holding them down tighter as the ink between her legs wrote pleasure deep into her mind.

“Please be as good of an idea as I think this is . . .”

Silver nails slid through Singularity’s hair, parting her dripping locks to claw down through her scalp. The current flowing through Aurora met anew with Sylvia’s. Conductive mist pulled Aurora closer, bringing the curves of her body down tight against her sister’s darker half. With a loud sizzle the ink holding down Sylvia’s arms melted away, allowing Sylvia’s hands to join Aurora’s in rubbing along her muse’s body.

Legs twined as Aurora fell and pulled Singularity with her. Passion seared through all three of their minds, burning like a directive straight to the core of their worlds as their hands groped, squeezed caressed anything they could reach. Hips bucked and rubbed harder and faster as lips found lips and flesh.

Sylvia and Singularity’s lips met again, and Aurora moaned as she felt both of their tongues against hers. Aurora’s hand tore open Singularity’s dress and twisted her hard ink-stained nipple, tearing a cry from deep in Sylvia’s throat.

The sound of wet flesh fought against moans as the three pressed their lips together, tongues desperately stroking, fingers buried between thighs. Who was whom, and whose hand was where became less and less important as the slickness shared between them became more lust and less ink.

A shared scream tore through them, thighs all clenching as one as their shared world blurred. Beneath them, the carpet faded into silver light, soon followed by the fireplace, the walls, and the ceiling above. It grew brighter and brighter until it overwhelmed their concept of light. Sylvia and Singularity’s fingers laced, squeezing each other’s hands.

I want more . . .

Take me, Sylvia . . .

I love you, Sylvia . . .

Above them, the blinding light was replaced by a starry sky. Aurora again found herself in Sylvia’s lap, the sidewalk around them covered with a large black stain.

“There’s something about sisters . . . I had a relationship with a pair of sisters, once. It ended on decent terms, but it ruined me to girls from small families.” Zandra stood above them, clutching her rod tightly in her hand. “Good job, by the way. You two make a good team.”

“Zandra! How . . . what . . .?” Blinking, Aurora looked between Sylvia and Zandra. “Sis, are you okay, are you all . . . whole again?”

Sylvia grinned, and held Aurora’s cheeks in her hand before kissing her lips soundly. “More whole than I think I’ve ever been before. That was a lovely idea, and I love you too. Let’s get back home, we can talk more there. This is a little bit public . . .”