The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Wake up, Aurora.” Brown eyes opened wide. They blinked slowly as they tried to focus on the sight of Mourning Frost above them. “We need to talk. There are some bad things happening. Plus, you’re probably hungry. I hope you’re feeling better. You looked miserable before you fell asleep.”

Aurora groaned as she stretched and looked around slowly to get her bearings. She only wished it felt strange to find herself in a room she’d never seen before. She was still naked, but at least she was hidden under blankets. “Morning . . . Mourning . . . I feel a lot better. I think whatever the professor used needed time to work. I remember what they were trying to do, but it doesn’t give me a headache to think about. Sorry for being a little snappy, though I don’t exactly trust you.”

“Good. I’d be a little worried if you did.” Mourning Frost stepped away and threw a small pile of clothes atop Aurora’s blankets. “I stopped by Julia’s. I figured you’d need a change of clothes. I also grabbed your bike. I figured you’d need it.”

“Thanks . . .” For a moment Aurora hesitated throwing off the blankets, but then remembered the other woman had seen her in a much more compromising position already. Soon Aurora was dressed in a pair of tight black shorts-p and a tight white t-shirt with a low neckline. It felt infinitely better than the school uniform. The thought of riding Aureus without her jacket made her wince. It’s silly to be so concerned over a jacket, but I’ll need to get a new one. I can’t go back to Rebeca’s place to get my old one if it’s even still there.

She held out her hand and focused. Usually all it took was pushing it out, like clenching a fist, and her metal was everywhere or at least where she wanted it. Nothing responded. She clenched her hand into a tight fist and gritted her teeth as she struggled to awaken her metal the same way a normal person might struggle to make their legs walk after an injury.

Nothing happened. Her struggle intensified as she clenched her fist so hard it hurt. She wasn’t sure if she could feel it inside of herself anymore or if it was just a phantom sensation left behind by the memory of what should have been. Ever since the first time she’d consciously made her body turn metal it had been there waiting for her to call it out. Aurora vividly remembered the first time it saved her. She’d been climbing up a fire escape trying to emulate a story Sarah told her when she’d lost her grip. It was frightening, but she’d been fine.

Ever since then, with a moment here or there otherwise, I’ve felt safe. It was scary to take a bullet, and there was a time or two I fell a little farther down and wasn’t sure how much my metal could take, but I felt safer than I had any right to feel. I felt invulnerable. Not having it there . . .

Aurora was tempted to find something tall to climb to see how it would feel to fall. Her curiosity was tempered by experience that even metal falls could be pretty painful. She wasn’t in the mood to ache.

“Monique, right? That’s your name?” Aurora looked up to her rescuer with a weak and tired smile, receiving a faint nod in response. “Thanks for saving my ass, really. I still don’t trust you, but I’m willing to give you a shot. You said something bad was happening, right? Wanna let me in on the details now?”

“Sure. Two very big, very bad things are happening. First bad thing, your mother is missing. Sarah. She disappeared without a trace.” Monique frowned and stared up at the ceiling. “It’s been over a day. While that sort of stuff happens to heroines all the time, well, this is more serious. I explored all of my underworld connections that I still have and no one knew anything. No details. While I’ll admit after I started working for the government some people started clamming up, this is kind of a big deal. The silver skinned solution to getting rid of a mind controller is missing and no one is taking credit for it.”

Aurora tried not to react too much. It felt good to hope maybe her recent actions showed some form of redemption, but it was hard to say what Monique’s word was worth. She was the woman who broke Olivia’s heart, but without her Olivia never would have been up for auction and her parents never would have met.

She knew her mother traveled outside of Midas now and then to help a friend take down someone dangerous, but it suddenly felt like she didn’t know the full extent. Sarah always acts like a third-stringer. Was that for Valerie’s benefit?

“I’m still digging, but it’s hard to look for information without looking too curious. Silver Girl missing would be bad no matter what, but there are some considerations that make now the worst possible time, or well . . . the worst possible opportunity I guess.” Monique sat beside Aurora and stared seriously into the younger woman’s eyes. “Quillspawn is back.”

“Uh, maybe your information is a little out of date. Quillspawn isn’t around anymore. Yan-Patina and Silhouette hunted her down a little after Olivia died.” The name made Monique wince, and that made Aurora feel a little more at ease.

Monique shook her head and sighed. “She’s not gone. I know she’s not gone. Maybe they thought they defeated her, but she’s still around.”

Aurora stood and moved to lean against a wall. She studied the room more closely. A picture of her mother with an arm wrapped around Monique decorated the top of a bookshelf. Olivia was grinning like an idiot, dressed in a pair of ratty looking jeans and a low-cut t-shirt.

“I can show you a bunch more like it if you listen to me now.” Monique snapped her fingers in front of Aurora’s face. She half gasped, half whimpered in shock. “This is important. Very important. I know Quillspawn is moving, because I can feel her inside of me. She doesn’t have any control, at least I hope not, but I feel it in the empty spot she left behind . . . shuddering. Your mother burned her out of me, but Quillspawn burrowed deep. She laced herself through my powers. I know she’s alive.”

If I could still use my power, I’d make her tell me. I’d spark out her self-control and tear all of the truth from her piece by piece. She wouldn’t have a choice, and she’d love it to death. I can’t do that. All I can do is take her at her word, or doubt her. Mom never trained me how to use hypnosis or anything like that. She said it wasn’t worth the effort with powers like mine. . . . Aurora slouched with a sigh. I’m not eve sure this is real. It could be an illusion being used to pull me in deeper.

The door opened and Professor Gold slowly stepped into the room. She was dressed as always in her loose flowing lab coat in addition to a pair of golden earrings shaped like the same symbol she’d drawn on Aurora’s forehead dangling cutely from her ears. The thought reminded Aurora of her simpler pair. She grabbed her ears quickly to make certain she hadn’t lost them.

“Hey you two. I hope I’m not interrupting anything but I thought I’d peek in. You’re looking a lot better, Electrum. I hope you’re feeling all right.” Professor Gold smiled as she stepped farther into the room and looked curiously at the same picture of Olivia that had captured Aurora’s attention. “Your gold really is something else.”

Monique frowned. “It is, and I’m sure there’s lots you could tell us about it, but this is hardly the time for it. Aurora, I don’t blame you for not trusting me. I don’t have a very trustworthy past, but your mother’s death changed that. When Olivia died, and it was partially my fault . . . it changed me. I realized how selfish and destructive I’d been. I surrendered myself to the police once I got home. Now I’m a member of a government-funded group, that of course doesn’t exist. I admit that means I can’t really prove it to you with anything you’d be likely to believe but—”

“—But it’s true.” Aurora forced herself to smile, even if all of her features were weighed down with sadness. “I can tell. At least, I think I can tell. Maybe I’m just a sucker, but you seem more genuine than the ex-girlfriend who was conditioning me to be her sex toy and the teammate that had a backdoor into my mind and sold me to the project. It just seems far fetched.”

Monique quickly rose from the bed and wrapped her hands around Aurora’s shoulders. “If it were a coincidence, maybe. I can feel her satisfaction. It’s almost like hearing an echo of an emotion. It’s nauseating to concentrate on it, but I just instinctively know what it means. She’s responsible, and you need to get to Midas and stop her.”

Aurora’s eyes locked with Monique’s. She almost felt cold just looking into the ice-queen’s eyes. Aurora could feel the stubbornness in her gaze and waited for it to crumble. It was very quickly obvious that was not going to happen.

Silently admitting defeat, Aurora turned her gaze to the floor. “Even if you’re right. I can’t do anything. My gold won’t come out. I don’t think you melted it away with whatever you did Professor, but I know it won’t . . . respond?

Both Aurora and Monique turned to Professor Gold. “Hey, don’t look at me. All I did was a simple bit of alchemy that told your gold that your head wasn’t screwed on right. If it still won’t come out it must still be busy trying to clean up the damage. That, or the more likely option: fear blocking your power. It happens to lots of supers. They get betrayed, demoralized, heartbroken . . . and bam, powers-be-gone.”

The professor’s voice was bright and bubbly, but the content made Aurora’s eyes water.

“Besides, even if your gold is out of commission, you still have your mother’s silver light, don’t you? In all of the wrong circles you get a lot of publicity.” Monique’s lips curled into a crooked grin. “Besides, that’s why you could be the key to stopping Quillspawn, your silver—”

“I can’t use it when I’m not metal! It’s only there when I’m metal!” Aurora fiercely pushed Monique’s hands off her shoulders before storming past her. “So I can’t do shit, okay? Go get Sylvia, she’s got silver too. Lida could help more than me.”

“Your mother took on Quillspawn when she was powerless—”

“—and look where that got her. Mind-controlled. Used. Turned into a toy for Quillspawn’s amusement.” Aurora growled and shook her head wildly. “Not my idea of being useful. That sounds like getting in the way. That sounds like helping the villain enjoy her rampage. Like I said, go get Sylvia. I know she’s a big-shot singer now, but she’ll still help if something happened to Mom.”

Monique sighed and looked to the professor hopefully. “Well, Meredith, do you think there’s something you could do? If you could make the gold wake her up, maybe you could . . .”

Professor Gold slowly shook her head. Aurora pushed past her and left the room just as the first tear slid down her face. She ignored her surroundings, concentrating only on finding doors until she was outside. It was early enough that the sun was still rising far off in the distance. Sunrises always made her think of Sarah telling her the story behind her name.

She turned around to face the modest house behind her and the golden bike parked at the curb. Golden paint glittered in the dim morning light in a way so much like her own metal flesh. In that moment with perfect clarity she knew her metal was still there, protecting her in its own way.

Aurora knew there was no way her metal could know what was happening, but she also knew that it never pulled away if that would hurt her. Forcing it away in Proximiti’s light room had been incredibly painful. It still ached.

Sarah told Aurora so much about her adventures. Often times she had admitted she was too candid, too open about such erotic adventures with her own daughter, but she felt they were important to know. Sarah always told even the most embarrassing stories with pride. She knew what she was doing was important. Aurora knew it too, and she’d sworn to carry on the legacy of LaSilvas heroism. She wanted to make her parents proud. She wanted to make the world safe, too.

Sarah never needed powers. Grandma Susan always told me stories about Mom running around in a towel tied around her neck with a pair of her mother’s kitchen gloves on declaring she would protect the weak and bring justice to the guilty when she was six. Aurora closed her eyes and pictured her mother, black hair, brown eyes like in the early pictures she’d seen of Sarah dressed as Patina, but so much younger. She took down The Argentum Project without a single spark.

Aurora opened her eyes and fell into a fighting stance. Experimentally she threw several quick punches and twirled around for a fast kick. It felt strange to do barefoot in the grass, especially without a little hover to even her balance, but it felt natural. It felt right.

Monique watched silently as Aurora twirled, parrying invisible blows as she leapt through the air to kick down an invisible opponent. She could almost imagine her as Olivia not long after the incident that had made her Aureus.

Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Aurora turned and again met Monique’s eyes. “I know Olivia was important to you, and that part of the powers I might not have anymore are Quillspawn’s weakness, but I also know that my sister’s current is stronger than mine. Valerie’s power channels it amazingly. Why didn’t you go after her?”

“By the time I’d decided I needed to get involved, Sylvia had already purchased two one-way tickets to Midas City. I couldn’t take the risk that she was already . . . contaminated.” Monique shivered, a sight that Aurora wished she could find more comical. “I might be free-thinking, but I can feel the hole she left behind. I can feel how much I want it filled, and how tempting it would be to kneel at her feet and open myself to that power. It was so invigorating. Even if the boost she gave my powers is still there, feeling her power was intoxicating. Being her vessel was ecstasy. I can’t go back to Midas, and I couldn’t let Quillspawn know what I know.”

“Fuck.” Aurora growled, throwing another punch at the open air in front of her. “I need to get back to Midas, fast. I can’t risk taking the direct route. Mom told me how good Quillspawn was at taking control of situations, so I need to face her on my terms. I’ll need to get there via bike.”

Monique nodded. “My thoughts exactly. Luckily, we’re much closer to Midas than you were before. It should only take you about a day to get there. I wish my connections could help you, but they’re not the kind I want Quillspawn getting her hands on.”

“So . . . I get to go take on Quillspawn all by my lonesome . . . Sounds fun.” Aurora smiled tiredly, stretching her arms over her head. “I wish we’d been able to save the rest of my team. Well, Psiona and Flower Chylde anyway.”

“What’s this about taking on who all alone?” Kelly stepped out of the house, dressed in a loose-fitting blouse and a tight pair of jeans. “Was anyone going to wake me up? This seems like some pretty important stuff to let me sleep through. Thanks for the clothes. Professor Gold said you were Monique, or Mourning Frost, and well . . . I didn’t need anyone to tell me who you were, Aurora.”

A powerful flush instantly covered Aurora’s face. She’d forgotten all about the rainbow-haired woman in her haste to forget the facility. She could still taste Kelly’s skin on her lips without effort. Quietly she hoped that wasn’t going away.

Monique turned to face Kelly, smiling apologetically. “Sorry about that. I admit, saving you was sort of an added bonus, but you’re free to go wherever you’d like. I can get you a plane ticket to anywhere—”

“—and let Aurora risk her life all alone?” Kelly raised a prismatic eyebrow and stepped past Monique, right up to her former roommate. “You’re taking me with you. You can explain who and what we’re facing on the way. Back home they call me Prism.”

“Well Prism . . . The danger we face is the same danger we just got away from. Mind control, and very insidious mind control. She has the power to rewrite a mind with a drop of ink. If I can make it work again, I might have a power able to stop her. What can you do?” Aurora tried to sound intimidating. Having Prism with her was a lovely thought, but she didn’t want the woman to risk her mind so soon after getting it back.

Prism’s eyes pulsed from red to violet, all the colors of the rainbow, and held her hand over Aurora. Drops of dew fell from her fingertips, turning quickly into a fine mist that surrounded the younger woman without the faintest hint of moisture actually touching her. Prism then snapped her fingers and the wetness turned into a rainbow prison of light.

Aurora pulled back her fist and slammed it into the field, surprised when it didn’t hurt, push her back, or do anything more than stop her hand. “Okay. You know what, I think I’d love having you along. You might be just what the doctor ordered, but I want to pick something up first, after we get some food.”

Prism snapped her fingers again, the light dissolving back into mist before wetting the grass in a circle around Aurora. “And what’s that?”

“A lot of liquid paper.”

Sylvia woke in a naked pile of flesh. Yana’s hand along her cheek had woken her and quickly had her purring. The older woman’s smooth body was curled against Sylvia, legs twined with one of her own. On her other side a sleeping Aniela was similarly nestled. The singer’s silver-and-violet nipples quickly stiffened as she felt Yana’s fingers trail down along her neck and over the center of her chest.

Her head felt heavy with the fog of arousal. She arched to Yana’s fingers as they curled along the inner curve of her breast before resting splayed with fingertips on either side of her nipple. “Good morning, my sexy little rock star.”

“Mmmm good morning, Yana . . .” Sylvia was pleased to find her hand was resting beside Yana’s face, and slid her fingertips along the woman’s cheek. “I feel so good . . . I remember taking you in Mom’s house, coming back to your hotel room . . . Aniela looked so hot in that bikini and she asked me to sign her tits . . . then you brought out the wine . . . never had wine before, that I’ll admit to, and never wine like that . . .”

“It is very special . . . I brought it with me, to celebrate.” Yana’s fingers slowly twisted Sylvia’s nipple, drawing out a low moan. “Such a very sexy voice, always used in such delicious ways. You should indulge this side of yourself, Sylvia. It looks so sexy on you. It looks so right. When you had Aniela on her back, your hand between her legs, you looked so inspired. You looked so driven. I’ve never seen anyone look so sexy, so intense. I think there’s a very creative soul inside of you that’s found a medium it quite enjoys. Don’t deny your muse what it craves.”

A wicked grin slowly spread across Sylvia’s lips as she latched them onto Yana’s neck. Yana moaned, arching into her mouth. Sylvia rose her hand to drape it over Yana, curling her fingers along the curve of her ass to draw the woman closer.

Slickness ran along Sylvia’s leg trapped between Yana’s making Sylvia moan. Something about it felt so decadent and hedonistic. So much naked flesh was strewn against Sylvia’s, and she knew if she wanted to she could kiss, lick, or suckle at any spot it on a whim. It sent tingles down her spine and slickness down her thighs. She’d never wanted to write a song and grind someone into the sheets at the same time before.

Sylvia moaned as she pulled her mouth back only to nibble along Yana’s ear and claw her hand up along Yana’s back. I could spend all day just fucking them. So many songs are about sex. It was never shocking to me, but I think I understand why. Mmmm and groupies are so sizzling. I don’t need to hold back. I can have this whenever I want.

Aniela stirred awake, surprising Sylvia with a kiss to her neck. “Mmmm . . . last night was amazing . . . thank you . . .” Delicate fingers trailed along the inside of Sylvia’s thigh, making her arch and groan into Yana’s ear.

Yana’s hand joined Aniela’s as they both teased higher and higher along Sylvia’s thighs. Surrendering to the pleasure, Sylvia laid back, spreading her legs with a wide grin that grew wider with each moan. She’d never felt so content. She’d never felt so special, so alive, so wonderful.

I can have this any time I want, and I want it all of the time, I want it every waking moment. I want to look into a woman’s eyes and feel her turn to putty, to sing a sinful song so erotic that it makes a woman’s eyes glass and her legs spread . . . I am a rock star, and some privileges come with that. I’m also a super heroine. Sylvia’s thoughts bubbled with a lazy and devious lust.

The wetness she’d felt on the couch tingled everywhere the two women touched her. It tingled behind her eyes and inside her lips. It tingled in her fantasies, in her memories, and in places so private she couldn’t express them in words.

“Mmmm . . . Maybe you two should make me cum my brains out, then we can get some breakfast and maybe find a fan of mine to spread the love with . . .? Mmm maybe we could go back to my hotel room, I have a hottie waiting there, a reporter . . .” Sylvia screamed as a slick finger found its way along her clit, making her hips buck eagerly.

“A reporter, huh . . .? Sounds delicious. I used to get interviewed every so often. Reporters hear all sorts of things, they know all sorts of things. I bet you could show her a little of the inspiration I’ve shared with you, and we could all be one lovely writhing mass of flesh together . . .” Yana purred into Sylvia’s ear before nipping down to her neck, moaning as she rubbed her breasts against Sylvia. “We could do it together . . . some . . . bonding. There are so many things I want to share with you, so many fun, fun things. How does that sound to you?”

Sylvia screamed louder as she clenched around two of Aniela’s fingers that thrust deep inside of her. Her eyes opened wide as her back arched high off the bed. “Yesss! Let’s! I want it! I want it all! Share everything, give me everything you want to give, but first make me cum!”

Yana grinned as she nibbled along the singer’s neck, savoring each musical whimper and whine of pleasure. “Your wish, is my command . . . I’ll share everything with you, and Nebby . . . there is so much to share.”