The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My birthday dinner was two weeks ago, and I hardly noticed the time going by. It’s embarrassing yet relieving at the same time. Two weeks that should have been spent figuring out what to do next were lost in deciding the color of my bike, and just spending time with Lida and Susan.

Sure, Susan had to go to work some of the time, but that just gave Lida and I time to talk.

The pain in my chest hasn’t ever gotten nearly as bad as before I got the pendant so it must be working. If it’s not working, then my health must be improving. Either way I’m a clear winner. My life is not going to end because of some heart condition.

It’s like Jade said—none of us heroines are going to go in our beds.

The bike is going to be delivered today, and I can hardly wait. It’s not standard for such a delivery, but apparently Lida had some connections. An Italian name I’d never heard before and can’t think of how to pronounce it again since was brought up and I have the feeling it was an alias of hers.

One of my mothers is a school teacher, and the other is a reformed criminal. Luckily the reformed criminal makes it that much easier for me to be a heroine again. Her connections were able to help us make it so the records for the bike would be lost.

Even though it’s a fake and due to the nature of its use it doesn’t need to have one, the license plate is there and reads “Patina.”

Last time, I was a much more legal kind of superhero, the kind that doesn’t need to be policed. This time around, I can’t afford to work inside of the system. I know what working inside of the system can do to you. This is something I have to do alone. The dangers of a vigilante are dangers I happily welcome compared to winding up back in a lab with wires in my pussy.

Just sitting in my room, my old room, I stare out the window. it’s a cold but sunny day, clear and full of possibilities. In a few hours I’ll be testing out my bike, and going to run a very important errand that will make or break my decision.

Even after that, I’m going to need a lot of practice before I go on my merry way back to Midas. I need time to train. There’s not going to be any net to catch me, so I can’t pretend I don’t need to prepare.

Maybe staying here with my mothers wouldn’t be such a bad thing. There’s plenty to do in Coredellia, and it’s not too far a ride to civilization where I could brush up on the skills I can’t practice here. I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll get a better feel for where to go next after tonight.

“Sarah . . . Can I come in?” Susan’s voice shakes me out of my inner monologue and I yawn at the feeling of waking up from daydreams to reality. “It’s nothing serious; I just want to talk to my daughter before her fancy new bike shows up. . .”

“Of course! Come on in, mom!” Slowly I look from the window to the door and try to seem less contemplative. Whenever I think too deeply, people always tell me that I look sad. If that’s true or not, it’s always worried my mother and I don’t want to worry her now. It’s bad enough that as soon as I can keep my bike vertical I plan on leaving.

Susan opens up the door, and slowly steps in just like she did from as far back as I could remember. She always respected my privacy and personal space even when we both knew I was doing something wrong. She thought it was better I learn why she didn’t want me doing things than I feel scared of her and with no place to call my own.

Slowly I stand up and twirl just once, grinning. “I’m so excited! I really am. They really could make the bike a tarnished silver color? I’m amazed . . . I mean, I know they’re fancy, but . . .”

Mom steps closer, laughing and shaking her head before wrapping her arms around me in a hug. “Sweetheart, they found it a challenge and were delighted by it. I’m sure you’ll end up doing something to make it even more the Patina-Cycle in time, but at least let me take credit for giving you a damned good framework to start off with. Han couldn’t have upgraded the Falcon that much . . .”

No one who ever meets Susan wonders where my nerdiness came from.

Smiling I hug closer and rest my head on her shoulder. I’m a little bit taller than her, but that’s okay. Just being close and rocking with her will always be comforting. She smells like family, she feels like family, she is family . . . And not even mind control can change that.

“True, true . . . And I don’t want to change it much. I’m not rich enough to make it have a cloaking device. I don’t want it to have guns attached or lasers and a hypno wheel in the headlight would be dangerous to me as it would be for anyone driving in front of me. The most outlandish thing I could see myself doing to it is giving it some sort of speed boost feature. If I ever get a network of help and the like, getting a sophisticated communication system would be nice, too.” The fact that those thoughts are all what feels like thoughts a mature super heroine would have makes me blush.

“Crazy little daughter . . .” Susan slowly pulls back, and looks into my eyes worriedly and apologetically before brushing some hair out of my face. For a moment, the look of concern, the smoothness of her face, the way her body is still so close to mine . . . it all makes me yearn . . . but I’m getting better at fighting the impulses off.

If the mind is a muscle, then it must be able to get stronger. If it’s not a muscle, then people shouldn’t compare it to one so much. It just makes people like me wrong if it comes up in conversation.

“So when are you going to leave? I don’t mean to be cold, and I don’t want you to go, but you’re going to. I just want to be prepared so we can be on good terms this time when you leave. Not that last time wasn’t my fault . . .” she smiles and kisses my forehead ever so gently. “You know, peach is a good look for you.”

A pang of guilt hits me and I can’t help but noticeably wince. Of course my mom would realize I’ll be leaving soon. I’ve been pacing so much lately and my ambitions for Patina can’t be achieved in anything less than Midas.

But I have to work my way up to that . . . Maybe I could go on a road trip, righting what once went wrong, always hoping that the next day I’ll be ready for the trip home to Midas?

Sighing I close my eyes and pretend I’m invisible as I respond. “Soon. Once I get a handle on the bike and take her and myself for a little test drive . . . I’m going to pay Jessica a little visit. I don’t know if I ever told you about her. She was my first girlfriend in Midas. She couldn’t stand that I risked my life every night, we broke up . . . and she moved to a suburb not too far from here.”

“I trust you Sarah, but you need to be careful. You can stay here as long as you want. It’s almost been a month, maybe you should stay a month. Maybe you should stay two months, until we’re sure the pendant and the heart medication won’t conflict . . .” Susan’s voice gains a desperate quality before she sighs and kisses my forehead again.

She doesn’t mean to give me mixed signals, she’s just afraid her little girl is going to get herself killed or worse. Frankly, I can’t blame her. That doesn’t mean I can let it stop me. Slowly she pulls back after a tight squeeze and I open up my eyes.

Her smile returns, slowly, and I can see in her eyes all of the confidence she really does have in me. “Mom, if I stay for two months, I’ll never leave. I need to get a handle on being my own, and I can’t do it here. I just can’t. I was never myself in this town. Sure, in Midas I was a parody of myself and then a mutation, but here . . . No. This town is where I was a kid, and I need to be an adult.”

Pride shines in her eyes and she laughs before ruffling up my hair and shaking her head. “Too melodramatic, far too much like your other mother . . . Lida is going to miss you so much. You promise to visit, right? And send us letters? And call? And make sure if we hear about Patina on the news we don’t have to go to the hospital to recover from heart attacks?”

I laugh and hug her tight, nodding and looking into her eyes. “I promise. I’ll be a good daughter this time.”

“You were a good daughter befo—” The door knocks, not loudly, but quickly, and Susan and I both laugh. “Yes, Lida? If you’re looking for the soda it’s in the fridge, and if you’re looking for more booze, there isn’t any!”

“There is too!” Lida huffs through the door before open it and as it does we all share a sitcom like laugh. “But no, the delivery men are here! Good, you even dressed for it today! Throw on your boots and lets go, Lucia. Even if I know you can’t go full speed on her yet I want to see you on an authentic Italian motorcycle. We could sell pictures to magazines.”

Susan laughs more, rolling her eyes and pulling me out of my room. Once I’m to the door, Lida helps mush me to the front door that’s wide open. “Hey, hey! Come on! I can walk on my own two feet with decent ability!”

Out in front of the house is a decent sized truck with a trailer behind it. The trailer is a complete enclosure and not too much bigger than a small moving van. Then again, a bike really doesn’t take up that much space. It’s one of the perks that comes with the downside of not being inside of a tin can but just clinging to one for dear life. “Here she is boys! Come on, pull ‘er out!”

I’ve never heard Susan sound like that before, but then again, she knew enough about bikes to get a Ducati. Maybe there’s more about her than I know. It wouldn’t surprise me, she always seemed a bit too mild mannered.

Laughing, the two men waiting on either side of the trailer pull open the doors, and then lower down the ramp. My jaw nearly hits the ground.

I don’t know the words for how to describe this gorgeous piece of soon to be crime fighting equipment, but its so gorgeous, sleep, and it just looks and screams fast. All of it is so perfectly rounded and sleek, and the color is perfect. It’s tarnished silver shell looks so light over it, yet so firm, curving so perfectly around the headlight in front, the handlebars just begging to be grasped . . . and I’m sure anyone seeing me climb up onto it will get a gorgeous look at my ass if I dress in anything especially tight.

I look forward to that.

“The customized Sport 1000S made just for Sarah Lucia LaSilvas . . . You already have the keys, right? We have an extra set just in case but here she is.” The two men, their details really don’t stand out besides that they look more like members of a construction crew dressed for stealth on the street than anyone with mob ties.

Then again, their overall facial structure, eyes, hair, postures, and voices do sound like they could fit in with such an operation, knowingly or unknowingly. The Lady had her fair share of helpers who had no clue, why should this be any different?

As soon as the bike is settled down on her kickstand and the men step back, I dash and hop on. Lucky for me, the thing s sturdier than I could have hoped and even if I don’t land perfectly at the most comfortable angle, the bike doesn’t tip and I could start her up in a moments notice.

Well, I’d need to slide in the key, but that’ll take some getting used to. No one ever slides in a key in the movies, but the movies are not reality.

That fact is as good as it is bad.

I stroke over the grips of the handles, feeling so stupid that I don’t know what more than half of the bike is called, and melt my body against it. My new outfit is going to need to be tighter and slinkier than the last one or it just won’t be comfortable. Unlike any bike I ever imagined riding, this one has me feeling much closer to it. I imagine in a pinch I could lean back and arch higher up, but I don’t see myself particularly wanting to.

Of course, two thirds of being a super heroine at least involve things one would not want to do if they were given a choice. That is something I can attest to having experienced time and time again.

I close my eyes and inhale, just imagining the scents of Midas surrounding me. It would be so glorious to feel that again right now in this instant, the rush of the traffic around me, the stench of pollution mingling with the sweet scent of protected innocence . . .Home. This might be the place I grew up, but it’s not home.

Midas is home.

“Susan . . . I love it . . .” I lean back and then slide off of the bike with a big, bright smile. “I just love it, so damned much! I need to take it for a test drive, I need to so badly . . .”

My mothers laugh and the men grin approvingly as I slide my keys out from my ass pocket. “I know w should probably all celebrate this, but with some of the business I have planned, well . . .”

Lida just smirks and slowly shakes her head. “Don’t worry. We won’t wait up.”

“Wait!” The key is already in place, and I just am itching achingly to turn the damned thing, but I wait. Susan got it for me, after all, I can stop and wait for a minute. Susan runs up to me, and holds up a helmet, and then plunks it down forcefully over my head. The brief glimpse I got of it was black, solid black, and the visor seems to be the kind of glass that tints or brightens as needed.

Nice.

“Kill yourself on your birthday present and I swear I’ll bring you back just to ground you.” We all laugh, mom, mom, the delivery men, and I. It is pretty damned funny.

With a gulp I sigh and realize yet again I was stuck in comic-book think. Going a hundred down the road would not be a good idea, especially when I’m not really the most experienced. I’ve driven one before, and I was a natural, but still . . . I’ll be obeying traffic laws for at least a year. After that, we’ll see.

Laughing, I shake my head and click the key before squirming into place. “Don’t worry, I’ll survive . . . And I’ll make you proud.”

Arching more against the bike I kick out the kickstand, and we’re on our way. Slow at first, then faster and faster till I get used to her. She handles like a dream, turns gorgeously, and I find myself needing to look down at the speedometer to see how quick I’m actually going. It just feels like cleaving through air at a million miles pretty quick.

I’ll get used to that though, I’ll need to. Even if I end up going back to the rooftops having a real mode of transportation never hurt.

Who ever heard of a super heroine calling a cab?

It takes me longer than I had wanted to, but I manage to get to Jessica’s apartment building without too much time getting lost. The bike really does handle like a dream. Driving a bike is a lot more active of an activity though, so I definitely will be spending the night if my plan is successful.

Frankly, if it’s not . . .

It’s strange. I can never remember the exact age of my mother, but the number of Jessica’s apartment stings in my mind brighter than any other thought. Three fifteen. The letters shine in front of me in the dim light of the hallway. In my mind I can perfectly recall the night she told me she was leaving Midas. She already had a new apartment. She already had a new plan.

Her new plan didn’t have room for an old girlfriend that was going to get herself killed.

Steeling myself I sigh and knock on the door very slowly but not too loudly. I hope she’s home. I need her to be home. This is the test to see if my own new plan has any validity even if it could be a false positive or an early negative.

The silence after my hand falls to my side is killing me. I can’t feel the rapidly speeding cell growth, but I can imagine it fairly well. All I want is for her to open the door and recognize me, or not. I wasn’t really Silver back when we were together. I had the silver hair and the silver eyes, but my skin was still mostly peachy, it took awhile after that for myself to start turning into the metallic beauty I used to be.

No response.

A part of me wants to knock again, but I resist the urge just narrowly. What I’m going to do, I need to do just perfectly. Nervously I let my right hand grasp the silver teardrop hanging from around my neck. The chain feels so strong and firm at a tug that I know it would take something more than an accidental pull to break it.

Lida wouldn’t give me a sort of life support system with a weak chain.

Just as I’m about to turn away, I can hear the deadbolt thrown back, the chain removed from the door, and then it slowly slides open. “Sarah . . . ? Is that you . . . ? You look way different than the last time I saw you on T.V. or in the newspaper . . .”

Jessica . . . She actually . . . “You watched?” The door opens more, and Jessica stands in the door way. Her creamy chocolate skin catches the light of the hallway just perfectly, and behind her I see nothing but darkness which only makes her more alluring. Her too-green eyes stand out so strikingly, and it takes so much to stop myself from embracing her.

“I was the one who gave you your suit, silly . . . I needed to make sure you took good care of it. Plus I only said I couldn’t stand to watch you get yourself killed. I never said that I wanted you to get killed when I wasn’t looking . . .” She opens the door wider, and steps to the side before motioning me in.

An unexpected hurtle makes me stutter as I step in. “It’s really, really nice to see you again Jessica. I’ve thought about you a lot since you left Midas . . .” I really have missed her, and being so close to her now as we both stand in the doorway for a brief moment before I step in makes me realize how much I want her.

That can be arranged, without disrupting my plans.

Just slightly as I can, I press my hip to hers, and walk in to look around slowly. The apartment is well decorated, with posters, pictures, potted plants, and appliances. If she’s anything like she used to be, I know that in her bedroom or a spare room is nothing but clothing supplies. This room is just clean to give her the appearance of tidiness.

Jessica smiles in a vaguely nervous sort of ay, and moves to turn on a light. The only light I can see is a television in the next room, and it’s muted. “I’ve thought about you too, Sarah. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t bare the sight of you risking your life every day, and then when I’d heard about your run in with the gang I worried I should have stayed there for you, but that wouldn’t have turned out for the best anyway . . .”

“No, I don’t think so either . . .” Smiling, I let Jessica lead me to her living room. Sure enough, there in the middle of the room is a span of fabric looking messy in an otherwise clean room. The couch is inviting, so I plop down gracefully.

Idly, the thought occurs to me that I should have brought my helmet with me, but I’m sure the very helpful night watchwoman of the apartment’s garage will make sure nothing happens to it.

“You dropped off the face of the earth. There are so many theories about what happened to Silver Girl it’s not even funny. The fact that you disappeared around the same time that Chronos company got busted has some people thinking you were a victim. Other people think being a super heroine is just dangerous work and you either chose to take a vacation, retire, or you had that choice made for you . . .”

Lightly, I shrug and chew on my lower lip softly. “I don’t really want to talk about what happened. It’s a long, convoluted story. Suffice it to say, besides being powerless as an accountant, I’m okay.”

Jessica sits beside me and holds one of my hands in hers, squeezing softly. “I’m glad. I’m really glad. Thinking of you falling off of one of those roofs, or being taken down protecting a woman trying to get home from Linda’s . . .”

Sighing, I slowly move closer to Jessica, and twist my chest in just such a way as to make the light catch on my silver teardrop and smile as Jessica notices. Good. This is going well. “No need to worry about that now. I’m safe, you’re safe . . . It’s just the two of us here . . .” Maybe that came on a bit strong, but Jessica seems more than willing to believe that’s the end and all that we need to worry about

She always was so trusting . . .

“We are safe, and I’m glad about that . . . We shouldn’t do anything to drastic, we both agreed it was a good idea I left Midas, and I can’t imagine you’ve hung up your boots for good. It just doesn’t seem like something that you would be able to do.” Jessica’s eyes keep being drawn back to the pendant, and I keep twisting, and squirming closer, trying to push out my chest to make it seem like my breasts are what keeps grabbing her attention and not the pendant.

“Me too . . . So why don’t you let me make us feel even safer, here together? Just you, and me . . . Why don’t you relax? This isn’t about starting our relationship over . . . This is the two of us ending things the right way this time . . .” Slowly I shift and half hold her face in my hand, looking deep into her eyes. “Trust me. Let me do this, for you, for us.”

Something about the situation makes Jessica squirm even more than she already was starting to, and her eyes glaze in the most delicious of ways. “O-okay . . . You’re so much more firm, so much less hesitant . . . I like that . . .”

Holding the back of her head with my other hand I lean back, and slowly guide her head to rest against my breasts with her eyes training on my pendant. It catches the light so perfectly, and I truly don’t think Lida would have enchanted it to do that. My training at Chronos actually paid off . . .

“I like that too, Jessica. Now, just relax, and lay against me. Let me keep you safe, her, inside of your own apartment, but with a woman who specializes at keeping women safe.” My voice slowly shifts into a more and more relaxing tone, and Jessica’s eyes glaze even more as she slowly writhes against me. Not everyone will be this easy, but Jessica deep inside wants this . . . That makes it a lot easier. “You like my new pendant, don’t you . . .?”

She nods and sighs, her arms half closing around me as she presses closer, and her eyes stay cutely half opened. “Mmhmm, its pretty, shines . . .”

“It does shine . . . And the longer you watch it, the more it’ll help you shine . . . The more it will help the inside of you shine, inside of your eyes, shine, shine, shining away and letting yourself relax . . . Letting me protect you . . . Letting me make you safe . . .” Her body noticeably slumps, and I sigh at the feeling of her warm body growing limp against me.

Jessica is the lithe type of woman who can be twenty pounds underweight for her size and look healthy, feel healthy, and be healthy. Her curves are perfect, and while her chest may be smaller than mine, her slightness makes them seem more impressive.

They’ve always felt impressive being pressed against me.

“Just shine, little darling . . . Shine, shine and let me take control of everything . . . Shine, and let me do what’s best for the both of us . . . Shine . . .” Her body squirms so close to mine and her eyes flutter at each use of the word. Already I can feel her reactions reminding me of victims I only primed with my silver sparks . . . She really wanted this, she really did.

“Shine . . .” I’ve heard of susceptible subjects, but . . . Some part of this makes me think that either maybe the gentle sparkling I’d given her before made her susceptible to me, or . . . “Shine . . .”

“That’s right Jessica . . . Now . . . Just stare at Sarah’s pretty little pendant . . . Tonight, we’re going to play . . . Relax . . . and Rest . . . Tomorrow, you’re going to help me again, like you did before . . . aren’t you . ..?”

“Mmhmm . . .” Jessica’s voice sighs mewlingly as I can feel the last of her slacken. It will take some time to make sure she’s deem enough for met o feel comfortable, but I always wanted a private tailor. A super heroine can’t have people knowing who had who make them their outfit . . .