The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Lady holds me close, and slowly caresses down my hair again and again. It makes me feel like a pet, like a favorite pet, and it feels warm. Nothing has ever made me feel so cherished . . . My face is nestled between her bare breasts, but it’s not sexual, it’s just . . . tender. Something about it feels so new, but I can remember having felt this before, and it felt nice then . . .

It takes awhile, but eventually She stops petting my hair and looks down into my eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful, so deep, no real color . . . Yet they aren’t The Lady’s eyes at all, they’re . . .

I stumble away from her, falling backwards and looking up, and Yanuka grins, looking down into my eyes. She reaches up, and pulls out a pen, holding it out to me with a mockingly concerned look on her face. “Oh Sarah, there’s been a big mistake . . . You see, I’m afraid we can’t let you pass go, can’t let you collect two hundred dollars . . . You were better off as a hot little spark puppet like The Domina is! Have a look!”

Yanuka’s hand waves across the room and I follow it worriedly. I know I need to see what she wants to show me. I don’t have a choice, I just have to look and cross my fingers that it’s not as bad as I dread it will be . . . and it’s not, it’s not worse it’s . . .

Oddly beautiful.

The Domina is up on a shelf all of her own, a small shelf that is only long enough to be under both of her feet spread shoulder length apart. Her arms are held over her head with shining silver chains that blend well with her beautiful skin. Her head is bowed, and besides the band keeping her hair up, The Domina is absolutely nude.

From the looks of her body, she’s enjoying it. Her nipples are the color they only turn when they’re just aching to be suckled in the best itching of ways, and her juices flow down her thighs and then down her legs slowly. Her pussy, looking just like mine, is smooth and flush . . .

At her navel is a small red jewel, and Yanuka slowly steps up to right beside her shelf. “See? Just like I was going to make you. Just as fun on the shelf as she ever was in my arms . . .” The tip of her finger hits the jewel and The Domina makes a loud cry, as sparks and long arcs of silver energy flow over her body. Her head pulls up ad her neck arches out, her eyes a blank, solid metallic silver, with rows of energy running over them. Her mouth is twisted into a perfect oval, her hips are arched, she looks like she’s enjoying every single millisecond . . .

“That could have been you . . .” An image flashes in my mind of me being up there right beside her, still silver, still able to spark, with a blue gem in my navel. When she pressed it, it did the same, but I cried out even louder, it looked like I was cuming like a machine gun, gushing, flowing out . . .

“But no . . . You get a bad heart . . . And desires for women who will never, ever return your affections in full . . .” Yanuka motions on one side of her, and then the other . . . First Jade appears in a flash of dark green light, looking at me half in fear and half with desire . . . To Yanuka’s left appears Valerie, dressed as the beautiful doctor she is, appearing in a slow roll out of purple mist, looking afraid, cautious, but in her eyes, I could see . . . “Neither of them . . . not for you, Sarah. Not for you.”

Tears well up in my eyes and my whole body tenses as I stare in fright. My own older self tied to the wall, the women that I know I crave to be closer to looking so unable to ever get half as close as I would need them to get . . . “This isn’t real! This can’t be real! None of it is real!”

Yanuka’s grin only grows, and she slowly steps forward. “You’re right. None of this is real. None of it. How much of Valerie was even real? How much of your own memories are real . . .? Did Chronos ever even happen, or was it jut a group project for Mystic, Jade, and Dust’s thesis? Seeing just how well they could break you, twist your memories, make you think all those things . . . Maybe I’m the final test to see if you really can distinguish reality or not . . .

“Maybe you just failed.”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! You’re not real! You’re another bad dream and I won’t let you ruin my life! I’m a woman! I deserve to have a life I deserve . . . I . . .” My chest tightens up and I let out a loud cry as I feel something growing inside of it. It keeps getting bigger, bigger, with no room in my chest for expansion.

Just when I feel I’m about to burst, Yanta steps up to me and grabs a zipper just below my collar bone to open up my chest, and pulls out another of those rods . . . “Your heart is a ticking time bomb, and it’s even got a prize inside! You need to realize that you are not a person anymore, but a broken toy! Now, should I waste the time to actually fix you or should I just throw you to the wolves?”

A few feet away all five members of the Slut Squad stand, waiting. They take turns licking their own lips, and putting on bibs. Who knows what they’ll do, who they’ll sell me to, the profit they’ll make and where it will go . . . Caress grins and waves slowly. “Hey, don’t worry, we can’t have another fight, doctor’s orders!”

Aura runs her hands over her own body as the whole world changes, covered with mirrors, all showing me grabbing at my open chest, trying to zip it closed as Glimmer chuckles. The doctor grins silently, holding out a cup of something to drink . . . and Whisper just hums a haunting little tune.

It’s just a nightmare, I know it’s a nightmare, I just need to, just need to . . . “Wake up? Why would you want to wake up? Always seemed to prefer things dusty anyway . . .” From behind, I hear Dust’s voice, and her fingers grab my hair and wrench my head to the side against my shoulder. Her darkly painted lips press to my ear, and I’m sure she’ll leave big black lip prints behind. “Welcome to my dusty world . . .”

“N-no Dust, this is im . . . import . . .” My pleas don’t even slow her as she breaths a hard stream of cool air full of dust into my ear. I can feel it, filling me up, melting my mind, and then soaking into that melted hunk . . . “Nnnn . .. mmmmm . . .”

“Good girl . . . Nothings more important than Her . . . And you took Her away from us . . . It’s time to take every precious memory away from you . . . and replace it with dust . . .”

“Nooo—”

“—Oooooo!!!” I wake up, and my body is drenched with sweat. My throat is sore, and my head . . . I must have moved enough in my sleep that I’m not sore from that, but I feel horrible. That dream . . .

“Are you alright?!” The door flies open, and a nurse is standing in the doorway, panting, dark brown hair in horrible disarray. There’s no way to guess how far she ran how quickly to get to my room incase something had gone wrong. If I’d even remembered to scream, no one would have gotten to me half that quickly at that other hospital . . .

Still lightly shaking and trying to wipe away my sweat I nod. My whole body is cold and shaking, teeth chattering as I try to keep myself more or less still. “Y-yeah . . . I had a really bad dream, probably . . . Probably had something to do with that vial, I got, this gang . . . they drugged me . . .”

“Doctor Raine’s new patient, right? Say no more, the details don’t sound like they’ll be very pleasant . . . So just let me get you some milk out of one of he vending machines. It’s probably warm enough to knock you right back out . . .” The nurse’s genuine smile makes me smile too, and though the dream is still haunting me, I feel a little better.

I beat the dream. The dream didn’t beat me . . . Right?

“Thanks . . .! I might forget your name, but if I have to see you again . . .” I motion my hand in the cliché “please tell me your name” motion and she smiles a little more.

She’s rather pretty, not what I would wish for if I was going for a naughty nurse, but a good figure, nice hair, a pretty face, and not a bit of her looks plastic. The nurse uniform isn’t one of those small white things with the cute hat, but if that was changed then I might just make her my wish nurse . . . “My names Gale. I’ve been working here for maybe seven years? Doctor Raine hasn’t been here that long but she’s a great doctor. What she lacks in experience she makes up for in enthusiasm and genuine caring. You couldn’t be in better hands.”

My hand still remember how squeezing hers felt, and it brings a smile to my face before I even realize it’s there. I don’t know how much of what happened actually happened, but enough did. My memories aren’t riddled with holes, it was just a nightmare inspired b what Valerie said about that drug . . .

“I got the feeling she was a wonderful doctor. I might need surgery, so I’ll admit I’m more than a little scared, but . . .” Until I said that out loud, I hadn’t remembered that. Surgery. The chamber that used to power my special ability was probably going to kill me if it wasn’t extracted, and the sooner the better. No matter how thin my blood was eventually it could become a real problem, and then I could wind up . . .

But if I can find a way, a way to get my sparks back, and I don’t have that chamber to house it anymore . . . I’ll . . . I’ll wish I were dead . . .

“You’ll be okay . . .” Gale steps over to me and picks up a clipboard, looking it over. “Sarah. Sorry, I’ve got way too many patients . . . Hopefully you won’t have to stay too long. Surgery isn’t as scary as it sounds . . . and hey, don’t I know you from somewhere . . .?”

Gale leans just a little bit closer for a second and narrows her eyes in that trying to recognize me sort of way. I can’t possibly think of where I would know her from. Granted, we live in the same city, but it’s a big city, I haven’t really gone out very much except for patrols and such since I joined Chronos, before that I used to work at the Diner . . .

Oh, shit. This is becoming far too coincidental for my tastes. “You really remind me of someone, but it’s like I’ve never seen you outside of some kind of uniform. Were you a cop or something? I can’t quite . . .”

I laugh nervously and look around slowly before I even feel the blush spread out and over my face like a wildfire. “I’m really not that memorable, and I got no clue where you know me from, hun . . . but I hope that’s not too disappointing, because I mean, I recognize you, from when you walked into my room and all!”

She snaps her fingers and grins in a crafty sort of way, laughing victoriously. “I know where I know you from! You used to work at Linda’s Diner . . . You were that pretty silver skinned waitress who would always smile at everyone who came in and never botched a single order! What’d they used to call you back then . . . Silver, right? Last I heard Linda was still worried sick about you, you just sort of disappeared. She heard rumors, but never saw you . . .”

“Things sort of . . . spiraled out of control . . . I guess I’ll need to go and pay her a visit once I get all better, huh? Think she wouldn’t be too upset?” Linda was always a sweetheart, but I never just disappeared for over a year before.

It must be strange to everyone who tried to get a hold of me. How would they react to the truth? The news wouldn’t be a good way for the world to find out, though it would add credibility to me. Besides just wanting to stay low and hidden, there is always the issue that like it as not . . . I am a criminal. Not all of what I did was because of The Lady’s programming . . . I recruited people, I did mercenary work that couldn’t all be legal . . .

Vigilantism is one thing, but . . .

How much can I blame on what was done to my mind . . .? How much of me is, well, me? Have all of my moments of thoughtfulness since She programmed me been influenced by that programming, even since it was supposedly plucked out of my mind?

Gale waves her hand in front of my face with a worried frown. “Silver? You lost in your own little world or do I need to get Doctor Raine in here to make sure you’re okay?”

“No!” I really don’t need to see Doctor Raine. I embarrassed myself so bad with her, drugged or not! She probably doesn’t want to even be seen near me after I acted like such a whore! It wasn’t my fault, at least not entirely, and she’d know that, consciously, but would it matter any deeper than that . . .?

“No, sorry, I just . . . A lot has happened to me, a lot. I don’t know where I stand, I don’t know where I should stand . . .” Struggling for a moment with a tired body I force myself to sit up on my elbows and look up worriedly at Gale. “If the only time you ever felt like you were doing the right thing, that you were making a difference, that you had a family that loved you, was when you were on the side everyone calls evil, doing some things that most definitely must make you evil . . . What do you do?”

Gale looks like I just asked her a math problem that took up an entire blackboard and was expecting her to do it all in her head instantaneously as if she were the bat computer or something. I honestly can’t say I blame her, the question is pretty loaded . . .

Still, I need someone to answer me, someone who actually looks and feels older than me, someone who will understand more of the world . . .

After thinking about it a bit more, she looks around the room, and then looks down into my eyes. “You were a member of that company Chronos, weren’t you? It’s all over the news, all sorts of things about money, mind control, sexual slavery, the works. You were working for them, weren’t you?”

My blood turns to ice and I freeze. My whole body feels stiff, from my face to the tips of my toes. This is bad. This is worse than bad. This is horrible. She knows way too much, she’s way too smart . . .

Shit.

“I . . . Please, please don’t tell anyone, my whole life is ruined, I have nothing, I lost Her, I lost my family, I . . . I . . . " Tears well up in my eyes again, but I try to stay strong. An agent of Chronos shouldn’t look like a broken down helpless little girl when she’s confronted with a question like that. It’s not as if I’m ashamed of it. That time was the best time in my life . . .

I’m not ashamed, am I?

“Well . . .” Gale takes a thoughtful look to her face, and then takes a step back. “If anyone asks, I didn’t recognize you. I had a vague hunch you were involved in something dangerous. If they show me a picture and discuss how you used to be silvery, I’ll reference Linda. You can decide the philosophical stuff yourself, and figure out how to sleep at night on your own. How’s that for a deal?”

Very slowly I nod, but it feels way too quick. I must be feeling lightheaded again . . . “Sounds like a better deal than I could ever hope for . . .”

She smiles and reaches forward, ruffling up my hair before starting to step back towards the door. “Well, you have it. Just be careful, and try to feel better. And consider it a part of the deal that if you feel up to it, work at Linda’s again. We all miss you down there. For now, I have other patients . . .”

It’s hard not to smile back, so I don’t try, and wave back at her as she walks out.

Everything is a whole lot more complicated than I wanted it to be, and can I really have that surgery? Can I really lose the chance of ever sparking again?

Do I want the sparks so I can be Silver Girl again, or so I can be Silver again?

Sighing, I lay back down and close my eyes, shifting onto my side to try and sleep. I’m not well enough to deal with all of this yet, and the way things look, I might never be.