The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Aurora pins me down to my bed. I quiver and wrap my legs around hers. She feels so warm against me. She feels so strong against me. I know she could make the electricity melt out of her metal instantly.

She could always overpower me, but she waits for me to want it. She waits for me to need it. She waits . . .

Something in her eyes doesn’t look like she’s waiting to take control. Her hand caresses my cheek as her lips faintly twitch. She wants to kiss me. She’s not resisting for her sake. She’s holding back to do what I want. She’s not teasing herself, she’s teasing me because it’s what I crave. She’d do anything for me. I always knew it was true, but I never saw that softness in her eyes before.

Her forehead presses to mine, and then her lips press to mine. “I love you Sylvia . . .”

“Mmmmm wake up Sylvia . . .”

“We have to get out of bed eventually, Sylvia.” Dianne has such a pretty voice when she’s playfully acting authoritarian. “And it’s not very easy to get out of bed when you’re pinning me down. The longer we stay in bed, the higher chance we’ll end up having another go of it. You’ll want to get out of bed even less.”

“Awww but you’re so comfy!” Giggling I nuzzle into her chest and squeeze myself as close to her as I can. She’s made me feel so much like me to a point where I feel like me can be whoever the hell I want. I feel free. I feel uninhibited with her. I feel . . . amazing. My lips are too close to her skin for me to be able to resist sparing a kiss, so I don’t even try.

My lips sizzle with a cosmic taste of silvery stars amethyst mist, and she moans in bliss. I love tasting her happiness in my mind, and it sends shudders down my spine and makes my thighs clench. I love how special and pure it feels even when it’s a naughty bliss. It feels good to be a good guy.

Or good gal. That just doesn’t sound right . . .

I find myself lost in her hazel eyes. I could just stare down into them all day. Waking up on the floor was fun even if I had to spend some extra time convincing myself the dream meant nothing. Playing on the floor before rolling into bed and playing there was the best way to wake up. It wasn’t the best way to make the day productive, but I don’t mind that much. Productive just makes me think of touring and how point a to point b that was. I want to savor Dianne. Her beautiful pale skin, her golden hair, her adorably small lips—they’re all perfect. They’re all so soft. They’re all so her.

Living at home, or what used to be home, I never felt overly protective of anyone. I was the older sister, but the thought of protecting Aurora from anything is hilarious. If it’s physical she can take it better than me, and if it’s emotional she won’t let anyone even see she needs a hand. Now, I want to protect Dianne. I want to be her heroine. I want to keep her safe.

Sarah trained Aurora, but no one trained Sarah. She didn’t even have a parent telling her old stories and giving her pointers. I think I can do it. I want to try.

Dianne playfully struggles under me for half a minute before pouting adorably. “Honestly, we do need to get up eventually. I don’t work today, but there are things I should probably do like shower. I should probably . . . I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t go out today. Miss Rowen probably would tell me to stay in. She’s my boss by the way.”

“Aaah. Nice cover. She’s the other woman, isn’t she?” I try to get a stern serious expression, but fail and end up giggling and nuzzling into her instead. “You don’t want to go out because of those women last night. I want to know why. I want to make you feel safe again. Last night was my first night on the job but I really liked it. It’s a rush that feels more important than just singing . . . It felt really exciting, and good to well, protect you.”

Her face turns an adorable dark red as she reaches up and wraps her arms around me. “I don’t want you to get hurt. She’s not a very nice woman, the one I pissed off. I was just looking out for Miss Rowen. I’ve been working for her for a long time, and she’s sort of like a mother to me. I only stumbled across everything by accident.”

“Tell me everything? I know last night was because I saved you but you saved me too. I was wallowing in self-pity until you stumbled out of that alleyway.” My lips press to her forehead as I ease out just enough of my power to be soothe her worry. It used to be difficult, but Aurora needed it so much sometimes that I got really good at it. Fuck. I really have to not think of her when I’m in bed with another woman. “So tell me. I’m one of those silly supers that goes around trying to save the world. I want the first person I make feel safe for more than just a night, to be you.”

She shakes against me. I hold her tighter. I hold her like I’ll never let go. Right now, I don’t think even Aurora could tear me away. Maybe something about being a heroine is genetic. Maybe these empathic shadows leave a permanent mark. I’m not sure; I am sure that I need to make her feel all right.

Dianne hides her face in my breasts. Her wet cheeks make me shiver as she pulls me tighter. I tenderly stroke her hair and shush her softly when she starts to sob. She sounds so scared. No one deserves to feel like she does right now.

“My boss, Miss Rowen . . . She’s a good woman, really. She’s a lawyer. I’m one of her assistants. She was investigating a company for any evidence of corruption. The books looked tight. I got worried. They were too neat. I did a little digging and found another firm’s report for some of the same time. There were mistakes, subtle ones. Hints of alteration. But I couldn’t find the writer of the report. Then Miss Blanc found me snooping. Emails . . . voice mails . . . telling me to stop looking.

“But I had to have something a little more. The mistakes were the kind easily dismissed with the excuse of ‘human error’. Decimal points. Digit order. Looks like it’s not a lot on paper, but means something more. I found proof that Miss Blanc’s books were rigged, a detailed explanation of how to hide the numbers . . .” Dianne sighs and squeezes me tighter.

“I’m sensing a ‘but . . .’ is due or you wouldn’t be so scared, right?” Whether she finds her life or Miss Rowen more important, it’s hard to tell. Strong work ethics like that exist, but it still worries me. It makes me infinitely curious.

Dianne nods against me. I was kinda hoping she wouldn’t even though I like being right. I guess snooping on Sarah and Aurora’s long talks is going to pay off after all. I don’t know how to handle a corrupt company, but I know how to protect a woman’s life and get the truth known. At least, I know how to do it in theory. Next time I won’t be so fortunate – Miss Blanc’s goons will know I exist.

Her lips press to my shoulder as her hands stroke along my back. “I put the information on my palmtop. I was on my way back to the office when her goons stole it from me and smashed it to bits. I don’t know a lot about computers, but I know once you break them in half they stop working.”

“Usually.“I press my lips against her forehead and leave them there. She exhales slowly with a mewl. I feel her relaxing against me. “Better than gray goo, anyway.”

“Gray what?” She looks up at me with big, adorably confused hazel eyes and I can’t resist giggling. “Whatever that means, it doesn’t matter. Miss Blanc will have cleaned up after herself better this time. She’s not stupid. She’s worked with way too many guilty-as-sin clients to not know how to play cleanup. I can’t just find a way to get the information back from the same place but . . . Honestly, I don’t think it’s worth trying. She’s got too many resources, too many supporters . . . I just don’t want to die.”

“Then you won’t.” I don’t know how I feel so confident that I can save her. If I have to find that bitch and fill her head with a constellation I’ll do it. There has to be a smarter approach, but I feel at a loss.

No matter what, she isn’t safe here in her apartment. Even if mine might be empty now since I left the door unlocked, it’d still be safer. I could keep her there while I tried to do something. I can’t just walk politely into Miss Blanc’s office. I’ll wind up like I did with Nina – if I’m lucky. A bullet, a song, they’d both stop me from protecting Dianne.

Maybe I don’t need to seek her out directly. That’s not how villains send messages. Why should heroes be so limited? It’ll be a lot easier than walking into her HQ.

I kiss my way down to her lips and rub my body against hers. She mewls, and her eyes have at least a glimmer of hope. “I . . . I believe you. What do we do then?”

“First, we shower. Without turning it into sex. Somehow. I’ll need your help to pull that one off.” I force myself to smile as brightly as I can. She laughs just liked I hoped. “Then we get you over to my place. You’re going to stay there. Call your boss, tell her what happened without telling her where you are – just in case. I’ll take a walk around and see what I can find.”

Dianne laughs and kisses the base of my neck. “You barely know the city. You’ll get lost. You have to take me with you. I can show you places, let you know where to go . . . if we go around in broad daylight and not in the middle of the night—”

“—It’ll be easy to throw a disposable nobody at you. Somebody that can be said to be as loyal to Miss Blanc as you are to your Rowen. She can claim it was outside of her control. Then she gets away with murder.” Damn, I am good at this paranoid thing. “But, if you know a good place where I could hit up a contact or two, that could be useful. Directions, too. Like you said, I am really clueless about the Big Apple.”

Dianne smiles and squeezes me more. Fuck does it feel good to be respected the way she respects me. She believes in me. This is like the rush before a show but on a whole new level. This must be how Valerie feels, too.

“Of course. First, you have a point. Her goons aren’t going to be happy with either of us, but they’d look here. Let’s get back to your apartment before we worry about what comes next, huh?” She kisses along my neck and it’s so hard to resist using my powers. I can feel them half-ready to melt her away.

I might be a protector, but my instincts are a predator’s instincts. At least it feels like that’s how my powers wished I viewed them. They almost feel alive inside of me now, able to grasp wisps of personality, fragments of memory, and make neither matter in an opponent.

Can such selfish motivations really lead to true justice . . .?

Without another thought I kiss Dianne as hard as I can and pull back with a grin. Right now, I’m not Sylvia for a whole new reason. I need to be Nebula. I need to be a symbol of hope and protection. I need to make her feel safe. “Let’s find some clothes and you can help me find the way back home. Then, I’ll start making sure no one ever finds you.”

It takes us over three hours to find my apartment. I took a very twisting, winding route yesterday. Was I looking for trouble or did I not want to stray too far? I’m not sure anymore. It doesn’t matter. We find my apartment easily enough and I’m just grateful that I could remember the street address.

Nina must have really drilled that little factoid in deep.

“Now, I wasn’t feeling very responsible yesterday before we met, so the door isn’t locked. Just in case I’ll go in first. I doubt anyone is in there, but I should make sure.” With a wink I close my fingers with a dramatic slowness around the knob, twist . . . and pull harder and quicker than I’ve ever pulled a door open. “Nikki! Heather, Leigh . . . Tasha . . . What the hell are the four of you doing in my apartment?! Did She get to the police?!”

Sitting on my couch, staring at me with very confused expressions, are the instrumental members of Symphonic Nebula. They’re dressed in the same clothes they wore to our first show, just like I am. We’re reunited.

“We came by and you weren’t here. Your door was unlocked. That isn’t very safe. We decided we’d house-sit until you got back. We were in the hallway for an hour, but you didn’t show.” Nikki stands up from the couch and starts to rub her arm just above her elbow. She makes a perfect leader for the band. She’s strong, beautiful . . .

“Hi Sylvia’s new friend. Sorry if we interrupted anything by being here!” Tasha smiles apologetically as she waves past me towards Dianne who at some point during my shock moved to stand beside me. “We were worried.”

Dianne’s elbow gently pokes into my side. She’s smiling in that classic told-you-so way that is immune to all argument. I never thought I would see any of them again. Why would they be worried about me? Why would they even care? The day we met I did such a horrible thing to all of them. I can’t make up for that by feeling bad about it. I can’t make up for that at all.

I keep opening my mouth to respond, but I can’t find the words. They just aren’t there. What response could possibly be powerful enough?

“We were afraid you might react like that. If it’s us breaking in and crashing, sorry. If you don’t believe it’s happening, well, it is. We all shared something very, very intense.” Heather steps up from the couch and rubs where she was sitting. “You look horrified. We’re safe. Promise. Nina Corvi is in jail or prison or something. She isn’t free, I can tell you that much.”

“You mean the four of you actually . . . You don’t blame me for what happened? I was twisting all of you for her. I conditioned you. I used my power against you, teased you . . .” I remember it all way too damn clearly. I broke Nikki’s strength. She had half a chance to escape all on her own.

Tasha shyly rubs her fingertips along the length of her green twin ponytails. How she gets them so identical every time, I’ll never know. “Hey, if anything, we were the ones that almost helped her steal your name. She would have broken or submerged our personalities all on her own. She didn’t need you for that. She just appreciated the help. Honestly, if you were to blame for anything, so’re we. We’re really sorry. We did come by with good news, though. Well, good if you say yes.”

Dianne pokes me in the ribs and I feel my face burning as tears start to fall from my eyes. They aren’t running away. They don’t blame me. They . . . care? We did share something very private, very unique, but they didn’t owe me anything for it. She would have found another voice sooner or later. Miss Strand would have found some vocalist from Midas eventually.

If they’re about to ask what Dianne thinks, and I’m betting they are, can I say yes now that I’ve tasted being a heroine? Can I really do both without costing loves or pissing off fans? I guess no one is perfect.

The part of me that tasted that limelight knows I’ll have to see if I can juggle it for myself. I’ve wanted to be a singer too long to give it up because of a new career opportunity. “So . . . what’s the news?” Damn I wish I could stop crying. I wrap an arm around Dianne for support, but the tears don’t stop.

“Well, Phoenix is dead. We’re getting paid still, which is no small amount of money, but the label is dead. Fine by me, since some good musicians were on the label and I don’t think I could ever give them back a cent.” Nikki’s smirk evaporates all my worries about misting away her spunk. “But that also means we’re free from the contractual obligations. We got an offer from another label. Twice as much. Which is ridiculous, but apparently we’re getting mad airplay. We’re even on MTV countdowns. Which makes me feel a little dirty to be honest.”

“Yeah. It sounds better the less you think about it . . .” I haven’t cried like this since Aurora got shot and didn’t die. I guess that means they’re family to me now. It would make sense, after what we’ve lived through together. I lost track of the weeks, but I sort of don’t want to remember just how long it’s been. Eventually, but not now. “Got room for a vocalist?”

Leigh laughs after wiping away some of her own tears. She runs up to me. Dianne only barely pulls away in time for her to hug me so tight it almost hurts. “I don’t think the four of us would feel right without you at center stage. It’s not conditioning talking, either. You tried to save us too, you know. We all got a little taste of you through that thing you do, that sparkly mist or whatever it is. You’re special. You’re sincere. Wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“And it’s kinda hard to be Symphonic Nebula without the Nebula part. Though I guess we probably shouldn’t call you that, huh?” Tasha sounds so guilty, but adorable at the same time. I hug Leigh a little tighter before moving over to hug Tasha.

“Actually . . .” I plop down on the couch and motion to Dianne. “Everybody, meet Dianne! Dianne, meet Nikki, Heather, Leigh, and Tasha. I met Dianne when I was out yesterday walking around New York alone with my apartment unlocked. I ended up finding her being threatened by a pair of goons for some chick named Miss Blanc. When I met her I sort of introduced myself as Nebula. My parents and my sister used to call me Nebula, then Nebby. I took the name back.”

Nikki grins and kisses my cheek. I don’t know just what I am to Dianne, or what she is to me, but even a simple kiss to the cheek makes me feel a little disloyal. I’ve only been in one real relationship. Maybe I should preemptively worry about being clingy.

I squeeze Tasha a little more before letting go. It feels good to be with them again. We really did forge a bond going through all of that together. It’s something we all understand without words.

Well, there’s that and the fact that we all know just how each other’s bodies work. I know every sensitive place to kiss to make each of them writhe. I don’t know their middle names, their third-grade teachers, or their favorite colors . . . but I know them. I know who they are underneath conscious thought. There’s a lot more to them, a hell of a lot more, but our bond is at a level most people never get to share.

Everyone exchanges hellos. Dianne is beaming. I guess letting her in on something like this is another level of intimacy, isn’t it? I probably shouldn’t wonder if she’d want to join in. I doubt they would. Hell, I don’t even think they were all lesbians before Nina got to them.

Now, I’d be a little offended if they weren’t at least bi.

“Good to hear. You’re a tough babe, Nebby. I don’t know if you know it.” Nikki’s smile promises me the world – or at least her world. I’ll need to figure out what the hell is going on with my relationship status.

“You know . . .” Dianne grins in a conspiratorial way, tapping a finger to her lips. “I bet after you help me out today, my boss would be more than happy to give you gals a favor in return. There’s not a lot she can do for a super heroine besides publicity. But a band? She can help get you gals hooked up with a good lawyer – which you should do before you sign anything – and I imagine the publicity angle couldn’t hurt either. I’m sure she’d have some better ideas than me. I’m just an assistant.”

The whole band grins. Oh yes, Symphonic Nebula is still in commission. All fears can now be put aside. This time I’ll even get to sing some of my own songs.

For already being a little famous, that shouldn’t feel so novel.

In the meantime, I have five women I’ve fucked hanging out together in my living room. LaSilvases wind up in the weirdest situations. At least I haven’t passed out today. I really do need to get around to saving the day. I meant to get that done.

“Good point, which gives me a great idea. Why don’t the five of you hang out here while I take care of putting the word out that Dianne is under protection? Nikki, you’re probably tough enough to kick some ass before they manage anything . . . and there’s safety in numbers, right?” I need to get out of here before I explode with needing to talk about what kind of relationship I’m in. Dreaming about Aurora was bad enough. Maybe I should call her cell some time soon . . .

Nikki grins. I know just how that grin makes her face feel. I know how good she feels when she grins that special way. Empathy is a very underrated ability, especially when it’s magical. “You bet. I am a tough bitch, aren’t I?”

“Only the toughest.” Leigh smiles coyly as she walks back over to the couch. “We’ll keep your friend occupied. Might be good to get to know each other, being your band and the . . .” She pauses as if looking for a tactful way to say something. I can’t resist smirking. “. . . assistant whose life you saved!”

At least it’s obvious what happened last night. Maybe they can have the relationship talk while I’m gone and then give me the notes from the meeting. I can’t say I’d particularly object to that. Then I won’t accidentally say Aurora’s name.

I stand up and smooth out my skirt before fluffing up my hair and letting a small bit of sparkling mist flow from my hands. “So, where should I go to get this taken care of?”

“Do you know where Fifth Avenue is?” Dianne raises an eyebrow. She knows the answer. It’s embarrassing. There was no reason to tease me like that. I shake my head and pout. “Then I think I should write the directions down, anyone have a pen?”

Miss Blanc’s goons have excellent taste. Christina Donovan hangs out in a cafe named Fólkvangr. The first radio station that played “Sweat” sets a great atmosphere. They have nice burgers, too. She hasn’t shown up yet, and I’ve been waiting for an hour. A chick with bright blue hair is supposed to stand out in a crowd. She could be busy, but Dianne insisted that she’d be here, and that she’d be the best way to rattle Miss Blanc’s cage.

Who am I to argue?

The waitress that gave me my burger is a hot little thing. It’s too bad waitresses make me think of dropping by Linda’s to pester Aurora when I wasn’t supposed to. She’s even wearing a similar black ensemble that looks a mix of laid back but neat and serious. I hope she never gets shot.

As soon as I’m relaxed, comfortable, all done with a nice meal and hoping to digest comfortably, I see Christina standing in the door way. I have to admit she isn’t what I expected. She’s small, for one thing. She can’t be taller than five feet—the kind of height that even makes Aurora feel tall. She looks like she’d weigh ninety pounds dripping wet. She’s wearing a white pleated skirt with blue vertical stripes and a white blouse with one too many buttons open for a woman with no tits.

She sits in a booth at the far back corner from the door, and watches out the glass. My cute waitress walks up to her, her long legs moving under that short skirt in just the right way to make her ass scream just how squeezable it is, and though I can’t hear I know she’s asking for an order. Christina just smiles and nods.

The waitress shudders, nearly dropping her pad. Christina starts to move her finger in the air, and my waitress starts writing instead. She doesn’t look down to watch what she’s writing. Only her hands move. Her face keeps the same expression as if frozen in place, or as if only her hands were given permission to move. It’s chilling, and kinda hot. It doesn’t help that Christina’s expression has turned to one of pure devilish satisfaction.

When Christina lowers her hand, the waitress shudders and her body loosens. With a fuzzy smile she heads off from her table. I almost want to stop her, but I resist the urge. Christina and I aren’t the only two patrons. I don’t want to cause a scene. I came here to relay some information.

I wait for the waitress to bring her food and walk away. The blue-haired woman doesn’t do anything to her this time, and she walks away with only a faint quiver to her step. As soon as she’s clear, I slide into the seat across from her.

“Ah. Sylvia LaSilvas. Recently acquired a new alias. Probably where your band got the name. A horrible thing, what happened to you. Hope you’re feeling better.” She doesn’t look at me, but I’m sure I’m in her peripheral vision. “Congratulations on your first successful outing as a super hero. I’ve heard it’s all easier from there, if you’re smart. I’d be more than willing to give you some advice on being smart, if you’d like.”

She sounds bored, but a purposefully aloof sort of bored. It’s so practiced-sounding there’s no doubt it’s solely for effect. “Feel free. A pleasure to meet you by the way, Christina Donovan.”

She nods and takes a bite of her burger, washing it down with what I’m guessing is Coke. “Leave this situation well enough alone. Miss Blanc is not your responsibility. She is beyond you. Walk away, and Dianne’s life will be sacrosanct. Interfere, and though she will survive, you may question if she is surviving. Consider your band. Their families. Your family. Your sister has made some very, very dangerous enemies.”

“What a way to tell me just what to do.” I steal her coke and take a long swig before raising my eyebrow. “Does Miss Blanc really think she can take on so much suspicion? I think you’re banking on my recent experiences giving you an edge. Sorry. Wrong edge got sharpened.”

“I am not telling you what to do. I am only telling you what Miss Blanc has told me to tell you. This is advice.” She takes the glass back, and takes a very slight sip as if to reassert herself as its owner. “You’re being very impolite. I’m just a messenger, and she, is just a business woman. A business owner, scientist, and some even say she has another hat. You?” Her finger points at me, right between my eyes to be precise. “You are a high school graduate, a singer, and a rookie super hero. I will only warn you once more, to reconsider taking a more . . . active role.”

Christina’s point is well-phrased, and well . . . accurate. I bet if I called up Aurora she could help. I bet Sarah would love to help. Hell, maybe Valerie could dust off her Amethyst costume. We could do it as a family. But . . .

Then I wouldn’t be in control. Then it wouldn’t be my actions. I want to do this alone.

The band is already involved. Miss Blanc has apparently already chosen those close to me as victims if I don’t leave well enough alone. If I don’t involve them directly I can get this taken care of without them being in any real danger. I am a little worried about Aurora. Maybe I should call her . . .

Christina raises an eyebrow and swallows another bite. She probably thinks I’m deciding to cave. Good for her, she’s probably quite used to disappointment by now working as a thug. “Sorry. I think you’re underestimating me. Go after my sister. She’ll break you in half. Go after Valerie. Try it. There are some stories about Silver Girl that nobody knows, but I’m sure you know all about The Domina.”

My mother . . . That was what she called herself. Her memories are a part of the surviving Sarah, but is that the same? Is genetics enough for her to be my mother? She did raise me . . .

“I’m really not. Like I said, you had one more chance. Relent, or I promise you will regret the results.” She almost sounds like she’s hoping I refuse again. Whatever she did to the waitress, I’m sure she’s all but too prepared to do to me. That’s fine. I have a lot just waiting. A little mist slides from my legs, and I squirm just a little.

Silhouette used to tell my sister and I about the time a few well-placed sparks under the table turned her mind around. I’m sure I can manage that. “Sorry. You’re not selling anything I don’t already have.”

“Good. Miss Blanc told me I could play with you to show you we’re serious. Thank you. I was sure you would listen to reason.” Slowly her lips curve into a very, very satisfied smile. “You were watching me with Tammy the waitress, weren’t you? The way she just started writing without any other movements? The way it happened with such little interaction from her? Well . . .”

Her hand raises up from the table. As soon as it starts I move all of the hidden sparked mist towards her legs as hard as I can . . . and I don’t feel anything. I can’t feel her through it. What the hell is going on?! I look under the table. Her legs are still right there. My power just isn’t doing anything. It can’t . . . move.

“Sorry. I took precautions. I was expecting you.” The tip of her finger slowly pulls back, and then shoots forward. The rest of her hand doesn’t move, and it’s nowhere near me, but still I feel it pierce right through me. Between my eyes aches, not in physical pain, but a feeling like stretching in the morning and a headache rolled into one. My hands grab the table and grip tight. I can feel her finger inside of my mind.

Christina sighs and begins moving her finger just like she did with the waitress. My left hand moves down and pulls my skirt up over my thighs. My right hand slides under my panties and starts to stroke. I try to whimper or resist, but I can’t. Her finger keeps moving in the air, and my fingers thrust deep inside of my pussy. I’m already so slick, and they feel so good inside of me. I can still think just fine, but I can’t move. Well, it gets a little harder to think as she starts moving her finger faster, and my hand speeds up to match.

She has such a wicked look of pleasure in her eyes as her finger keeps tapping in the air like she’s playing an invisible piano. My thighs clench hard around my hand, and my back arches. My hands aren’t feeling like my hands anymore. From that point in my forehead, a new awareness starts to creep through my thoughts.

Aurora. Aurora was the last woman who was this rough with me. I always loved the way her hard metal felt when she would just thrust and thrust and thrust until I screamed. She was inexhaustible. She was always so strong, so powerful, so . . . sexy.

This isn’t Aurora, but it’s starting to feel like it more and more. Christina ripples in front of me, slowly taking on Aurora’s features. Her nose shifts . . . her eyes turn that perfect color of brown . . . her hair darkens, restyles . . . “Sylvia . . . What a naughty little mind you have. Your own sister, huh? That’s a juicy little tidbit, wouldn’t you say? That would be the best little story to reach the press. Of course, this is hardly proof on its own, but we have our ways . . .”

Her voice sounds less and less like Christina’s. It’s so confusing. She’s not forcing me to obey, but she’s controlling my mind. She’s not even changing how I feel. She’s just twisting my perception and my reality.

Well, that and my body. My toes are curling all on their own. Aurora’s eyes are staring into mine. She has that same expression she always had. Her eyes are glassy, so full of devotion. All she ever focused on was me. She always knew just how to curve her fingers, just where to make sure her lips lingered that moment longer to coax out as much pleasure as she possibly could.

She doesn’t need to make me kneel to show me what she can do. With such little effort she’s not even her anymore. I’m fucking myself, clenching around my own maddeningly quick fingers, and swearing she’s my sister. If I didn’t know, if she hadn’t warned me in advance, she could be anyone . . .

I scream as my hips buck harder, my legs shaking out of control. She’s not my sister. Fuck I wish it was Aurora doing thus, her spark-laced fingers thrusting inside of me, her slick metal grinding into my clit. I didn’t know how much I missed this. It’s unique. It’s her. No one ever loved me like Aurora loved me. No one ever made me safe like Aurora made me safe. If Aurora was here now, I know she’d protect me. I even wish I could feel that empathic shadow she left behind in my mind just one more time. Oh that would come in so fucking handy.

“Sorry to draw this out. Most people are intimidated enough before I display my power. I don’t get to do this much. I try to savor it. Think of this face, because if you don’t accept my offer right now, you might never see it again.” Aurora’s face. She’s wearing my sister’s face when she flicks her finger in the air, and my pussy explodes.

My vision whites. My hips arch and my whole body follows their lead. My thighs are clenched so hard it hurts, right along with my white-knuckled toes. I scream so loud my voice cracks and I can barely even breathe. All I can do is shake.

Christina laughs. With my eyes still blinking to grasp at sight, and my own heartbeat pounding in my ears her laugh is the only non-me thing that I can feel.

Not ever seeing Aurora again isn’t something I want. Imagining her being me for Aurora and doing who knows what to her, body and mind . . . I can’t let her do that. I don’t know what to do. I can’t just roll over, but I can’t make Aurora a target. I can’t let her do that to the band. I can’t let her do that to Dianne.

This has to stop here.

She giggles with all the glee of a demonically possessed schoolgirl. There’s nothing she loves more than this. My body is still glowing with pleasure, but her twisted nature makes me cringe. She loves making me feel helpless and frightened more than anything else. Nina Corvi was a horrible person, but at least I felt fulfilled in every way. With Christina I . . . I want to curl up in a very dark place.

Sylvia might have that for an option, but if I’m going to be serious about my new identity, that isn’t an option that Nebula is allowed to have. Breathing in quick pitiful gasps does make it a little hard for the brain to get oxygen.

“I lied, earlier. This is your last chance. A handshake, and your worries are all gone. Just shake my hand, and promise me you’re done disturbing Miss Blanc’s work. If you end up going back on that later, know that while I may love lying and cruelty, I like giving, not receiving it. If you go back on this, while Miss Blanc will consider it predictable, I will consider it you not properly interpreting my warning. Do we have an understanding?”

“Nnhn . . .” Handshake. What the hell is smart about a handshake to seal business transactions or deals? It makes you vulnerable. Freakishly vulnerable.

Christina smiles and slowly extends her hand. At least, I think that’s a smile, and I think that’s her hand. Things are just a touch too blurry for me to feel especially confident, but I have to take a risk. A woman like her will do this again if she wants to. Even If I react especially well she’ll do it again sooner or later whether her boss wants her to or not.

Her control slips out of my flesh and I can feel my hands as my own. I hold up a finger, and struggle to whisper out “wait.” My right hand is so soaked, and it takes what feels like half of the box of napkins to make it feel anything close to dry. No one in the whole place reacted. No wonder she comes here. They know her here. They know what she’s capable of here. They know they’re better off not causing trouble by noticing anything. The waitresses are probably learning to enjoy it. If she wasn’t so sadistic I bet I’d be shuddering in more than just physical aftershocks.

Dry as I can make it, I hold out my hand with a defeated sigh. “I thought that might convince you. Pleasure doing busine-nnnnNNnnn ooOOoooh!”

I tighten my hand around hers. I don’t want to hurt her. This isn’t about pain. This is about heat. Aurora always called it heat when I used it on her. She said it felt like laying in front of a fire place with erotic static electricity. I feel her body going limp as random places clench and tense with little bursts of silver bliss entwined in that soothing amethyst. “It did convince me. It convinced me that you’re not safe to let run free.”

“Runnnn freee . . . let gooooo . . .!” The lovely thing about electrical powers is how hard it is for someone to let go. Her hand is holding mine just as tightly. Her other hand can’t stay steady enough for her to use any of her own powers.

Hooding my eyes I press my legs out against hers and let the power flow as much as I can.

Can’t let her . . . Do this to me . . . Can’t give in . . . Can’t grab any memories if I can’t grab inside of her . . . Can’t . . . fuck it feelssssss so good! Her mind betrays her as her eyes struggle to narrow. She can’t even half-manage a glare. Her lips are shaped in a perfect ‘O’ as her fingers twitch and her legs try to press harder against mine. I need . . . need to make her . . . nnnn to make her let go but . . . oooh fuuuuck!

“But you can’t. You can’t make her let go. Yeah, that was a nice trick before. I reacted way too slow.” I curl my mist along her legs. I shudder feeling her pleasure at the first spark of heat against her clit as it dives between her legs. “But now I’m in control, and I’m not going to be dumb enough to give you any other opportunities to hurt me or my family. You’re going to learn a little about desire.”

She’s already so wet, and flowing so freely. I fill her pussy with my heat, making it a constant flow along her legs. Her eyes only manage to keep fuzzy contact with mine for a moment before they roll back into her head. The whites of her eyes look so sexy as her lids flutter like mad.

Her nipples ache as her mind imagines my mist coiling around her breasts. Half-images swarm in my mind of women kissing her everywhere, so many women gathered around her, too many women, as she writhes to each touch. Memories, I think, but I can’t be sure. Has she felt something like this before? I can’t get any words from her when her brain is so overstimulated. All she can do is writhe and think in disorienting images.

“You’re going to writhe. You’re going to shake. Then you’re going to moan for me. When I’m done, you’re going to help me take your boss down, which is very very sweet of you, isn’t it?” I smile, and she nods mindlessly.