The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Sylvia . . .?” Great. That thing knocking on the glass is Valerie. I don’t even need to look directly outside to know it’s late. The sun is already shining inside. I must have drifted off between sobs or the concept of ten minutes stretched on to hours. “Sylvia!”

Valerie is still pounding on the glass but not loud enough that if more people were up it would make a scene, only loud enough that I can hear it perfectly from inside a fully sealed car.

My vision has to bend around a sea of tears. I reach out a shaking hand and roll down the window. I can’t hide forever. That’s just stupid, and I have enough reason to know that even in this condition. Embarrassed, I try to stop sobbing and draw my energy back into myself while trying to wipe away my tears on the sleeve of my shirt.

“Oh baby . . . What’s wrong – where’s your sister? When Sarah and I woke up we looked in your room and—“ As much as I wish I could hold it back my bawling starts anew even louder. “Did something happen to her?! Sylvia, I need to know what’s wr—“

“Aurora raped me. She pinned me down and turned metal and she had her way with me. Then she left me here, alone.” The last thing I want even now is for the whole world to hear, so my voice comes out as a soft whimper.

Valerie opens up the door impossibly quickly and her arms wrap around me even quicker. She seems about to speak so many times, but that just makes me sniffle and cling to her tighter. Telling someone else makes the feelings stronger, more real. If I didn’t need to, I wouldn’t. I would have kept it a secret forever and confronted Aurora myself, but that’s not how things work, especially when the woman you want to confront is so much more powerful than you.

Even with the scent of Aurora’s lust still hovering if I inhale too deeply, the scent of Valerie is so soothing. She’s safe. Mommy won’t try to do anything to me. Mommy is unsuspecting. Mommy just wants to make me feel better.

My fingers start to twitch and I whimper from something other than tears. Shit. I can feel her mist reaching out to soothe me, and the burning charge to my own feels so . . . hungry. I don’t know how to describe it other than a feeling of pure primal and mystical desire and need. Something Aurora did to me must have awakened some need in me that I didn’t even know I had; it’s never felt this way before.

Normally when my “heat,” as my dear sister always used to call it, wants to come out it’s the same way your legs feel after you’re trapped in a car all day. Sometimes there’s a twinge of arousal to it, a soft flavoring that makes the urge feel more sensual, but now it’s more like raw desire.

Her mist trying to wrap around me like a protective blanket doesn’t help. It does make me feel a little melted around the edges, but my inner maelstrom is so much stronger. I can feel so many places where her mist licks down toward my power, and each time it does my craving grows. She can’t know she’s doing this to me. She can’t know the effect this has. She’s wrapped me up like this before and I’ve never needed her. I always thought she was pretty, but I never had these thoughts.

Thoughts of my own mother with eyes full of violet and silver swirls, her body shaking as I run my hands over each small inch forcing her to succumb to my control . . . goddess just the thought makes me so wet! It really shouldn’t – my sister was one thing, and she wanted it. Valerie has never looked at me like that. She’s just my mother, but she is my mother and that makes the need burn hotter.

The fact that she wouldn’t be prepared for it makes my thighs burn even hotter. Nnnn this is bad, this is really bad. I can’t stop rubbing my thighs together and eventually she’ll realize that my whimpers aren’t because of Aurora anymore.

“Sylvia . . . Sylvia, you said she took her electrum form, but did she—“

“Mmmm, yessss Mommy . . . She used her current on me. It felt so heavenly, so good . . . I see why you love Mommy Two’s sparks so much now . . .” She gasps, and something in the gasp isn’t what I want to hear. That’s easy enough for me to fix. Her mist is always drawn to that burning power inside me even if just subtly. Just enough for her to feel I force that power from my hands and into her spine.

It feels so good to be so wrong. Indulging this urge feels so perfect, and Valerie moans out in what feels like agreement. “Sylv-via! What’re you doing?!”

Her voice stutters from the silvery charge, and I only make it stronger. Mmm, having empathic abilities is so amazing! I can feel her own desire rising as I pull her on top of me. The door is still hanging open, but it’s early. This city sleeps plenty, and the naughtiest parts of this aren’t even visible. Maybe if I could just get her to readjust, we could close the door and I could play with Mommy’s mind and body for such a long time before anyone would even notice.

“Letting myself free . . . I didn’t know I had this caged up inside of me! Incest really can be best when you’re too melted not to say yes . . .” Something about this feeling seems more and more strange, more and more artificial, but I can’t hold back. Mommy is already starting to struggle, even if it’s weak.

“Sy-lv-i-a!” Her voice is more shudders and gasps than syllables, at least that’s how it feels with her pulled up tightly in my lap. No more tears, though I’m still soaking something. “What . . . mmmm mean?!”

Her words are struggling hard to get past her lips. That shouldn’t make it hotter! “Last night wasn’t the first time Aurora and I fucked, Mommy. Last night was just the first time I said no and she didn’t care . . . and doing this to you now, I see why. Close the door.” She doesn’t comply, even as I can feel her weakening. My energy feels like it’s feeding off of hers, directing hers, controlling that well of swirling mist that fills her. How can she resist that? I push harder and moan into her ear hotly. “Close the door, now, Mommy.”

Shuddering, her hand slams the door shut. She shudders harder against me and I can feel her hard nipples pressing into me. Her eyes are so glazed, swirling with mist and just a hint of silver. The effect is so hot, so perfect, so yummy!

She grabs my shoulders to steady herself as she starts to pant, and I guide her own mist around her clit. She’s so sensitive, already starting to buck and grind closer. Her scent fills the car, overpowering everything else. She screams and shakes as I pour everything I have into her. My own mother is so helpless to my powers even with so many slips of her own, so many little accidents, and even so many purposeful uses. She’s the first woman I’ve ever taken this far and it-

Something in my chest pulses and I feel a wave of dizziness wash over me. My empathy feels so out of whack. I can’t feel her helplessness, her shuddering, her pleasure – not with my mind, anyway. Only my body. Something is off, something about my powers is-

“Tell me Mommy, do you want more? Do you want me to sizzle and burn you into nothing but sweaty dripping flesh, using the nerves in your clit that trail right into your mind to . . . to . . . nnnn . . . make you . . . make you . . .?” My words half come on my own, and half feel forced. I can’t fight them, but I can’t help them either. They almost feel external, but they’re definitely coming from my lips. “To make you . . . my hot helpless little . . . toooy?”

“Mmmm!” Her voice sounds like she’s still struggling, but I can’t tell. All I can feel is this burning aching need that revels in each sound and every shudder of her body. Every time her lips or her eyes twist in just the right way to make her look more helpless it sends ripples of pleasure through me.

But something about this pleasure doesn’t feel right. My nerves are firing all wrong, as if my body were on top of hers, not underneath. I can feel her touches as if she’s arching up against me, not grinding down. I feel so dizzy and she’s the only thing that feels solid. With no other choice to make I cling tighter and mewl at the feeling of her pants being ruined just as much as mine.

“Sorry Mommy, I don’t know what’s . . . Sylvia . . . Sylvia . . .?” My own name, why am I whimpering my own . . . Shit! Something Aurora did must have interacted with something in me, twisted me, done . . . whatever it’s doing. I feel so twisted inside, so wrong. “Mommy, I need you to mist me!”

I don’t know how but she tears her mist out of my grasp and plunges it inside me deeper than even Aurora’s current sizzled. “Nnnn wake . . . wake up Mommy . . . nnn . . .”

Her own empathy is so much stronger than mine – she must be able to feel my fear and confusion. She might even be able to feel the nausea and the way the car feels like it’s spinning faster and faster. Thankfully her mist wipes all of that away.

Everything else goes with it, but that’s okay . . .

Bright silver-white light burns into me, cutting away at the heavy feeling wrapped so tightly around me. “You were right, Valerie. Something left a . . . I want to call it a mental imprint, but that doesn’t sound right. I probably should get back in touch with Mystic and take her up on those lessons now that the girls are all grown up. It might be handy to know a little more about just what I’m searing away. Maybe it’s called an empathic shad- Sylvia!”

Sarah is holding me. For some reason Aurora’s words from last night still feel fresh in my mind and all I can think is how much I wish I didn’t know she wasn’t my real mother. Would it have been so bad for them to lie to us?

Us. There’s still so much that is an us between me and Aurora. If she hadn’t run off we could have spoken a little. I would have slapped her, but I don’t hit very hard.

“Sarah . . . Nnnn I have a horrible headache. Could you sear that away too?” I know she can’t but I still have to ask. Mental imprint? Empathic shadow? It’s a good thing I’m not all that interested in the family hero-ing business, because if it’s easy to make that happen I wouldn’t want to use my powers on anyone. If I became possessed by the wrong inner demon that could end disastrously.

With a sad sigh Sarah shakes her head, hugging me a little closer. Valerie is sitting beside us, her lips softly pressing into my forehead. “And misting you might be a little too soon . . .”

Thank you so very, very much Aurora. Our parents know about us, you’ve raped me, and some residual effect made me start to rape Valerie. Things could be better. At least Valerie has been controlled before, and Sarah was nearby to get this out of me. I can’t skip New York, and having Aurora’s darker impulses driving me would be a horrible thing.

Pinning down the receptionist for that record label would be the best way to start my stay in New York, wouldn’t it?

“It would be way too soon. Damn it. There’s a lot I should probably confess. There are a lot of things Aurora and I’ve said that were just to cover for this. Our relationship has been consensual, until . . .” I want to say until this, but that’s not fair. She raped me, but I started this. She only did that because of me, because I’d already clouded her mind and just walked away. “Until I tried to make leaving easier.”

After a deep breath, I tell them everything. I tell them about all of the times we lied about where we’d been and what we’d been doing, and how we had friends corroborate stories so we could have time alone. I tell them about how after Aurora got her car we’d drive home at lunch if we knew they’d both be busy, and how we’d cuddle up together at night if it felt safe. I even tell them about the bullet Aurora took. There’s no point in keeping any of her secrets now.

I tell them every last detail I can remember – broad detail, that is. They don’t need to know the way Aurora looks passive in afterglow. They don’t need to know that I never felt unfulfilled with her. There’s a lot they don’t need to know.

With all of the things I leave out, I don’t neglect to mention that it wasn’t just sex. There was love. I loved her, and she loved me.

When I’m finally done, Sarah and Valerie look way too overwhelmed to know what to say. Valerie looks perplexed and torn between seeming supportive and distraught. Sarah seems more uncertain than anything else. Analyzing them won’t do me any good. They’re my parents, and I’ve learned so much from them, but not enough to be able to know what they’re thinking. I can’t even hope to guess.

For a small eternity no one speaks. My eyes keep trailing between the two of them, and theirs seem unsure if they should look at me or look away. The overwhelming feeling is an odd acceptance mingled with confusion. Do they really not care . . .? Were we worried all these years for nothing . . .?

Sarah is the one to break the silence, and I don’t think I’m the only thankful one when she does. “I need to find Aurora. I’m not glad she did this to you – the rape – but I’m a little worried about her. What you did wasn’t right, and hiding this from us for so long . . . Fuck. I knew you’d been lying to us about some of that – we both did – but we never put this together. Susan said Argentia was tough enough to deal with and I didn’t believe her. Aurora was willing to wait, you didn’t even want to wear Mommy’s old costume and . . . I love you Sylvia.”

Her arms are around me before I can have a moment to doubt her – not that I do. She sounds so freakishly sincere. I think she’s more hurt that we lied to her and more confused about how to react than anything else. “I love you too, Mom.”

“That said . . .” Sarah pulls back after giving me a very faintly sparked kiss to my forehead, and it’s just enough to make me feel loved. “Your sister is out there somewhere, and my bet is she’s doing something self-destructive. As angry as I am with her for hurting you, I won’t feel better until I know she’s safe. That said, I think you should pack, and book the next flight to New York.

“You need to get away from Aurora for awhile – for your own good as much as hers. If you don’t leave now there’s going to be so much to deal with and well, if I got out of Coredelia, you’re getting out of Midas. It’s going to hurt to not have you around, and goddess knows what’s best for Aurora, but this is what’s best for you which is all you need to worry about now. Sorry for speaking for you Valerie just . . .”

Valerie shakes her head and rises up to hug Sarah tight. She looks miserable even though she’s doing a wonderful job of hiding it. Valerie whispers something into Sarah’s ear that I can’t hear and she whispers back. Valerie nods, so I assume this means Sarah’s plan is a go. It makes me feel bad that it excites me.

The next flight . . . I don’t really have that much money, not like Aurora, but Valerie is a doctor and Sarah has enough people who owe her favors that I’m sure they can pull me out of there if need be. This is scarier than I thought. I’d hoped for time to prepare.

If this is how it has to be, though, I can do it. I can take a little bit of added difficulty to an already tense situation. Is there even another available choice?

I can’t find one, and it doesn’t feel very constructive to keep staring into an empty box.

My mothers share a kiss before Valerie hugs me so tight it almost hurts. “I’ll take care of you, make sure nothing goes wrong, and once you’re settled . . . I’ve got enough vacation time racked up. If anything happens, anything, you call me and I’ll get you out of it so fast your head’ll spin. I mean that. Promise me. Promise me or I won’t let you go.”

She’s crying. She’s not letting the tears fall, or the sound fully reach her voice, but she’s crying just the same. What else can I say? She’s making me sniffle more than a little. “I promise, Mom. I promise.”

Sarah smiles, and when she speaks her voice sounds as full of tears as her eyes. “Good . . . And I want to hear about everything. I want a copy of your CD the day it comes out. – signed. I want to do everything a mother can do for her singing daughter, I want to be involved as I can . . . and you better tour back to Midas soon as you can.” Sarah is even more afraid than I am, and I think that makes it feel a thousand times more real than I’m ready for it to feel. “Now I have to go save your sister from herself. And . . . I hope it goes without saying, but I’m not upset about the two of you, I . . . I need to go.”

With how fast she dashes to the door it shocks me that she could hold back as long as she did. Aurora is the reason Sarah’s light manifested. Aurora is her actual daughter. Aurora’s words keep haunting me, and I hate them. Sarah isn’t my Sarah. She’s only half the same person.

Valerie hugs me tighter and pulls me out of my headspace. “I love you too, Sylvia. And I know what happened in the car wasn’t really you, beyond what Sarah said and what my mist felt. We’ll have a lot of time to talk – at least the drive to the airport and then the whole ride – so let’s pack. I’m glad we have all of that extra luggage even if we never really got a lot of use from it.”

I hold as close to her as I can and try so hard not to inhale her scent. It’s strong enough that normal breathing makes it overwhelm my senses, and that’s bad enough. She’ll never look or feel the same to me again. So much will never be the same.

“Thanks, Mom. For everything. For doing this for me.” She doesn’t say anything, she just holds me a little tighter. She might have chosen to live a relatively normal life just like I did, but I don’t think that included this. I don’t think normal families are like this. I don’t think either of us really knows what that word means as much as we think we do.

My hair falls over my face, silver and amethyst strands shimmering like they always do, and I close my eyes tight. Some day I’ll come back here, but I won’t be me anymore. I’ll be better. I’ll be more.

For now, I need to pack.