The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Past the speakers aimed back up at the stage I can see a sea of nearly infinite fans. I can’t let myself stop focusing on the notes flowing past my lips, but I still let myself savor the sight. Even past the headphones blasting us back into my ears I can hear half of them singing along, and the other half being entirely too excited to make words.

Leigh’s drums pound my heart to beat faster as the song flowing through each of us swells ever higher. I let my nebula flow out around me, lifting me a little above the stage. They cheer harder, and I sing harder. All of my passion burns into the song. If my powers were fire I’d be going through microphones entirely too fast.

My redhead’s guitar starts to settle, and I arch my back while sinking back down to the ground. I bow my head and hold the mic out towards the crowd.

Their cheering overpowers the dying sounds of Heather’s bass and the last notes of Tasha’s piano.

Acoustic encores always get the loudest screams.

“Tokyo is the best! Woo! Hope I’ll see all of you next time I’m in town! Jah ney!” I blow a kiss to the crowd, and direct my nebula past my fingertips to form a large sparkling misty heart up in front of the stage. Two hours. Every song we’ve written, a cover or two, and even a sneak peak at something Nikki was working on. It’s no wonder that my uniform is drenched with sweat.

I slide my mic back into it’s stand, and head over to Nikki. Embracing her makes an already perfect night feel even better. Her firm yet warm and smooth body yields only enough to feel better for it. Her arms around me send shudders along my spine. No one else makes me feel like this. No one in the whole world. Even my chrome headed love halfway around the world again can’t make me feel like this. There’s something so perfect about feeling her physical strength, her height, her desire as she quivers when I sneak a squeeze of her ass . . . especially knowing I can override her good sense with a whim.

She presses her ass into my hand. I squeeze a little tighter. I could take her right now. I imagine it wouldn’t end up very good to be fucking on stage, but she wouldn’t have a choice. Our eyes meet. Mutual lust, hunger, desire . . . I can taste them even without using my power.

I think she might hate even more than me the unfortunate truth that we do have to remain somewhat chaste in public.

“Not yet, sweetie. There’s bound to be some girls coming back stage . . . But if you’re good . . .” I let go, and give her a delicate swat before walking past her. “Coming?”

The only thing that could make this better would be if Aurora came with us. I can understand her wanting to stay in Midas looking for mom, but it’s not like she’s the only one looking. Odds are very good that Sarah isn’t in Midas. Maybe going on tour with my band isn’t the best way to find her, but neither is staring at the same doorway wondering what happened.

I shake my head with a laugh. No worrying about those sorts of things after a show that amazing. Either Aurora will find mom, or we can look together harder after the tour is over.

It isn’t like I haven’t been raising awareness of her disappearance.

My band falls in line behind me. We might not be renewing each other’s obedience to an egomaniac on a daily basis, but we’re still a team. It feels good. As long as I have them I know at least part of my life is on the right track.

While a massive throng of fans are held off down the hall by security, a pair of girls probably older than they look (especially in those school uniforms that look like they’d get you sent home) wait calmly in front of our dressing room. One of them is wearing a silver-and-purple wig and a pair of contacts to match.

It’s a wonder people don’t think I’m an impostor more often.

The other woman (I’m just hoping they can’t get back here if they’re still under age) has the most perfect long black hair and soft brown eyes. I just want to run my fingers through it and see how she screams when I tug. Putting on a good show is entirely too stimulating. Both of them have such smooth tempting skin with just enough tone to their muscles to look like they’d be able to put up a good pretend struggle before my nebula drained it out of them. Of course the last details I notice are the backstage passes hanging around their necks.

Those brown eyes make me think of Aurora. Hers might be silver now, but they were brown the first time my power made them glassy with pleasure. Nikki coughs behind me, and my blush burns hotter than it has any right to.

“Uhm, nice to meet you! Sorry, it was a longer set than usual, I sort of forget myself in the music sometimes. Love the wig. You know our names, but uhm . . .” I bite my lip with a thoughtful hum. “What was that . . . oh nahmaey wah? Tried to pick up a little Japanese, but I’m terrible with anything that isn’t English unless it’s a song . . .”

Butchering someone’s language is never a fun way to meet, but it sounds close enough to me. At least I tried and that helps me look a little less like an ignorant American. Maybe.

In perfect unison they both burst into a string of giggles. They quickly subside, followed just as quickly by the woman with the wig’s reply. “I’m Mizuki, and this is my sister Aoi.” Her accent is beautiful. It’s the kind of accent that let’s you know it isn’t her first language, but you’d never know it if it wasn’t yours. Her voice is also both incredibly energetic and yet smooth as silk. It makes me wonder what sounds she’d make with a little sparkling assistance. “We’re big, big fans of your music! You’re all amazing!”

“Thanks, Mizuki, Aoi . . . we can talk more inside, it was a long set. I need some water, and to sit down.” I reach out and push open the door before gesturing in. “After you!”

They move in, and Aoi’s entirely too short skirt flips up just long enough for me to get a long glimpse at her green and blue stripped panties tightly hugging the delightful curves of her smooth ass. Nice legs. I don’t always get lucky to have such gorgeous fans. But when I am, they’re either gorgeous college girls like Kat (who would be here if she didn’t have classes) or these two.

Nikki leans against me and whispers into my ear. “I didn’t know you had a thing for Asian girls. I’ll hang around a bit, but I admit if you’re going to be distracted by them . . . I might do a little late night sight-seeing.”

“Aww, but the three of you . . . Eh, if they’re that fun there can always be seconds. That you won’t get out of so easily.” I sigh and follow the two fangirls. It’s not like I don’t get enough Nikki as it is, or as if she gets jealous. I think she gets a kick out of the occasional fun I have with fans. As long as I’m not doing anything she isn’t aware of she doesn’t seem to mind.

It’s not like she doesn’t get her own share of fans who rave about her guitar work and throw themselves all over her.

I make my way over to the cushy couch and sink in at least an inch. Plush furniture is so incredibly nice. More satisfying to pin someone down against, too. My fangirls stand in front of me as the rest of the band mills about getting comfortable. Nikki tosses me a bottle of water. It’s a different dressing room, but it’s the same routine.

“Get comfortable. You’re special for the night, remember? I don’t do private shows back here or anything, but we can still have plenty of fun.” I pat the couch beside me, wiggling in a little more. “I don’t bite.”

Out the corner of my eye I can see Tasha whispering something into Leigh’s ear, and the two burst into giggles. I choose to interpret that as my keyboardist remembering a love bite or two. Or they’re thinking of sneaking off and biting each other while I’m distracted.

Mizuki blushes and sits to one side of me, and Aoi the other. They’re just far enough away that just sitting, we aren’t touching. Respectful. Personal space isn’t something I insist on, but maybe they will.

Heather steps in front of me as she takes her hair out of her ponytail. Without her hair tied, she looks like a completely different woman. You’d never recognize her in a million years. “Nice to meet you two, but I really need to get some air. It’s just too warm in here for me. I can sign something for you if you want before I head out, though . . .”

Again, Mizuki speaks for them. I watch her as she speaks, savoring that smooth voice and the movement of those adorable lips. “We would love that! You’re an amazing bassist!”

The two reach into their tops, and pull out the liner notes from our last album. Aoi also holds out a silver sharpie. Heather grins as she signs them one at a time. “Thanks, you two! Hope you enjoyed the show . . . Here ya go. I’ll be back in a bit. Just going to explore and cool off a bit.”

It does feel a little warm in here, but I’m going to chalk up part of the heat I’m feeling to the lovely ladies sitting beside me.

Heather steps out, and I let my eyes follow each little step. I swear, we could sell albums just for pictures of that ass. I catch myself licking my lips and stop myself before gulping down half the water bottle. “So . . . What would you two like to talk about . . .?”

Aoi smiles passively as Mizuki sits forward and responds as brightly as a lightbulb. “Everything! We’ve been your fans since your first single. We would be eager to discuss anything that you would!”

The temperature just raised another few degrees. I think that tonight is going to be very fun. “Well, let’s start off with your favorite song, and go from there.”

An hour passes in a minute. Mizuki wasn’t kidding. These two are very serious fans. They didn’t ask anything that we’d already answered in an interview – at least not any interviews I can remember. I’d almost say they know our history and music better than we do.

It’s nice.

It didn’t take long for Nikki to leave. She wasn’t upset, just said the same thing Heather did. It was hot, and she’d already wanted to go for a walk. Not long after that Tasha and Leigh followed suit. It’s not like we’re hopping a plane right away tomorrow so I don’t mind. They weren’t going off to do something fun together and leave me alone. Besides, Mizuki and Aoi have been delightfully attentive.

“So, yeah, that’s pretty much why we wrote that song. A special fan, and I needed more practice with a six-string on stage.” I sip the last of the second bottle of water, and set the empty plastic down infront of the couch. “I love dedicating things to fans. Songs. Performances. Touches.”

Mizuki giggles, while her sister blushes. She hasn’t said a word all night, but she has subtly inched closer. I can feel her hip pressed gently against mine. To test the waters a little more I slide my fingers through Aoi’s hair. My power spreads out over her scalp, only enough to tingle, and she mewls quietly as her eyes hood. She squirms a little closer, and her mostly bare leg presses against mine. Her skin is so smooth, and her eyes look so good lidded like that. I let my hand fall to her shoulder, using the grasp to pull her closer.

Sisters. I don’t think this has happened before. Usually the only sisterly incest I get to be a part of is with Aurora. This should be fun.

“Which of you is the older sister? I’d guess you, Mizuki, but maybe Aoi is just shy.” I slide my fingertips slowly along Mizuki’s cheek, and lean a little closer to her. “Unless that’s something I shouldn’t be asking.”

“Oh! We’re not from the same family, just very close. We grew up together, like sisters.” She nuzzles her face into my hand. Her eyes sliding shut with angelic grace. Her leg presses against mine, as her body slowly shifts closer. “Very close sisters. But, I am two months older than Aoi. She is very shy, but an exceptional kisser.”

Any worries I might have had fade with Mizuki’s words. Tonight is definitely going to end up being fun. I pull her face closer, stroking along her cheek with my thumb. “So am I, Mizuki. Maybe we can all be sisters, just for tonight. I think you’ll love the way this feels.” Her eyes hood as my lips melt into hers. I wait for her to kiss back, just enough to feel her own desire before I let that sizzling mist pour out from my lips.

She moans, her body tensing as she presses so much tighter. Her legs move around mine, and Aoi mimics the movement just the same. Her fingers slide through my hair as Mizuki kisses me harder, and I’m not sure whose hands are on my legs, or sliding under my top.

I just know it feels divine to have both of them touching me. As the kiss ends my top is already pulled up over my chest, each of their hands massaging a breast. I moan, letting my eyes stay barely open as I move my hands to feel along their legs and up under those short skirts.

Aoi’s lips find my ear, kissing and suckling in just the right way to make me shudder and groan. Mizuki catches my lip in her teeth, suckling as she presses that much harder against me.

Everything feels warm. My breath comes in quick short gasps as I writhe under their touches. I’d imagined seducing them, using my power to make them beg and writhe under me, but this is good too. Their hands are moving like liquid heat across my body, and their legs are grinding against mine. I feel almost feverish, like I could drown in the heat between them.

My power responds instinctively, reaching out to feel along their bodies and make them grind against me. Their skin feels so . . . dry. Or mine feels wet, like I took a bath in my own sweat only it feels so much sexier than that sounds.

Think it’s working . . . Mmm this is going to be so satisfying . . . I can’t wait to see the look on her face . . .

“Wh . . . look on my face? Mmmm!” Their hands caress so insistently as those soft warm bodies grind and shudder against me. Feeling thoughts isn’t something that’s hard, but it’s hard to concentrate on anything when it’s so hot.

I almost feel like liquid pouring over the couch. Colors dance in my eyes, but it’s not like powers or magic, but it’s hard to place. It’s easier to feel lips at my chest, and fingers between my thighs. Oh goddess is it easy to feel that. It’s impossible not to.

Just a little more . . . Its not like you can start resisting now. You want it. You need it. You’re going to cum like the whore you are and then you’re really going to be fucked.

“Wh-whore! Like a . .. whore! Fuuuck that sounds b-bad! Feels so fucking good!” My hips are moving on their own, bucking to feel more of those perfect fingers. Mizuki’s wig must have fallen off, because her hair is an orange-red now. She’s wearing some sort of cat ears or something, but they’re hard to see.

My vision is so much less. It’s smaller, and filled with so many little glittering sparkles. Its easier to feel their thoughts, to feel their desire, their lust, than it is to think or move.

“Nnn-no!” I struggle to resist, grasping at their wrists as hard as my quivering fingers can muster. It isn’t enough. They’re stronger, and their desire is stronger than me. I’m just so dizzy. I try to stand, to make my legs work, and a finger presses hard to the center of my forehead.

I stop fighting, and lay back. My legs spread apart on their own, as their fingers move more roughly over and in my dripping pussy. I arch my back, feeling their desires overtaking me.

I can’t control my body, or fight against the feelings of their desires in my mind.

Just quit fighting, and cum already. Then we can start the real fun.

“Y-y-yessss!” I scream loud as I can, the cry pulled out of my throat as my whole body shudders and shakes. My orgasm burns everything away, including the last of my fuzzy vision.

“That’s really all it took. You were right. I never thought we’d work together again, but here we are . . .”

I’m naked. My arms and legs are both bound, and something is tied around my eyes. Something is also stuck in my mouth, and tied around my head. It must be a ball gag. Not something I’ve ever felt before. I can’t say that I like it.

“We might not be sisters, but we did grow up together, Christi-chan. I’m just sorry it took so long for this opportunity.”

The second voice, that’s Mizuki. The other voice the one she called Christ-chan, it’s different. It isn’t accented at all. It’s familiar, but I can’t place it. It was the voice that I was feeling in my head, the thoughts. Fuck, I messed up big time. The heat, wasn’t just them. Well, it was them, but it wasn’t normal. They got everyone to leave but me.

It’s times like this that make me consider doing everything with Nikki might be a good thing.

“Mph! Mph mmmmmph!”

“Hah! She came to! If you’d be so kind as to do the honors . . .” The blindfold rips away, and bright light almost blinds me. My eyes are still tingling. I can see two blurry shapes. One has ears ontop of her head. The other has blue hair. The ears aren’t cat ears. I know this one. I just need to focus. “Look at those eyes. I don’t think she has any clue what she’s in for.”

What am I in for? I’ve felt her mind before. I know I have. I’ve just . . . felt a lot of minds. Nebula hasn’t been as active as maybe she should be, but she’s done her part. I stopped the brighter future project, I helped stop Quillspawn, and I stopped Miss Blanc in New York along with a bunch of less memorable crooks.

Oh shit.

Blue hair. Some people stop noticing special hair color as a thing the longer they’ve been dealing with metahuman hijinx. My mothers have silver and purple hair. Blue helped me find her the first time, but I put her voice out of my mind what feels like forever ago.

Christina juts her finger towards me, and I scream. I can feel it piercing between my eyes, thrusting right into my mind. It moves, like a finger flipping through pages, or sliding along a bar to read the notes. It stings like fire. Fire, that would ruin my panties if they weren’t already soaked. Before, she made my body move. She controlled my body and my mind, and made me touch myself in a public restaurant. This time I just feel . . . still. Trapped.

She already had me bound, but this feels different. It’s not like I can’t move in the way I want. I just can’t move. I can’t do anything. Her finger in me, is in control of everything. I’m just watching.

At least my vision is fixing up. Mizuki has fox ears, and three tails flicking adorably behind her. Aoi doesn’t look very Japanese anymore. She looks like Christina Donovan.

“Mizuki is an old, old friend of mine. I managed to get out of jail, let’s not get into how, and the first thing I did was find her. Let’s see, do you know anything about what she is?” Christina’s finger moves in mid air as it peels its way through the layers of my mind with that blue painted fingernail. “Nope! Mizuki is a Kitsune. Well, that’s how her powers manifested anyway. Fox ears. Fox tails. Powers of illusion and enchantment or something. She hid both of us inside of them, and worked her magic to make the room into a sort of sauna.”

A kitsune? Her name at least seems to be Mizuki. One thing they told me was true. They must have waited for this exact opportunity.

I only beat her last time because she wasn’t trying to win. She was just trying to scare me. Her powers are amazing. Her finger moves a little more, and I move from the couch to kneeling on the floor. It’s hard with my legs bound, but somehow my body knows how to move the way she wants.

Beating both of them . . . I can’t do that. Not like this. My power wont even respond.

“Mmm. Christi-chan was working for a stupid old woman. Good riddance to her. She didn’t like us playing up all hours of the night.” Mizuki wraps her arms around Christina and firmly kisses her cheek. Her tails flutter in the most adorable way. They look so soft. If she wasn’t fucking me over I’d want to pet her so bad. “You got rid of her, but you put Christi-chan away, too! That was naughty! So we’re going to do all sorts of naughty things to you. Christi-chan is going to rip open your mind, find the best ways that will make you cum and cry at the same time, and using my power, we’re gonna do it together! Over and over and over! Till you snap like the silly baka you are!”

“You know you sound like a parody of a Japanese girl when you talk like that, sweetie.” Christina raises a blue eyebrow before giving Mizuki a quick kiss.

“Mrrr . . . Imoutooo!” Mizuki huffs, grinding her body so tightly against Christina’s. My mouth is watering and without any control I can’t stop a little drool from sliding past my lips. “Kitsune are very naughty when you make them feel unwanted, Christi-chaan. You like the way I talk.”

Watching them would be fun if they weren’t plotting to break me. Probably afterward they’ll give me over to the media, or some sort of buy-and-sell-heroine-emporium. If I could just use my powers for a moment I could get loose.

All I’d need to do would be to just twine the inky part of me I got from my third mother with her finger . . .

Christina sighs, grinning wolfishly. “Aneeee . . . Fine. I do love it. I’m just trying to be professional. This is what I used to do, you know. Intimidate. Scare. Boss around. Get payed for it. I like to have a certain attitude about my work, even if this is personal.”

Professional. Doing this to someone is what she considers professional. She’s just a hired thug. She’s just like the syndicate goons that Aurora had to deal with back in California. Only this one has a vendetta against me.

“And after I finish with Sylvie here and sell her ass off to the Syndicate, I’ll be rich and have a name again. Then we can see about getting a nice place somewhere, and working together. How does that sound?” They sound so cute. It’s like listening to Aurora or Nikki and I talking only twisted and fucked up.

All I can think about is how I’m fucking over the whole band because I wanted to get into a couple of schoolgirls’ panties. Sisters. It’s always incest making things complicated even when it isn’t my incest.

Mizuki sighs, and that finger starts to move. Quillspawn. Doctor Lys. So many memories I don’t want dregged up are being thrust into my face. I don’t like how it feels. I’m not this weak. I’m not some tool she can use to get ahead.

Her finger twists. Everything stops.

“Her mind goes a mile a minute. It’s not like she’s even all that smart. She’s just a little popslut running in a hamster wheel, Ane . . .” Christina sighs. “I’ll be happy to be back in the states, with all of this behind us.”

A sound halfway between hollow wood slamming into a wall and a strumming guitar fill the room.

The moment after Christina and Mizuki crumple into a heap on the floor. Nikki is standing over them holding the neck of her acoustic guitar. “Sorry. Thought you could use another encore. This ones a solo, and now my neck is really sore.”

I still can’t think. My mind is just . . . off . . . but I can laugh. I laugh, louder, and harder than I can ever remember laughing. Alone, I might be vulnerable, but I’m never really alone. That makes it easier to crumble into a heap.

Tokyo police are as nice as police anywhere else. It doesn’t take long for Mizuki and ‘Aoi’ to be carted off in chains. Apparently Tokyo has a special metahuman holding facility just for people like them, so I shouldn’t be worrying about a repeat performance before I hit the states.

After all that, I’m drained. I curl up with Nikki in bed and bury myself in her chest with a lot of quiet mumbling. “I will be so happy when we’re back in the states.”

Nikki strokes through my hair, holding me tight and close. My strong guitarist. My Nikki. Mine mine mine mine mine. “I know, Sylvia. I know. We both want me to get a replacement guitar restrung in drop-d as quickly as possible. You’re lucky I brought my guitar with me.”

We share a laugh, and I nuzzle more into her chest. “I am. Thanks, Nikki. Next time, you stick around. If the seconds end up being good, you deserve to enjoy the firsts, too.”

She shrugs. “I dunno. I think I have more fun coming back to you undressed fucking some fangirl rotten before joining in. Feels more like us. Less standard, y’know? I like that. Our lives aren’t normal. Our relationship isn’t normal. That makes me happy.”

She was the one who had us falling together in the first place. I remember that night. I’ll never forget it. “Me too, Nikki. Me too. It’ll just feel a lot more right when she’s a part of it.”

Aurora, I really hope you’re taking better care of yourself than I am. If anything happens to you I’ll have to kick your ass.