The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So there it goes . . . That’s everything. That’s what happened with The Lady, Emerald, and Yana. That’s why I’m pretty sure that I’m the one that the Nesatealia are in such a huff about. It’s not a perfected ability yet, but if it were then well . . . stopping them would be a lot more of a cakewalk than it will be now.” I’m talking to everyone, but I’m not completely sure if Valerie and Sarah hear every last word.

Lida nods in understanding as Olivia wraps her arms around me from behind. I opted to stand for a while, letting Valerie take my place on the couch. “I put Aurora and Sylvia down . . . They were both pretty tired out by the excitement of having two of the same mommy around.”

I’m not sure if Sylvia even knew that Sarah was her mother, but she acted like she did. It’s weird calling The Domina “Sarah,” but it’s the only way to make this work without being rude or confusing.

Recapping events is something a super heroine gets very good at over the course of her career. I imagine police officers must get used to it too. As it is, at least I don’t have to go through paperwork every time I uncover a new ability or bag a new crook. Jade even helped me get the last one tagged and sent off to the wildlife preserve. Silly villains, they go through all of the trouble to avoid or get out of jail just to go back after a futile attempt at revenge.

At least they’re persistent.

“Then now I suppose it’s time I tell you what you don’t know, isn’t it? Sarah already knows much of this . . . But some of it will be new. I’m sorry, but I had to be careful how quickly you were given new information. You were recovering from a serious mental collapse.” Lida uses the same voice to her that she used to me regarding my loss. I don’t like having a sister, it makes me feel jealous and mean.

She shakes her head, smiling weakly in response. “You did what you thought was best. I was a little over eager at first once I could think straight. I’m just glad you showed restraint!”

After she speaks, she turns right back to Valerie and loses herself in her eyes. Even if I’m perfectly happy with Olivia a part of me hurts knowing Sarah used the meeting she and I had to bring them together. Maybe some day I’ll get the full story from her, but for now . . .

Why does she have to still be so much like me? Why couldn’t she at least look a little different? I’m not even sure which of us looks older. My time as Patina wore heavily on me so I might even be the older-seeming of the two of us. It doesn’t really matter anyway. We have the same birthday, the same voice, the same face, and so many other similarities that it makes me feel like a copy.

It’s because of her coming back in time that I was able to avoid becoming her. It’s hard to stay angry with her. I don’t want to trust her too easily, but it’s hard not to. I owe her more than I will ever even think of admitting to her face. I also owe her for meeting the Slut Squad and Mind Bore.

“As I told you when we first met, Lucia . . . The LaSilvas family is a very old family. The term ‘witch’ works for us, though it does not quite do us justice. We are one of the light bearers, the holders of the silver light of truth. There are other families with similar abilities, but well, ours is supposedly the most pure. I’m not sure I believe that, but that is the myth.” Lida smiles in a nostalgic way, looking momentarily so much younger. She never looks her age, whatever it is, but in this moment she looks almost my age.

It’s strange, but it must be a part of whatever we truly are. Witches, supers, silver-flinging maidens of truth, doesn’t really matter to me. It’s just a word. Light bearer is a nice title, though.

“The legends say that we are the children of Glaukos. Usually this is translated to mean bright-eyed, or with gleaming eyes . . . but the interpretation our myth takes, is that it means silver eyes. These are, of course, ways that we describe the originator of our family line . . . Athena. Yes, our family believes that we are the decedents of a woman the Greeks believed was the Goddess Athena. Some of them even believe she was a goddess. They say that we are her mortal children, put forth to bear our light of truth and wisdom. Though I would like to believe even the worst of the LaSilvas are not as bad as the Nesatealia in how they deliver this truth, I know it’s not the case.” She stops, grinning. The look on her face says just how amusing she finds the whole story.

I spare a look at Olivia who very slowly raises an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me that my lover is a demigoddess? She is pretty amazing and all, but I’d have to call bullshit on this supposed divinity. You don’t exactly look like you believe it either, but I still have to say that. I know I’ve been a little quiet, but that is just . . . hilarious.”

If Olivia was not Olivia, I would be in pain. With her, I know she’s just being silly. An adorable little part of her has definitely never grown up. That only makes me love her more.

“Quite right, it is bullshit . . . I like you already, Olivia. I see both of my daughters have excellent taste no matter what does or doesn’t happen to her mind.” Lida grins in an almost flirtatious way, but I don’t feel threatened by it. Lida loves Susan, she’s just a playful brat. “For another of Athena’s names, is Parthenos, or virgin. Athena was never a mother by birth, but rather, by adoption. When any tried to have their way with her, she spurned their advances, and though in at least one such instance a child was born of earth and seed, she still raised the child as her own. Thus, I sought out an alternative explanation.”

“Like what? The LaSilvas family is the descendent of a spot of dirt and a failed rape? I don’t remember the name of the god in that story, but I remember that the kid taught his people how to smelt silver . . .” Everyone stares at me, besides Sarah, who blushes just as much as I do. “Hey! I always loved silver, and I spent awhile as a bit of a myth geek . . . I only remember the interesting bits now.”

Valerie sighs rolling her eyes playfully before whispering something into Sarah’s ear. I shouldn’t feel this venomous. Watching Valerie being happy makes me happy, but watching The Domina makes me upset, and she will be The Domina in my head even if I’ll call her Sarah.

Sarah looks away from everyone as she speaks, and all eyes turn to her. “It was Hephaestus, god of the smithy. I only remember because when I designed, or rather, in my memories of designing the Argentum Project, I did mythological research. I named the firing method the spear after Athena’s spear. I’d met Lida before I traveled back, as I told you before. I didn’t learn much, but I did learn of our supposed heritage. She hadn’t felt the time was right to tell me the rest of her theories yet . . .”

“Which, so we can stop talking and get something done, are quite simple. In your research Lucia, I’m sure you came across the name Pallas. There are a thousand different versions of the story whereby Athena took the name Pallas before her own, but only one of them is accurate. Pallas was a young woman in roughly her early twenties, who was deeply in love with Athena. Athena being the chaste virgin goddess she was, did not respond to her advances. Already I think you can see this does not go down a happy path.

“Pallas was one day following Athena as she was hunting, and in an accident Athena took Pallas’s life. After much research, and I mean much, I came across a version that told Pallas had a young daughter. This same version told much more of Pallas, describing her as a woman of enchantment and light, who refused to use her charms on her love, Athena. She was completely silver.” Lida smiles, motioning toward me.

So, that quickly, I go from being a supposed descendent of a Greek goddess of wisdom, virginity, and war . . . to being the descendent of a character who is mostly a footnote. Pallas Athena, the full name of the goddess . . . and yet there is so little said about Pallas.

If she was anything like me, I can understand why. Still, she had the strength enough not to take Athena’s virtue through unfair means. That means a lot more than it might sound.

Lida stands, stretching with a long, slow yawn. “Even then the information about Pallas was incomplete and several pages were torn from the tome. I tried to find them but nothing worked. Still, it would fit with the LaSilvas prophecy. We are of Athena, as she would surely have raised Pallas’s daughter. The prophecy says that one would be born with the same nature as the originator of our family’s line, and that she would strike down the darkness of temptation and corruption. I believe this to be the Nesatealia.”

“Fine. So me, and maybe The Domina, we’re the long-removed children of Pallas. Great. So now, let’s go and bust into whatever shrine, temple, coffee shop, or zoo they intend to summon this ‘Red’ from. If we’re lucky, then maybe we can stop them before they have a chance to finish up.” Grinning, I look around the room for agreement. Olivia and Valerie stare at me with quizzical looks, whereas Mom and other-me stare blankly.

“Entrance to the shrine of Nesatealia is very difficult to obtain, but I believe I know how we can accomplish that. Your friend, Yana, no doubt has the ability to grant us entrance . . . whether she is aware of it or not. First, however . . .” Lida stares at Sarah, who pales in response. “We need to test your ability.”

Olivia’s eyes shoot open wide as she and she steps slightly in front of me. Slowly, the golden sheen moves over her body, turning her into the golden goddess Aureus. “Nuh-uh! It worked against Pink and The Lady, it worked against Dust, against Yanta, and against Emerald. Nobody is sparking up, misting up, magic-ing up, whatever, my sweetheart. It’s already been proven she can do it in a pinch. Even when she’s recovering from being recently fried she can find the light inside of her head and use it to cleanse herself. No.”

It feels very nice for Olivia to go golden to protect me. She hasn’t had reason to for awhile seeing as how she’s mostly been protecting Aurora, and it’s a refreshing feeling. It makes me remember how she decked The Poetess and crushed the tape under her foot. Such a fond memory. I think that night was when I started to realize just how much she really means to me.

Valerie stares at us with a mixture of envy and worry. Does she see what she wishes Sarah and her could have had? Even when she was with The Domina as The Domina, I didn’t hate her for it. I never wanted her unhappy.

“’Livia . . .” I wrap my arms around her, kissing the back of her head, pressing my body into hers. It feels so nice to be against her when she’s so solid and firm. It’s infinitely comforting, even though I don’t feel like I need a lot of that at the moment. “She has a point. This isn’t going to be the same as the women I’ve actively used my powers to break away from before. If we’re right they know I have this ability, and that means it’s not going to be as useful as it was before. We need to test it with me being actively melted.”

With the most incredulous look on her face, she turns around and stares into my eyes. Her golden lips part to speak, but no sound comes out. Not a particularly surprising reaction. I just said I’m going to let myself be mind fucked in the presence of two women we don’t fully trust, if not by them specifically.

I need to know the limits of this power. If it’s like a muscle, then I need to use it as much as I can. The after effects turning less random would also be damned helpful too. I don’t want to be burning up if we’re in a volcanic temple, or freezing if we’re in a frozen wonderland. The more we can learn about it the better. A lot of me was really hoping Lida would know something more about it once a few details were dropped.

Sighing, Olivia leans back against me. Thankfully she’s careful not to bowl me over. She’s still slender, but she’s a lot heavier made out of metal. “I know that, but I don’t like it. I love you, and I don’t like how much you’ve been mind fucked as it is.”

“If I can be mind fucked, just a little bit, and Aurora never needs to deal with a Nesatealia in her life? I’m not saying the idea thrills me, but this really is a good thing. This is consensual. This is safe. We just melt me down, and don’t let up, to see if I can break through it. We need to experiment with this. If something goes horrifically wrong, we knock on Mystic’s door.” Pausing, I look around the room, then back to Olivia. “Well, you knock on her door carrying me over your shoulder. It’s the same thing.”

Sarah actually looks unhappy at the prospect. Maybe seeing how she looks when her mind is melted down to a hunk of silver is unappealing. There’s also the chance of jealousy over my manifestation of the light.

It’s my responsibility to get a handle on my powers. Windy isn’t here with some new machine to train my body and mind to work in better tandem. Pallas as my ancestor or not, some ancient LaSilvas had a power that I have now, maybe the first to have it in generations from the way Lida’s eyes grew as I described it.

Sounding perfectly proper, devoid of the faintest hint of ulterior motives, Valerie stands up. “If that’s settled then I’ll just mist you up hard as I can until you’re able to break through it. Sound good?”

I kiss Olivia’s ear when she tenses in my hold, trying to soothe her before pulling my lips back. “No. No offence Valerie, but your mist might not be the best idea. I want you to do it, Sarah. I want you to make an open circuit, keep a constant flow of that silver energy into my body . . . if I can fight it off, then we’ll go from there. If not, the four of you have to carry me to Mystic and ask her very politely to polish the helplessness from my head if you can’t pull me out of it. Any objections?”

The Domina looks at me with both arousal and horror. Not only does this allow me to test my new talent, but it lets me test her. With everyone watching, she’s not likely to do anything anyone would notice . . . but she might slip in some subtle way no one else would notice but me. It’ll help me trust her.

Plus, as I can see from the look in her eyes, we both want this. Ever since we started to turn silver, we wanted to be with another woman of the same coloration. To be with another silver woman, and when we were the only visualizations we had, well, I remember how tempted I was when I first met her in the Slut Squad’s school. Being melted into pure tender bliss by myself is far too deep a fantasy.

Yes, I’m cutting my wrist to see if a dolphin is really a shark, but it’s smarter than ferrying the scorpion halfway across the lake before it stings you.

All eyes are on her. Valerie’s look the most surprised, with Lida’s close behind. Olivia is the only other one in the room who seems to really understand. That’s my golden girl. We think along the same lines in the same sweetly cliché sort of way. I love knowing that I can count on her to think at the same speed.

Nervously, Sarah stands, resting a hand on Valerie’s shoulder. “Sure. I can give it a shot . . . Lucia. It feels so strange to call myself that. I’m looking at myself, she’s calling me one name, I’m calling her another. It’s unreal. Maybe you should stand in front of the chair?”

“Nah . . . You won’t let me fall.” I slowly step around Olivia, shuddering more than I want to admit. The last time Sarah tried to do this to me, it was so much different. This time, there are no conflicting feelings. Olivia might be right there, but I can let myself get turned on. I don’t need to worry about this going awry nearly as much.

Valerie’s Sarah might be able to spark Olivia, but not before she got a gold fist to the nose. I don’t think that Valerie would let her precious spark factory get away with twisting the situation unfairly, either.

It’s good to have friends you can count on.

“All right, Lucia . . . How do you want me to do it? I could be touching you, holding you so you wouldn’t fall, lips to your forehead . . . what would you like?” Her voice only barely shudders, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who recognizes that inflection of my voice. She’s as turned on as I am. Being surrounded by our lovers and our mother only makes it better. We’ll be indulging such a tender fetish in front of them . . . It makes my nipples ache.

A part of me wants to tell her to grab my nipples as tightly as she can and to flood me so full of sparks my pussy explodes, but I resist that easily enough when I realize that Lida is watching my eyes hood. “Put the tip of your pointer finger between my eyes, pressed down just enough to feel the contact.”

My thighs clench as her whole body shudders at the sound of my words. She wants it too. Oh, whether she’s been reformed or is only pretending, she needs this. As soon as I said it, and even before, she wanted this. A willing duplicate of herself, ready and waiting for her to complete that circuit. Goddess, if she doesn’t do it soon I might jump into her arms. I know that I’ll have to pull out the light, but there will be such exquisite pleasure before that.

Masturbating takes on a whole new level when it’s you, but you’re not in control. It’s like sex with a mirror. It’s even better.

Standing just close enough, I close my eyes, breathing as slowly and deeply as I can. This alone is worth calling in sick. Olivia might feel a little jealous, but she knows this isn’t only for my fetish. She was never that good at lying with her eyes.

The texture of her fingertip pressing down as light as the tip of a feather feels more like heat than true skin contact. “Here goes . . . Remember, try to fight the sparks.”

“Of course . .. Sar-ah!” I feel the sizzling pinprick of light and electric heat piercing through my thoughts. It’s so strong, so much more focused and intense than the last time she used her sparks on me. It feels like all of the nerves in my body are being stimulated as her light sears its way across my mind, connecting all of the right synapses while turning all of the others off. It feels so good to feel it, to feel every muscle in my body clench harder than they could in any other circumstance as my body sings with the pleasure.

My toes are curled so hard they feel like they’re turning white, but it feels so good. My hands clench into fists. I would groan if my lips could part enough to let out the sound. Fuck, it’s so great, I’m being sparked by myself in front of Olivia, Valerie, and Lida. They’re all watching such an intimate and private moment as my own silver light shines its truth so deeply.

It almost feels like a vine of electricity wrapping itself around my nerves, binding me tighter than rope and deeper than fingers could ever go. My eyes are trapped closed. Nothing could ever open them as the silver wraps so tightly around them.

The energy twines itself around my lips, my slit, and then my clit with such flawless soul-screaming grace. Orgasms don’t feel this good. So very little feels this good.

Her silver twines around my breasts, kneading them tightly with each and every pulse of the current. It pulses with her heartbeat, with mine, syncing up in the same exact rhythm. It’s so quick but so slow, every second slowing down so it feels like an eternity as her sparks pull and twist my nipples as they bind me tighter.

It’s just an addiction, feeling helpless and controlled. It’s not something I need, it’s just something I want. I can fight it, I can resist it, but goddess if there are times I don’t want to! My vision without sight swims with sparks. I can see the energy inside twining around my mind’s eye, and pulsing it into obedience. It’s so much better than sparking myself senseless with my hands between my legs. She’s doing this actively, nonstop, every second I feel going by is just a fraction of a flash in time. Every full second is a paradise encapsulated by barbed wire made of electric silver.

Like fingers or a tongue or both, I can feel her sparks pulsing and moving inside of me, filling me, filling me so full I can feel the sparks flowing out of my ears to trace down to twine with every sensitive place on my back. Oh, I wish I could , could give into this and scream for her to take me, to make me hers, but I can’t. No, I can’t, that’s what she would want me to do, an excuse, an excuse to . . .

Light . . . I need my light . . . Not her light, my light, my guiding light, my eternal flame of consciousness.

I can feel it, struggling against the onslaught of spark, but I fight against it. I fuel it, pouring all of myself into it, taking that small little light in the corner of my thoughts, hidden behind my wanton lust and need, and shove it through the current. I put all of my will, all of my being, all of my strength into the simple thought of overriding the control I can feel her taking.

It feels like more this time, stronger, not just cleansing me, but . . . more. I can feel it fighting away her control, reasserting my will, but it’s more. It senses something in her, and it . ..

How it happens, I don’t know. I don’t feel my body move, I don’t make my body move, I don’t even think about moving, but I feel her lips pressing against mine. I know she’s not doing it. I know it’s me. I don’t know what’s happening, but I can feel my light forcing itself through her lips, and into her.

She might be moaning or I might be moaning, I don’t know. It would sound the same, and it would make me feel just as hot and just as wet. Her breasts grind against mine. My body returns the affection without hesitation. I can feel our nipples kissing as the light sears through us there, too. Our hips grind and twist, desperately trying to press harder, to twist just right, and I can . . . oh goddess, I can feel the light twining inside of both of us, a light from her, identical, reaching out into me.

It’s like how I always imagined a double-headed toy would feel, only it’s made of pure heat, pure energy, and we’re laced with each other in a way so sexually primal, so raw, a part of us so much younger and so much older at the same time.

I can taste the arousal soaking her panties as if her lower lips were in my mouth. I can taste her craving for my acceptance as if it were my own. Feeling my lips through hers drives me wild.

A part of it is somehow like the experience the ink gave me with Olivia, but this is so much brighter. It’s over stimulation, but just like I can look into the sun and not need to blink I can look into this and not need to stop. I just need more. I can feel my thoughts asserting themselves, but they’re not doing it to her, and hers aren’t forcing themselves into me. We’re just melding, we’re just understanding each other, becoming each other while staying separate . . .

I trust you . . . I want you . . . I forgive you . . .

I know . . . Thank you . . .

Her voice speaks in my head. Even though I know it has to be her thoughts it still sounds winded. I can feel my body grinding desperately into hers, twisting and arching and clinging to her as if it’s the only thing I’ve ever needed, but it’s not me. Oh I’d do it if I could, but I can’t, so I’ll settle for this. It’s what I want, better than being a slave to her, being a slave to me, to the light, but free.

I can taste her nipples in my mouth. I can feel how good it makes her feel to be believed, to be trusted, to feel my mind twining with every sensitive place past her shining silver slit. I don’t know what she’s feeling, I don’t care. I trust her. She’s just as much lost to my light as I am to hers, or . . .

This is what I wanted, this is the fantasy, it’s every daydream I ever had but it’s more at the same time. It’s the dream with the real details filled in, the sex dream with a supermodel only it’s fucking yourself. Even if it’s a dream, the other you is having the dream too. It’s sleep but it’s wide awake, fingers and tongues, nuzzling, tits grinding into tits, fingers kneading and grasping my ass for dear life as a knee presses between my legs, and my fingers thrust so deeply between hers. It’s all of that, it’s all of that and more.

The pendant hanging between us, it’s the only thing besides her body and mine that I can feel, and it burns into my flesh as a reminder of our differences, which only makes it better. Fucking myself, and she’s wanted it too, but we’re not the same person, even if we understand each other. She never turned peach, she never wore this pendant, but she wants me just as much. She trusts me just as much as I trust her. She doesn’t even have a choice with how deep this is.

Every moment is yet another reminder of the perfect clarity we share. She speaks the same language, she moans the same moans, and she’s wanted to feel it in stereo as much as I have.

Her tongue slides against mine as we spark in unison. It’s so perfect, our bodies controlled by our light, by our sparks, by ourselves, as we surrender to each other, moving as perfect mirrors. Her hand moves left, my hand moves right. Fingers move in, mine move out, and we repeat and repeat until we’ve both had enough while still craving more.

Encased in lust, encased in need, encased in empathic sexual understanding, I can feel her toes curling between mine and mine between hers as my clit slides between her lips and hers between mine. I can still feel her tongue, but I can taste and feel her pulse in her silver pearl so perfectly.

She has it now, oh goddess I can focus enough to know that. We share it now, she can tap it, she can feel it, she can taste the silver that sears deeper than thought itself and is brighter than white. She can taste my fingers just like I can taste hers, without words, without knowing, without denial. We fall to the floor, our legs twined, our fingers twining with each other’s, arching in perfectly mirrored symmetry. Our shared reality doesn’t even shudder.

Our moans, screams, only get louder, and I can feel it’s so close. That bright light that burns out between my thighs is almost as bright as the one burning everything but my own force of will away. It’s so perfect, so amazing, and I know I can’t resist it much longer, at all, there’s nothing to do but give in, to dive in, to lose myself . ..

I hear her voice in my mind twining with the same words in hers as I scream louder than I’ve ever screamed, sweat flooding over my body as release and pleasure blossoms, everything turning so bright . . .

And reality reasserts itself. We’re on the floor, cuddling, holding each other, lips still locked, eyes opening at the same pace, eyes just as glazed . . . and we know there’s no need to be afraid of each other anymore. I understand. She understands . . . and we both moan before falling away from each other onto our backs.

Silence. It’s sweet silence. Everything feels so dark without my light or hers. My mind feels like it’s been given a workout, sore but tingling with endorphins and pure bliss. That was intellectual intercourse. That was going to the light inside of her tunnel.

Her panting is the only sound I can hear – my panting in stereo.

“So . . . Did that work . . .?” Valerie’s voice asks, sounding both aroused and afraid. Oh, right now, I can understand why Valerie is her little Raine Drop. There’s no connection of memories, not that I can tell. No spillage of her mind into mine, but with that voice, with those words, at just the right time . . . It almost sounds like something Olivia would say, but it’s just enough different . . .

“Yes!” We both groan out in response as I try to slow my breathing. Standing up is going to be a doozy, but there’s no rush.

My light worked so well, and I don’t feel cold at all.