The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You mean this really happens to her that often . . .?” Lida’s rather amused voice is the first thing that I hear as my eyes start to flutter open. “Because frankly . . . she’s your lover, and you’re not at least a little worried when the first thing that happens to her after such an intense experience is well . . . passing out?”

Olivia laughs, sighing soon after. I can see her rolling her eyes even though my eyes are still lined up level with the table. “At first, it spooked me . . . but she can’t tell you an important story of her life without it involving her passing out at least twice. She’s fine. Trust me.”

Firm metal fingers slide over my hair, pulling a melted sigh from my throat. It is kinda funny, I guess. I can’t think of anything that didn’t involve me passing out at least a little that was especially major. Meeting Pandora, meeting Alyssa . . . neither of those experiences involved passing out, did they? No, but they were relatively quick compared to even yesterday’s debacle.

Wait, did I pass out at all yesterday? There’s a lot that I don’t remember, but I’m not sure if I really lost consciousness. Then again, that’s close enough, isn’t it?

“See? She’s already purring like a kitten. The cutest little silver kitten there ever was . . .” Her fingertips keep stroking my scalp, making me mewl before I even realize the sound has left my lips. “See? Pretty silver kitten loves her some scritches!”

I laugh as she starts to scratch behind my ear, playfully swatting my hand out towards her. “Wah! Hey, what’ve I said about not taking advantage of the passed out Silver Girl? Huh?”

“What have I said about pretending as if we’ve made agreements on issues that have never come up in discussion before? It’s adorable, but it’s really a bad habit. I decree that in return for my molestations to cease, you will call our bike the Silvercycle for three weeks!” Olivia’s fingers start to ruffle my hair in just the right way to make it frizz everywhere. It’s going to take a mirror to get it looking right again. I’m laughing way too damn much to care.

“If they’re always this cute . . . I can’t even begin to imagine how their daughter can stand to be around them.” Yana sounds a lot better even with the undercurrent of worry to her voice. Her secret is safe with me and she knows it, but there’s bound to be at least some shame at such memories.

Hopefully the ones of Lida melted through into her. It wouldn’t be enough to really help her feel better but I’ll give her all that I can right now. Feeling all of the possibilities still available to her with the magic in her blood really does make me impressed. She’s come a lot farther with her recovery than I think I could in her shoes, even with the best of intentions.

Wait, Yana spoke on her own! I was admittedly a little worried that my attempts to turn her mind back on hadn’t worked, but luckily I was wrong. That was my first time doing something like that.

It felt a lot slower than what Lida did with me. I imagine speed and skill comes with practice even if I’m working with a much stronger power source. This whole magic thing does sound useful, but I think I’ll need a lot more of Lida’s help before I feel comfortable with it.

My mind kept wanting explanations. Questioning my abilities while in someone else’s mind can’t be a good idea. There was a time when I didn’t even care how my sparks worked. They just did and that was good enough for me. At first I was a lot more skeptical about them, a lot more worried about using them for anything at all. A few times wiggling my nose and making my clothes change and I’ll be comfortable with it I’m sure.

That would be a very useful bit of magic to have.

“Aurora is even cuter, I’m afraid. Mirrors must give her toothaches.” Lida smiles down at me and her hand softly strokes my cheek just once before pulling back. “So Yana, with your little case of witch’s block all patched up, does the offer to help still stand?”

I sit up in time to see Yana nod. “Of course. I get the feeling that you were hoping it would be possible for you to accomplish, and you weren’t exactly planning on teleporting away from here . . . but I really can’t go with you. This isn’t exactly a motel. I’m here because I’m sick. I’m sick, and until I get well leaving is just going to make me a liability.”

“. . . Well, remember all of those women that I set free after I crawled away from Yanta?” Yana nods, looking just the slightest bit confused. “We have reason to believe there are even more being held captive by the rest of her coven, of her family, whatever. We have a lot of reasons to believe it, because it’s true. You won’t be leaving, you’ll just be checking out. We’ll have you back as soon as this mess blows over. How does that sound?”

It’s really hard to phrase that for “when” and not “if.” It certainly feels a lot better. Maybe my inner optimist is breathing, after all. She just needs some air and some positive reinforcement.

Yana blinks, staring at me quizzically. “Do you really think that will work? It sounds logical enough and all, but that’s a large part of why I just have to ask. I’ve watched you in action before. Your logical ideas, while well thought out in your headspace, rarely translate to reality. Not necessarily due to any ineptitude on your part, more unforeseen circumstances.”

Her faith in me is amazing. She’ll trust me to go into her head to free a chunk of her mind from her own ink’s influence, and even seems to trust me with some very, very private memories . . . but she doesn’t seem to have enough trust in my abilities to make the law work for me. It’s what I do!

These days anyway. Silver Girl is much too visible for me to pull the Patina approach. Skirting just under the radar doesn’t really work when you glow while staying in the same place.

“I’ve gotten better at those sorts of things, trust me. I’ll be right back, all right? The director and I might not get along perfectly, but she dislikes meeting new people more than dealing with me. . .” I try to smooth out my hair as best as I can before putting on a bright smile. “Besides, she’s learned that it’s much better to just agree with me. She seems to view me as a nuisance best dismissed quickly. Trust me, I’ll be right back and then we’ll go.”

“Good luck, sweetheart.” Olivia gives my hand a squeeze and my cheek a kiss before I stand. At least she has faith in me. Her faith means more than everyone else in the world’s combined.

I wiggle my fingers as I walk out of the meeting room, heading for the director’s office. Alice Porter isn’t the most unpleasant woman I’ve had to deal with, but she definitely isn’t fun. She is a goddess within these walls; people dance to her words, and it’s gone to her head. Someone with a power trip doesn’t make for a good asylum director, but no one asked me.

The guards pay closer attention to me than they usually do, and I don’t like it. Maybe it’s my wardrobe adjustment, but I don’t think so. Their eyes aren’t on my body. They’re staring at my face. It feels like I’ve missed something, but I can’t place exactly what.

A part of me is shocked when no one stops me in the room before her office. Through the frosted glass I can make out two silhouettes but not much more. I knock on the door and wait.

“Come in . . .” Alice’s voice sounds out from the door, but it sounds different somehow. It’s definitely her, but in an inflection I’ve never heard her make.

Maybe it’s that she sounds unusually happy. I can’t be sure just from hearing two words, and if she’s in a good mood I don’t want to find out by making her angry. If today wants to go better than I expect it to go, I’m not going to be the one to tell it “no.” I’m sure someone else can do that far better than me, anyhow.

Sure enough, when I step in the first sight I’m greeted with is Alice’s grinning face. She’s sitting sideways on the other side of her desk, leaning back on one hand as the other is half through her crayon-red hair. It’s a classic cheesecake pose, and combined with her professionally short skirt riding half up her thighs and her top unbuttoned two buttons too low to be tasteful, she looks like she’s only a matter of shutter clicks away from being a centerfold.

The grin goes to her eyes, making her look consumed with lust or simply euphoria. If your mind is in the gutter—and with a body like hers in a pose like that it’s impossible to keep mine out of it—then she looks practically glowing with lust.

Her glasses are the pretty sort that are about half the size of most with a pretty curve to the lenses, and they look even prettier when she starts to lower them down her nose. When her hand moves from her hair to her glasses the strands fall messily across her face. Something about it makes her look so primal, so raw, so . . . predatory. I’ve definitely never seen this side of Alice Porter before.

I don’t think anyone has.

“Hello there, pretty little Silver Girl . . . Mmmm . . .” Slowly, she rolls her shoulders, moaning as she arches her back. Her head slowly falls back, making her hair fall in such a gracefully sexual way. Her eyes are closed as her face turns to the ceiling, but her voice is so intense. I can feel it focusing on me just as strongly as if she had me pinned to the door. “You normally don’t bother to pay me a visit . . . Was your old catch not . . . stimulating enough?”

My voice is caught in my throat. It’s not that I can’t talk to a beautiful woman. I have no problems talking to women who are obviously vamping. Talking to beautiful women who are practically melting out of their clothes in front of me that are usually cold and in positions of power? That makes me choke.

Laughing, Alice takes off her glasses, setting them down on her desk. The reason is likely to show that her skirt has risen a little farther. “Has the cat caught your tongue? Or maybe, your pussy?” Her leg closest to me slowly sweeps towards me, knocking who knows what off of her desk while showing a very pretty view of her lacy panties. They’re the exact same shade as her hair, if not a little darker. Then again, they could be darker because . . . “Mmmm, the silver slut stares so sweetly . . . Take a closer look?”

“Closer look . . . no!” I want to take a closer look, oh goddess how it is rather appealing and this chance will never happen again, but I’m here for a purpose. I have Olivia, I have an important ritual summoning to stop! “I came to talk about Yana! I need to borrow her, she’s vital to stopping a very, very dangerous threat! I’ll return her as soon as . . . as soon as the matter is . . . settled!”

“Oh? We can discuss Yana . . . After we finish discussing you, and me.” Alice’s increasingly smutty display hasn’t stopped for a minute. She unbuttons just one lower, enough to show the matching red lace of her bra. Her skin is glistening prettily with sweat. I can smell her. “Hmm?”

Waves of heat are pouring off of her, and it’s enough to make my knees shake. I blink my eyes in an attempt to make the hooding stop. If she wasn’t Alice Porter, I would spark her to make her listen to reason. Sparking a woman that runs a mental institution to break out an inmate, even if it’s for perfectly just reasons? I have a feeling the authorities would dig deep into my head to find out why, and there is a lot in there I do not want them finding. That is, if they don’t just throw me into a room padded with spark-resistant material.

This is such a bad situation. It stinks of something being off, or of something not being right or . . . I don’t know what. The feeling is confirmed when the door slams shut behind me, and locks. I spin around to look, but there’s no one behind the frosted glass, and I was still standing pretty close to the open door.

“Nice to see you again, Sarah. I came to offer my services to Alice. She seems much more appreciative of them than you were, doesn’t she?” I forgot the other figure in the room. Damn do I feel stupid now. The sight I see when I turn to look isn’t a shock.

She’s short, with adorably petite features. Her hair is black and done up in a very elaborate bun, one that would take anyone but her at least an hour to fit into place. The shade of black is that slick, shining black that I’ve never seen a woman who wasn’t Asian have, at least naturally. Tightly clinging to her body is a blue dress suit with a salmon shirt underneath. Dark frames sit in front of her deep brown eyes.

Alice moans from the desk, but I don’t turn to face her. I step carefully just enough back to be able to watch them both. One of the director’s hands pulls her panties to the side. Her bare, slick pussy is dripping just enough of that oily ink to glisten. “Oh . . . Milly helped me with my . . . control issues . . .”

“Milly . . . Really, I don’t know why you’re even bothering with this. I know it’s you, Yanuka. I can only imagine what you’ve done to her, but it stops, now!” My arousal doesn’t fade away, but the sleepy haze that accompanies it does. I hold out a hand, making every fingertip sparkle silver. “Let her go . . . she hasn’t done anything to deserve this!”

“She has a problem with people who rebuke authority or work outside of it. I helped her see the flaw in this reasoning. Now she understands she is a slave to authority, and this problem is more a problem of denial. You don’t have that problem any more, do you?” Yanuka smirks, motioning towards Alice, who is happily shuddering on the desk. Her fingers are rubbing her own juices mingled with ink along her slit, and for a voice so used to sounding upset she’s definitely not restraining her pleasure-filled moans.

Even if I spark up Yanuka, I’m sure that she has some sort of a backup plan. The best option is to get the hell out of here and deal with the consequences later. I grab the doorknob, twisting as hard as I can, but it’s stuck tight. It doesn’t even feel like it was made to turn. Taking a closer look, the knob, the door, and the wall, all seem to have ever so slightly fused.

Escape might be the best option, but it doesn’t seem to be one I have access to.

Yanuka closes her lips around the end of a pen, and the sight sends shudders down my spine. Trapped. This is not a good feeling even if it makes me tingle and clench.

“Sorry silver . . . Can’t have you leaving yet. Don’t even try—” She stops speaking just long enough for me to slam my elbow hard as I can into the glass. The glass feels harder than steel, and it actually feels like the glass pushes back as I fall flat onto the ground. “—to break the glass.”

Hesitating on my sparks hasn’t done me any good. My position isn’t very dignified and gives Yanuka a more than flattering view of my panties, but I don’t care. Holding out both of my hands I send out as many sparks as I can. “Then how about I break you!”

They fly towards her, each following a perfect straight line, before stopping dead in front of her. Her lips move in a slow mumbling way as she gestures the pen like a wand, causing the sparks to slowly twirl in the air. “Yanta is my younger sister. If she could stop your little lights, just imagine what I could do with them. No, that would be quite rude. Alice is giving us a show, and you’re ignoring it.”

Alice’s top is hanging from her shoulders, fallen from her breasts. She must have lost another button. “Yeees! Watch, I want to show you everything, Silver Girl! I have to apologize for how cold I’ve been . . . I want to be warm!” Her hands tear away her top, and the remaining buttons fall to the floor.

I’m trapped. On her desk, Alice struggles with her bra, apparently too overtaken by desire to make amends to unhook it, and Yanuka smiles sweetly as her saliva glistens off of her pen. My sparks dance in the air as I try to make them move away from her, but they feel disconnected.

The pen flicks in her hand, motioning towards me, and the sparks shoot up my skirt. I shudder with a sharp cry, falling flat onto my back as the pleasure blossoms over my body. The sparks don’t die, they just spread out and grow, pulsing and sizzling inside of me. I can’t stop them, but I can feel them touching all of the places my sparks flow through, making me curl and clench and shake.

I try to look away from the director as her hands cup her breasts and knead, back arching as if to offer more of a view, but something pulls me up and forces my head towards her. I would close my eyes, but as long as I can see what’s happening at least it’s better than seeing nothing.

It’s the same feeling I felt from my sparks before I lost control of them as she takes control of my body, of my eyes. I know I couldn’t close them if I wanted to. “Watch, silver. Watch. It’s not as if you have a choice.”

Grinning, our “show” rubs her fingers along her slit before smearing the slickness over her nipples. “Don’t you just want to suck? I love the way you’re watching me, staring at me, watching me . . . I want to feel you, to have you feel me . . . I want you to taste me . . .”

There are so few situations where a woman offering a pussy-wet nipple is a bad is a bad thing. Trying to struggle just makes my body feel more helpless. Nothing solid is holding me, but I can feel it anyway. The sparks burst inside of me and I can’t even try to resist crying out. It feels too good, too strong, too familiar. “Alice, you need to stop . . . I forgive you, okay? Just . .. just take that pen away from her, okay? Be warm with her, she’ll appreciate it even more!”

She seems to consider it as her tongue laps at a wetly shining finger, but quickly shakes her head. Her eyes glimmer as she slides over her desk, breasts shaking so perfectly as her feet hit the ground.

A loud snap sounds from my peripheral vision, and Yanuka grins even more as I feel my position shifting, my body slowly moving to kneel with my knees spread far apart. I can barely see the pen in her hand glistening before she slides it back into her mouth. She’s so much stronger than I thought she was, and she’s just playing with me.

“No, Silver Girl! I need to apologize to you! You even tried to help out poor little Yana . . . She tries so hard, but she’s still such a bad girl. Not like you . . . You’re so good . . . So good . . .” Her bare pussy grinds down into my leg as she leans forward to moan right into my ear. “Oooh your skin feels so good . . . Make it spark. I saw when you did it to Yana, when you sparked her, to help her think, to help her mind open . . . Do it to me, make my pussy open, make me cum all over your leg like a dirty little slut. Make me obey your authority!”

Every time she grinds her body down against me she presses her bare breasts into my chest. Even with my top still on her wet nipples feel so good. It doesn’t help that my body is arching back into her, pressing my breasts as firmly into hers as it can. I feel so helpless, and so hot.

“You should accept her apology, silver. Suck on those pretty little nipples. Remember, suck?” Milly, Yanuka, whoever she is, I can feel her grinning down at me as my mouth starts to fill with thick saliva. I try to spit it out, but after the first attempt works, the second fails. “Stop resisting, you’ll make Alice upset. Suck, silver. Suck all the last of her mind right out of her oil-dripping nipples.”

Alice screams as my hands hold up her breasts, kneading even as I try to stop. It doesn’t matter, nothing matters, her power over my body is too strong. Alice’s nipples are starting to drip black just like Dust’s when she tried to help me. My lips close around her left, sucking so hard.

Her pussy clenches against my leg and I whimper as she goes from slick to torrential. “Yes! Suck, suck it all out, Silver Girl! Can feel you sucking out my miiind! Fuck! Suck! Suck it all!”

I can feel the ink from her pussy sliding up along my thigh, but it’s so hard to focus on that with my lips sucking so much of that thick, sweet blackness into my mouth. My body swallows without permission, taking it all in, and I can feel it spreading over me, wrapping around me, kneading me, fucking the inside of me in ways I couldn’t resist even if I could move. I can feel it pulling my eyes back into my head, making it feel so good that it hurts.

“That’s right silver. Suck it all down until you’re overflowing. Don’t you just love the way I’ve made Alice taste? You’re succumbing . . . and in my ink your mind will waste.” Rhyming, rhyming is in vogue in some of the circles she floats in, though not in English. I try to think of that instead of the nipple that feels so hard but so soft in my mouth, so thickly wet, but it’s impossible.

“Suuuck me! Suck . . . suck . . . suck . . .” Alice whimpers a perfect mantra as she grinds on my leg while flowing into my mouth. Her juices soak through my panties and into my body, but it’s still only a distraction from her taste. “Suck – oh! Fuck!”

My eyes melt open in time to see her head thrown back as she clamps down hard on my leg. The ink flow grows thicker for just long enough to taste before it stops. My lips part, as she pulls away to fall onto her back. She looks so small on the floor, shuddering with a pool of black covering her other breast, and another melting from between her legs. A fainter flow melts from her lips and her ears, and the lighter color somehow makes it seem less . . . wrong.

Panting, the director’s chest rises and falls, before the ink slowly moves along her body to wrap around her wrists and her ankles. She whines as the ink slowly shapes into cuffs only moments before oily wet chain links grow from those four points. Once each slick black chain is a foot or two long they lift into the air, rolling her body in mid air before seeming to latch to the ceiling.

Her eyes lock with mine, and it’s a horribly erotic sight. Suspended from the ceiling by chains made of ink, her eyes are only pupils.

My hand slowly pulls up my top to twist my nipples in perfect time with her breathing. It’s so wrong, but it feels so perfect. My fingertips spark and I scream as my body shakes. My panties are soaked, and I can feel the ink thickly melting into me. I want to not want it, I want to hate it so badly but I can’t.

“That’s right silver, watch the director. She used to be so powerful, and now she’s hanging helplessly as your own body betrays you. You could have saved her, but now she’s coming with me.” I want to turn to face her, but my body won’t obey and she’s walked around behind me. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling my head back hard. My body doesn’t resist as I moan at the sudden eye contact. “You’re coming with me too. You wanted to meet Red? I can’t wait to introduce you.”

I try to struggle out of her hold, but the struggling only reminds me that I’m helpless. Her power holds me immobilized, exposed, and touching myself as she watches with hungry eyes. I can’t do anything without her making me do it. It makes me feel so helpless, so pitiful, so . . . so wet.

The shame I want to be there isn’t, but I try to feel it anyway. It doesn’t work, but I want it to so much. “Don’t feel too bad, silver. You saw the treatment my sisters gave Susan before you were born . . . Whatever Lida told you about your birthright, about the prophecy, was blissfully ignoring your . . . affliction. You were marked from birth, and now, you are claimed.”