The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Lucia is taking a very, very long time . . .” Lida’s gaze continued to wander about the room. She had no clue how long they’d been waiting for her daughter to return, but she did know that every moment meant that wait was only growing longer. “Is the director of Clearview Asylum really that . . . difficult? If so, I’m sure I could find a subtle way to help.”

Yana slowly nodded as she stretched her arms over her head. “Ms. Porter is not a very agreeable woman unless you fit into her mould just so. I’ve managed not to upset her much, but she doesn’t like my presence. The longer I’m here, the more Silver Girl is here, and she doesn’t like that.”

“It’s not really an asylum anymore. A while back the place got some new funding and became The Clearview Institute.” Both witches stared at Olivia who pouted faintly at their shock. “I like to know the history of the city I’m living in. Midas has a long and rich one, full of economic ups and downs, prison and mental health facilities going up and down, but still staying some of the best in the nation. You never know when knowing who the mayor was in 1926 could save your life. Or just help you impress a fellow super. I’m not just here for campy one-liners and decoration, you know.”

“I know, Olivia. You’re very well suited for Lucia. The same sense of justice, and a heart of gold.” A grin spread below silver eyes as her companions sighed.

None of them were feeling comfortable, but after Lida’s verbalization Yana nor Olivia felt comfortable agreeing. It made Yana worry that something might be wrong with Alice and that the shoe she’d been waiting to drop had finally fallen. Olivia worried that something was happening to Lucia.

Without words the guards left the room. It was not a dramatic exit, simply a matter of the doors opening and then closing quickly thereafter. They welcomed the privacy despite the chill.

Olivia stood and brushed down at her skirt before starting to pace. It wasn’t a habit she fell into often, but when Lucia was an hour late some nights, or two on others, Olivia often found herself pacing. Aurora was usually the one keeping her company but Yana and Lida actually had the capacity for human speech. While Aurora and Olivia had a very deep understanding, Olivia did appreciate the chance to know for sure the person she was talking to agreed with her. “She’ll be back—I know she’ll be back, she’s always back – but I don’t like this. Why would the guards leave? There’s no good reason for the guards to go.”

On her fourth pass of the table Lida stood and very gently grasped her wrist. “Now is no time to let your worries run away with you. I know, I’m worried too, trust me. I don’t like the thought of something happening now any more than you do but we must believe in her. This is hardly the worst to come.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Yana’s voice drew the gaze of both women back towards her. “Lida, if you can’t admit it to your daughter, then perhaps telling her lover will be easier. The truth will come out sooner or later, and it’s best to be in control of how it comes out . . . Sorry, that sounded rather Nesatealia, didn’t it? It doesn’t feel very nice knowing that I’ll be running into my mother again . . .”

“What truth?” Olivia frowned as she pulled her arm away rather firmly. “Lucia might trust you, Lida, but I don’t. I’ll trust The Domina before I trust you, because I know at least a part of her. You, I just know from what she’s told me . . . and you hurt her. You gave her what she needed, then betrayed her.”

Golden eyes stared into silver. The latter pair twinkled ever so faintly as Lida lowered her arm to her side. “Yana, if you could resist the urge to add in drama? I know you were a writer, but now is really not a good time. You have plenty of reasons to be suspicious of me, I agree, but I already told Lucia why I had to do what I did. If I told her then Yanuka would know. If Yanuka knew, then any chance to save Sarah would have been lost. You might have met her as The Domina Argenti, but she is still Sarah LaSilvas, as much as Lucia is. Hurting one daughter just a little to fix the other—“

“She’s not your daughter! She only even exists because she traveled through time! She’s an anomaly, a paradox . . . and you chose her over your daughter.” Olivia’s eyes narrowed more as she took several steps away. “There were a million better ways to handle the situation. Lucia only didn’t call you on it because she’s desperate for your approval . . . because you were a ghost. She wanted a father, something, a second parent, and she was used to not having it. Then she got you. I think she was better off without you.”

Lida winced but held her tongue. She knew almost anything that she said would make the situation worse. Her firm agreement with Olivia’s words was not easing the mood.

The golden woman returned to her pacing with a renewed fervor. Her eyes couldn’t lose the worry any sooner than they could lose the anger. Thoughts ran through Olivia’s mind, familiar thoughts, with a new angle. Lucia always put herself on the line for Olivia, for whoever needed it, and often enough for herself. It hurt her to know that it was the last case where the line was most often to fail.

Under her breath Yana uttered a soft apology. She was never very good in such situations, and her own rehabilitation brought many questions to her mind about Lida’s. She knew her history, the rods, the women she’d used them on herself and the members of Yana’s own family that had rods rather firmly implanted in their heads. It made it so something about Lida’s failure to be fully open with her daughter bothered her.

A part of her had momentarily considered the possibility that Lida had revealed the secret until her reaction had been so unpleasant. She knew that secrets had their place, but in such a dangerous situation some secrets were luxuries. Yana knew she held precious few from Lucia anymore, and it thrilled her.

You’ll never know how lucky you are to have her, Olivia . . . I’d give anything to have someone like her, as sweet and strong but still able to turn off my thoughts . . .

“I’m sorry Lida, and you’re right . . . but I didn’t say that for the sake of drama. They’ll both have to know, and if you’re afraid telling her yourself . . .” Lida’s quick look to Yana yelled for her silence, and she was too happy to oblige with a nod. “Fine. Then we need to figure out what we’ll even do against Red. I felt something new in Silver Girl, something different . . . Was that her gift? She’s the light bearer, isn’t she?”

The door slid slowly open, followed quickly by a smug voice. “Yes she is. At least that’s what I’m told. Not really a big deal to me, but to that Yanuka? Oh yeah. Big deal. You? You’re just distractions.” The woman who entered the room was one that Olivia recognized very well.

“Mourning Frost! I was sure you’d decided to take a chill pill after the whole Argentum Project collapse. Oh well, looks like I get to thaw you out for good.” Olivia grinned as she took a defensive posture. For a long time Mourning Frost had been her arch nemesis. She’d almost missed her when she disappeared. The thought of paying her back for getting her sold off was far too delightful.

Lida held up a hand and began to mutter under her breath, fingertips twinkling and shining with silver light. Her voice soon silenced as the icy villainess flicked her wrist, and a bolt of pure cold coated her hand. The light beneath dimmed as the ice continued to travel along her arm, then down over her body.

In mere moments a thick ice covered the woman head to toe, glittering with the above light. Lida was plainly visible through her frozen prison, her face was frozen in a state of shock. Only she and Mourning Frost were aware of the ice traveling into her ear, chilling even her thoughts. Ice moved between her legs, slowly filling her so perfectly with ice that should have felt so cold, yet somehow felt warm.

Laughing, Mourning Frost slid her ice-capped fingertips slowly along her white hair that glistened a faint blue. “Oh Aureus . . . You keep such bad company! That was Lida, correct? Your mother-in-law? Then that . . . would make her . . . Yana? Splendid.”

Olivia tensed as she realized how wide her eyes had grown. Though the ice queen had always been formidable, she’d never wielded such power before. Her outfit was still the same, white and blue clinging tightly, but her powers were definitely not the same. Before, most of her strategies relied on frozen projectiles, and frosting someone up once they were immobilized or at least injured . . . She never flash-froze someone like that before!

“Impressed? Good. I hoped that you’d notice the difference. You spent our time apart getting knocked up and maternal . . . sigh. Here I’d thought our rematch would be more challenging.” Olivia dashed towards Mourning Frost, hovering just enough off the ground to add the benefit of her flight, but her adversary merely kicked the floor, and slid to the side as it froze. Sliding away like an ice skater she laughed, and grinning even more. “Ah, the direct approach. Good to know you haven’t changed that much. Things are going to be a little different now that I’m done playing cat and mouse.”

“It’s going to be different for more than just that! You haven’t dealt with a writer scorned!” Yana outstretched her hands before mumbling in much the same way as Lida. An invisible force moved from her hands toward Mourning Frost, twisting her own icy footing to topple her.

Olivia looked back to Yana with a quick thumbs up. “Yeah. I’ll admit, I’m a little impressed. You used to be third rate, now you’re just second. Time to put you on ice.”

“I’d hoped at least your puns would improve. Surprisingly enough, I’m glad they didn’t. It will make this much more satisfying.” Aureus stood above her cold blooded nemesis, but this only made her smile more. The floor under her formed an icy path between the villain and Yana, and carried her along it just as if she’d been pulled. She quickly rose to her feet, throwing a snowball-sized block of ice back at her old adversary. “But do chill, I’ll be getting to you next.”

The golden heroine fell with a sharp cry, slipping on the ice. She cursed herself for standing when she could have been hovering, but she was sure that wouldn’t have gone much better.

Yana had no time to react as Frost’s hands sealed over her ears. She could already feel the cold sliding into her ears by the time she began to struggle against the villain’s grasp, crying sharply as she felt herself frozen in place. It felt as if the cold were grabbing at all of the loose strings that allowed her body to move and her mind to think, pulling it tighter the more it froze her.

Mourning Frost grinned as she arched her body against the witch’s. In Yana’s eyes the ice sealing her in helplessness visibly glittered and shone, sending a surge of heat through the villain’s body. Yana’s cries grew even louder as cold from the woman’s bust froze over her nipples, tightly encasing them.

“You can’t hear me . . . You can barely even see me right now . . . but this is for me more than you. I have dealt with witches before. It’s thanks to them, that I’m here.” Asphyxiation-blue lips pressed to Yana’s, sealing them shut in an icy kiss before they pulled away and Yana was pushed back down into her chair. “Sit down, cool off a little . . . You won’t be going anywhere until I’m done with goldy anyway. I want to make her last freeze a special one.”

Slowly, Olivia rose to her feet and then rose just above the floor. “You make it sound like I’m already down! And what do you mean, it’s because of witches . . .?”

Mourning Frost smirked and slowly shook her head. “You always ask questions. Always. Have you ever noticed I only ask rhetorical questions until you’re bound in my icy embrace? You could learn a thing or two from me, pyrite. In fact, you’re about to.”

Olivia frowned and again charged forward at her opponent. In her head she cursed having no ranged abilities whatsoever. Closing to melee range often left her open to attack, and normally that hadn’t been such a bad problem with Frost. She’d lob a few attacks that could be easily broken or dodged, and her opponent would try to slide to the side or pull back. Her newfound strength changed everything.

“You can’t even try to think outside the box! With such conservative thinking, it’s amazing you ever landed a girlfriend.” The cool villain’s hands rose above her head as trails of frozen energy moved towards the ceiling. Just as Olivia reached her, Mourning Frost used the two icicles to pull herself over her opponent, landing atop her. Unprepared for the weight Olivia lurched forward but didn’t fall. Her strength wasn’t as super human as her resilience, but her flight allowed her an enhanced balance.

Coiling around her, Olivia could already feel her enemy making her move. She desperately tried to grab her from her back, but each attempt was met with a grasp at air. Finally as she reached back with both of her hands at once, she felt pure cold pulling her wrists tightly together to seal them in icy shackles.

All of her supernatural might didn’t even make the ice shudder, but she didn’t relent. Silver Girl is counting on me! I’ve taken her down before, I just need to think smarter. I’m way too out of practice. This was an awful idea!

Desperate, Olivia turned her back towards the wall and flew backwards as quickly as she could. Morning Frost leapt off of her metallic opponent mere inches before the wall and outstretched an arm before quickly flicking her wrist. “You never did realize that with a woman who prides herself on restraining her prey . . . walls are not your friend.”

Instead of more ice flying towards her, Olivia was shocked to feel the block of ice binding her hands together split in two as it pulled her hands apart against the wall before freezing them against it. The gold-plated heroine was more than prepared to deal with stronger powers. Powers that were so much stronger they seemed to have grown in all new directions was not so much what she’d had in mind.

If what she said was true, about witches bringing her here, those flame-headed bitches . . . then we are in even more trouble than I thought.

Something twinkled deep in the mischievous depths of Mourning Frost’s eyes as she slowly moved her fingers, and ice grew from the two bonds. Vines of ice slowly slid along Olivia’s golden arms before sliding under and over her top, ice growing increasingly sharp until its movement alone made the fabric fall to the floor in tatters. Slowly but purposefully the vines readjusted, moving to cup the heroine’s now exposed golden breasts, curling just over her nipples.

“Sadly it’s your girlfriend who has literal high beams . . . but you still do get a lovely pair of hard nipples when you’re . . . cold.” Laughter filled the room as the ice continued to move, mimicking its treatment of her top as it tore apart her skirt, and soon after the panties beneath. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen that familiar sight. We had so much fun in the old days, didn’t we?”

“Binding someone up in ice and raping her is hardly what I’d call fun!” Olivia struggled as the ice twined its way around her legs. At her ankles, new thick ice shackles formed trapping them to the wall with her legs spread wide.

Cold hands began to trace along Olivia’s arms as eyes traced every curve of her body one by one. “It all depends on which side of the ice you’re on. And rape? You call it rape?” The hands moved lower, fingertips tracing the outer curves of her breasts. “The way you screamed, and the pleasant looks on your face after I was done when you didn’t think I was looking . . . You enjoyed being ‘raped’, Olivia . . . Neither of them can hear us now. We don’t have to pretend not to know each other well as we do . . .”

Olivia’s body shook as much from the cold as from the arousal. Feeling so helpless was always something she’d loved. The only time she hadn’t was when it was used to remove her humanity. This was different. This was just helplessness and lust. “You were different back then, when you were Monique . . .”

“Taking on a new name doesn’t mean I’m a new person . . .” Monique’s fingers slid up along a familiar thigh, hesitating right beside Olivia’s smooth golden lips. “Look, I even came practically across the country to see you again. Didn’t I tell you I would go anywhere for you? Sure, I’m the reason that you’re here in the first place . . . but I didn’t stay here. I came back. Just for you.”

“You came back for yo-uuu!” Olivia’s voice shuddered as a finger traced slowly along her slit, ice tingling against her in a way that felt too good and too familiar. “It was never about m-m-meeeee!”

Sighing, Monique’s finger slid just inside of her golden victim, carefully sculpting the ice as it crystallized around her clit. “It was always about you. When it was you, anyway. I did change. Broadened my horizons . . .” The ice continued to grow inside of her, and Olivia could feel it moving further, deeper than just her sex. She could feel it somehow filling her, and then . . . it was in her spine, making all of her body feel so cold as it tightened inside of her, trailing higher every moment until it stopped just before her brain itself. “But there’s no reason for us to have this talk now. I’ve learned new ways to use my ice . . . and we’ll have plenty of words to say, soon enough.”

Before Olivia could object lips pressed to hers, and they sealed just as shut as Yana’s had before. The ice trailing up inside of her began to freeze even the thoughts of her objections in place. The sensation felt much better than Olivia wanted to admit as her mind iced over and her golden eyes covered with a light frost.

“Now, Olivia . . . You and I get some playtime. After we’re done . . . you can help me carry Lida.” Monique’s lips pressed into the ice over Olivia’s before she sighed and closed her eyes. “Silver Girl couldn’t have appreciated you like I do . . . You were meant for me. I’m just glad that I was able to remind you.”