The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The song doesn’t fade, but it does quiet enough for me to tell Leora what little I know. Rust has Sarah and doubtlessly took Aurora as some sort of bargaining chip. I don’t know what else to tell her. Rust didn’t give me any information that we can use to stop her. All I know is that she wants something that Sarah can give her but I can’t. All I know is that she wants something from her, and that she calls her Lucia.

Aurora found out her name. She doesn’t seem to like it. Who would choose to be called Rust when they could be called Lia instead? Rust is so dirty and ugly. The thing, I mean, not the woman. The woman is sexier than she has any right to be.

Leora gave me a tour, showing me the larger than life statue of my mother defeating the Nesatealia. It made the song sing louder. She looked so powerful, so raw, so unstoppable. If she’d been able to survive that encounter it’s hard to imagine that she wouldn’t be able to defeat Rust without any effort. She might have taken a few of Aurora’s sparks and not minded, but how easily could she take a silver embrace from a light bearer?

After all of that, she left me to spend some time in the baths. I’ve been clean for a long time now but the water feels so nice. The baths are a large room mostly consisting of a pool. There’s a walkway around the edges edged in silver but I can’t imagine how anyone could resist swimming across.

Somehow the water tingles into every pore, but even with how grimy and sticky I felt before stripping and sliding in the water still feels clean. It feels cleaner than when I entered it actually. My skin feels softer than its ever felt before.

The red in my mind is gone. I’m free from Rust’s influence, but not sure if that makes things better or worse. She has Aurora. I might be able to resist her powers the next time I have to face her but I have no idea what to expect. She won’t be coming out of hiding without a very good reason, and even then she wont be out of it for long. She’ll be ready to teleport away again as soon as her goal is accomplished.

As much as I love mine, some days I really hate magic.

Other women enter and leave the bath, and I don’t even try to hide the fact that I stare. They all have silver nipples. There’s something just so enticing about silver nipples. It doesn’t hurt that they can sparkle and shimmer, too.

None of them mind. One of them even smiles and lays back against the side of the pool with me. I spend some time lifting water in my hands and pouring it over her hair after she does it to me first. The water even cleans my hair and tingles in my scalp better than any shampoo I’ve ever used. She leaves entirely too soon, but not all of us get to be lazy I suppose.

My skin should be so pruned by now, but it isn’t. It feels just as smooth as the silver statues holding those star lights. If I close my eyes and imagine it, I can almost feel that the light is as cleansing as the water.

“Going to soak all night, Sylvia?” Leora’s voice mingles with my song without interrupting it. I lean my head back to look at her standing up on the walkway behind me and raise an eyebrow. “Obviously there’s nothing to stop you if that’s what you want, but the high priestess would love to chat with you. Rust has to be stopped, and I think you’re the only one in Sanctuary who has a chance.”

“Do you have any idea what we’ll even be stopping Rust from?” I dance as the song carries me, letting my voice slide lazily through the air. My words almost come out melodious as a song but I manage to avoid that just barely.

Leora shakes her head before politely averting her gaze. I think it might have something to do with the way I arched my back as her eyes slid down from my eyes. “No, we don’t. We’re relatively certain that she isn’t somehow another light bearer. Her powers are impressive, but impressive and unstoppable are hardly the same thing. Teleportation wards are being set up as we speak. Magic locked away for a rainy day is being withdrawn from storage.”

“It’s just a shame you can’t have the priestesses volunteer to become Wardens, huh?” The song takes a harsh spike down. I didn’t mean to sound so cold, but it’s hard to avoid it. It’s not hard to imagine what would happen if one of them did. They’d be just as helpless as I was.

She doesn’t respond. I don’t blame her. That was just cold of me to say. Yet even still it feels satisfying.

I wait a little longer for her to say more before lifting myself slowly out of the water at her feet. Water runs in slow rivulets down my body, tingling as it goes. She doesn’t look back towards me. A shame, really. I look so good this glistening and wet.

When she still doesn’t speak I take the initiative. “You didn’t see fit to prepare such things before Rust claimed my lover?” This time I don’t feel bad about being cold.

“That expedited the process. I was bringing Aurora here, and we were going to plan what to do next. That was the idea. There was no reason to suspect that she’d come for your sister. At this moment there’s no reason to suspect anything. She has what she wants as far as we know.” Leora frowns. A faint flush rises to her cheeks as I arch my back again and she tries not to stare at my silver and violet nipples for too long. “If the rest of the Council hadn’t gone into hiding things would be different.”

I wave my hand dismissively as she speaks. It doesn’t shut her up, but it does seem to annoy her. It’s a small victory at least. “Lovely. Unfortunately Rust has my clothing. I don’t know what you did with the robes she shoved me in, but they weren’t really in the best shape.”

Maybe seeing Aurora taken before her eyes and feeling just how powerful Rust I for herself helped convince her to take this seriously. I would have imagined that her Wardens being turned against her would be a powerful enough motivator but it isn’t like any of them have done anything besides walk around imposingly. Why would she do so much herself instead of letting the Wardens do her work for her? Then everyone would be too busy trying to free them and not worrying about her.

My song is just as clueless as I am. There has to be some way to free Aurora and stop Rust. I wont let that oxidized bitch steal my lover and tell me I have no place.

“For now we have a set of robes from the temple for you. They aren’t much, and I know they aren’t the most flattering, but they are much more clothing than you’re wearing now.” If I didn’t see how much her eyes have been lingering I would almost be offended, but only almost.

“That should do for now at least. I’m getting back my uniform.” I narrow my eyes as I rise up from the floor making sure to rub my wet breasts against her as “accidentally” as I can. She quivers, and those pretty silver ringlets bounce in the most adorable way. I almost reach out and give them a tug. I didn’t really get to savor her final cry nearly as much as I’d love to right now. “Eventually. In the mean time, the robe? You said the high priestess wanted to see me?”

Leora nods, swallowing so visibly. I wonder how she’d react if I just pinned her against the wall and kissed her. My song doesn’t feel that aroused but there’s only one way to be sure it wouldn’t adapt.

The only reason I don’t is a glimmer of aroused worry shimmering in her silver eyes. She is worried about Aurora. Distracting her from her task only means that bitch gets to keep my lover longer. No one gets to make my sister into a helplessly obedient mewling needy pet but me.

Mincing in her black uniform Leora leads me over to a towel being held out by a statue smiling with her mouth open. She looks so happy to be helpful. It reminds me of something Rust said. I’d never be happy standing in a bath with my hands out all day, but I think somewhere in the song I can understand the allure of having a girl standing like this for me. It’s too easy to imagine every statue with Aurora’s face. They’re all too tall, and some of them a little less adequately endowed, but my mind is too good at playing tricks on me.

Aurora would make an excellent statue. I probably wouldn’t even need to tell her. Somehow she’d get the idea in her mind that it would be a good way to show her devotion and I’d find her standing outside of the shower.

She’d just end up pulled in anyway.

The towel tingles differently than the water, somehow making it softer and fluffier than it should be able to be. It doesn’t do a bad job at making me feel warmer either. I replace it a moment after I’m done watching Leora try her damnedest not to watch me dry off, and take the robes she’s retrieved from who knows where. They fit exactly the same as the robes Rust gave me. They even look almost identical except for the colors.

“A little bland, but they do look lovely on you.” Leora tries to smile encouragingly. At least I think that’s what she’s trying to express instead of how much she’s fighting to suppress blatantly leering at me. I wonder why she thinks I’d mind. “I’ll lead you to the high priestess’s chambers. I’m sure we can come up with some idea together.”

I nod. The song walks for me, making it easier for my mind to wander. If I could drop back home then Counter Spell could be a big help. I wouldn’t mind having Nikki or Prism with us either. Aurora’s old team couldn’t hurt. This isn’t just any super villain threatening to do who knows what. She called Sanctuary a stepping stone. The only place that would make sense to go from there is not a place I’d like to welcome Rust. There might be plenty of super heroines there ready to stop her, but there would be plenty that weren’t able to resist her charms, too.

People might have a hard time feeling inspired to go to a concert headlined by a magic woman when her aunt was responsible for that much chaos. The next tour isn’t even lined up yet, but I’m not letting her ruin it in advance.

The priestesses all watch me very intently as I pass them by. I smile to each of them as sweetly as I can, and even blow a kiss to an especially cute one who still has green eyes. She doesn’t look much younger than me. Maybe she’s a late bloomer. Her curves wouldn’t give anyone the thought.

Our walk is entirely too brief. As soon as we enter the high priestess’s chambers I find myself jealous of her robes. They’re made of a flowing metallic silver fabric that looks so soft it has the same effect on my fingers as exceptionally smooth looking skin. The high priestess herself is beautiful enough in that classic statuesque way. High cheek bones, full silver lips, shining silvery eyes, and long silver hair that flows around her face loosely like you’d imagine a goddess’s flowing.

Its entirely too tempting to crawl over the desk she’s sitting behind and convince her that I should be wearing those robes instead of her. She must be able to see the thought in my eyes because she stiffens when our eyes meet.

Her chamber isn’t too fancy all things considered. Two of those cute statues light the room. A bookshelf stands beside a rather comfortable looking bed in one corner. In the other is her desk. Kneeling between the two is a red haired woman with bright blue eyes wearing a translucent version of the same robes I am.

“Yanuka. So you do get to keep her as a pet. I suppose she grabs the book you want from the shelf, or goes to the library for you? Fetches your food?” Leora told me about this already, but I still don’t think I was prepared to see it. What a sick thought. Even if Lida thought it was a better idea than having Yanuka running around for someone to make use of this hardly seems the right thing to do with her.

Killing her does seem a bit extreme, but don’t they have prisons in Sanctuary? Do they? The more I think of it the more I wonder why they would have prisons. If they have so much magic enslavement would make more sense.

I guess I do belong here.

“That she does. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sylvia. I trust Leora showed you the statue honoring your mother’s victory.” I nod. “Lovely. Please, sit. I was just looking through what resources I might be able to offer Leora’s effort. Lia was one of our daughters, but I never assumed that she was Yanuka’s daughter. I never even had suspicion of her relation to Lida.”

Lida and Aurora always got along much better than Lida and I, but I still seem to recall that Lida spent some time here. “Wouldn’t Lida and Ru-I mean Lia have met? Didn’t Lida spend time here?”

The high priestess shakes her head, making light cascade across her robes with the movement of her body. Oh how I’d love to squeeze those robes against her body. My song is too mild a tempo to spur an action like that but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to anyway. After so much raw want it would feel nice to take a bunch of small unimportant pleasures only for my own desiring of them. Still, there is something to be said for restraint.

It takes some effort, but I manage to pay attention to her words half as much as I pay attention to her body in those delicious robes. “Lia left the temple some time before Lida’s time with us. I’d be happy to tell you all I know about her, but please sit.”

She motions again to the low backed couch placed in front of her desk. Neither of them look exceptionally modern, but almost like interpretations of modern ideas. Silver lines the edges of white fluffy cushions that are entirely too accommodating of my weight. I think if my furniture felt like this back home it’d be easy to balloon up without realizing.

“Lia was brought to us young – very young. How whoever brought her managed to go unseen by any of the sisters, yet deposit her in the middle of the day.” As much as Lida has admitted to having a less than honorable past I just can’t see her being the type to abandon a daughter. Teleportation being such common magic here does make it seem like it might be difficult to pinpoint who it was, but Lida and Sarah both teleport very brightly. If no one noticed, they’d need to be good at hiding their presence. “She was wearing white, and a page was left with her name. Lia LaSilvas. But most unusually of all was perhaps the fact that though she was still an infant, Lia already had a head of silver hair.”

“That’s not usual at all, is it? I mean my mother is the damned light bearer and she didn’t get hers until she was a teenager.” Even my song skips a beat. She did feel powerful, but I had no idea that she might be that kind of powerful. Unease falls over us subtle as a brick.

She nods again, smiling either from my obvious understanding of why its such a big deal or because I’m not looking at her like a potential victim. Either would make sense. Leora shifts uncomfortably beside me, enough to draw my attention. I’ve never seen such an uncomfortable frown. Guilt? The word feels like it would fit. I wish I could tell how old she was. Magic is again just being frustrating.

With a shrug I turn my attention back to the woman with the answers. “She’s the only girl I’ve ever even read about who had silver hair before she was at least nine years old. Lia couldn’t have been older than six months when she arrived. Her eyes were only silver flecked, but they were well on the way to showing the manifestation of her innate magic. Some theorized that she was the light bearer, abandoned by a wandering hunter. Others pondered if she might be an avatar or reincarnation of Athena.”

“How did that turn out?” I can only imagine. Rust isn’t the light bearer, and while she does seem quite crafty I would hardly call her deific.

“Not particularly well.” The high priestess’s heavy sigh mingles with the low notes my song has slid into. “Lia was always a bright girl, taking well to her studies and to her duties as a priestess once she was old enough, but she wasn’t exceptional. She kept to herself, and it was only worse as she grew and displayed no signs of greatness. Some of her caretakers began to push her harder than the other priestesses. She became increasingly withdrawn, and detached from the others. No one was surprised when she went missing. It was a sad day, but an inevitable one.”

I can only imagine how it had to feel to have people expecting you to be their savior and coming up wanting. No wonder she was so cruel about my own magic. I’ve never had it tested or anything, but it’s always been stronger than anything sent at me. I think if I hadn’t already been obedient before Rust showed up to collect me I might have been able to win in a fair fight.

She got Aurora so easily because she plays to exactly what Aurora wants. Damn it. I’m not sure if I’m wishing that I’d done a better job of dominating her or of trying to help mom’s disappearance not tear her apart like it has. She’s been like this before that, but everything’s been harder for her since.

Leora’s guilty expression makes sense now. She’s one of the people who made Lia feel like a failure. She’s part of the reason that Rust hates hearing her name. She doesn’t want to be Lia anymore.

It explains things better than her liking decaying metal anyway. That probably has more to do with how her red started to manifest. Both of my powers showed up at the same time. Why is Rust different? I don’t know enough to guess.

“And now we find out little Lia LaSilvas is the lovechild of Lida and Yanuka. But instead of coming to the temple to take her revenge, something it seems she could have done easily, she only came for my sister.” I frown, standing to adjust my robes before retaking my seat. “She did seem to have plans for the place, but as a part of a phase, not an integral goal.”

“So it would seem. We have no information on the whereabouts of Lida during the time that Lia arrived. It might be best to investigate the angle of her other mother.” My gaze moves from the priestess to the Nesatealia. I’ve seen lip syncing pop stars look like they have more going on between their ears than she does. “Unfortunately, long have attempts to probe her mind found little more than what she was experiencing in that precise moment. Whatever was done to her left her with nothing left. She’s been here for over ten years and she still doesn’t remember a room she’s left.”

A shiver shoots down my spine. Whoever did that to her must have been very unhappy with her. It’s one thing to make a helplessly obedient slave. That makes sense even if it can be so sick and wrong. There’s an efficiency to it. There’s a fetishistic pleasure to it. It’s another to destroy a woman so deeply that she can literally be called mindless.

Looking into Yanuka’s eyes I really don’t doubt it. It probably wouldn’t do any good to try. I wouldn’t know where to start, anyway.

“I guess that means locating someone that might know something, huh? Do you think there’s anyone who might be helpful?” My song grows quieter, fading distant into the background. Maybe it was that other part of me helping me pull back from the edge of disaster. Without its nudge I never would have helped Leora. “Maybe that’s a dumb question, but remember that this is my first day in Sanctuary! If its still the same day. I’m a little unsure on that, actually.”

“Yes, it is.” Leora chimes in not so helpfully. The guilt is gone from her face but she still bares it. It’s partially her fault that Lia is the way she is. It’s partially her fault that Aurora is where she is.

If I was a more violent person I’d fry her mind just so she’d stay still for me to break her nose.

I’d probably soothe her through the healing process but only because there’s something about those curls that makes me want to slide my fingers through them and tug. Maybe its some minor empathic echo I’ve inherited from Rust. Maybe I’m just a little more sadistic than I’m willing to admit.

“There are some women that you might try meeting with. Before Lida left Yanuka’s side they were quite infamous amongst the more decadent parts of Sanctuary.” I blink. Decadent? The priestess definitely said decadent. “The Nesatealia may have made Sanctuary a dangerous place, but the environment they fostered was one of lavish opulence. Uproarious parties with all matter of entertainment, performances by and showcasing of exotic slaves, and of course lots of inebriation were why many who had the favor of the Nesatealia did nothing to bemoan their influence . . . until after their fall.”

Again, Leora squirms. I can’t hold back the frown. Just how many scantily clad women were in her closet? I’d ask, but I’m better off letting her think that I’m sure she’s always been on the level. She knows way more about Sanctuary than I do. Once this is all over her position as Council Leader might not survive my scrutiny, but for now I can let it slide.

Aurora Is more important.

“Unfortunately that’s really all that I can tell you, Sylvia. I will be doing everything I can to aid in the retrieval of both your sister, and your mother. Not so much as I would like, but that can’t be helped.” Even if I can’t be certain that she isn’t just as responsible for Lia’s rusting as Leora at least she does seem genuine. That counts for something.

“It’s a lot more than I knew before we talked. I don’t think I could ask for more. Thank you, high priestess.” I stand and bow my head politely. It just feels polite to do. She is a high priestess after all. That carries some level of respect.

She nods back the same, and it occurs to me that my parentage might carry with it a little bit of the same. After all she does sort of worship my mom. “If I can be of any more assistance, please, just ask.”

I nod again and take Leora’s hand in mine before beginning to leave. I catch sight of her looking to my hand and then my face for answers, but she still looks just as confused. Good. I’m not predictable as my sister. As soon as we’re out of the high priestess’s chambers, one of the few rooms other than the baths that actually uses a door in this weird building, Leora gently pulls her hand away. “Not that I’m ungrateful for your affection, but is there a reason you pulled me out of there?”

“Yes, actually. I have an idea that might help us take on little Lia LaSilvas. The only problem is that I’ll need someone’s help to pull it off, and I think that the high priestess might be able to assist I thought you might be even better. You’re younger, more spirited, I’m sure you know a connection or two who might have partied with Yanuka and Lida. Am I right?”

Leora’s cheeks turn the most adorable shade of bright pink. It almost makes me feel predatory enough to admit. “I . . . might, yes. I suppose I should thank you for mot mentioning that in the high priestess’s presence.

“You should, but you don’t need to. Anyway, I think there are a few errands I could run to get us enough backup in case Rust doesn’t like us sniffing around her mother’s business. So what I was thinking is I go and grab those friends, while you line up a list of who and where to check out. Sound like a plan?” I might not be experienced at this save the day stuff as Aurora, but thankfully she’s left some things behind to help that not be such a set back.

“Of course. Where do you need to go?” I can tell Leora is still uncomfortable. That shouldn’t make me smile. Maybe I just like feeling like I have the advantage in a conversation.

I shrug casually as I can. “Oh, you know. Midas City. California. Any chance you could get me a lift?”