The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I don’t know how long we stayed up working on everything before I fell asleep. Hope and Counter Spell were talking so far over my head that even trying to follow them was starting to make my neck hurt. Heather spent the whole night enjoying being close to Flora who seemed overjoyed to be part of such a big gathering. I know I chimed in here or there, but it’s all such a blur now.

The High Priestess let us use her office. It was kind of her, but her desk isn’t nearly as comfortable as it might have seemed when I rested my head down. At least I don’t have any headaches or hangovers. I definitely feel better than after our last show in London.

“Ah! You’re awake. The last way I wanted to start the day was by shaking you awake to have you melting me to my knees.” Leora isn’t the woman I’d chose to hear first in any morning before I’ve gotten a little time to put on a polite mask. It’s better than hearing Lia’s voice. Better than hearing Aurora screaming in pain for sure. “It seemed like it might be best if we started getting to work sooner than later.”

At least her silver curls are adorable. It almost takes effort to stop myself from reaching out and giving one a tug. “You do look cute like that. On your knees, I mean. Not that I’m going to.” I pause. “Can you tell I just woke up?”

“Yes, yes I can.” We share a laugh that for me turns quickly into a yawn. “I suppose you haven’t been back with us for long. No worries. A quick bath and you’ll be all ready to go. We’ll have a better chance interrogating the women I tracked down alone. Your friends look suspicious – in so many more ways than one. They’d just make our leads clam up. Most people who used to be a part of the night life back in the day are only used to seeing such an exotic grouping of women as slaves. We won’t want to make them think we’re looking to add them.”

“Of course. Good thinking!” I might not be happy with Leora’s role in what no doubt lead Lia down her corrosive path, but it is useful to have her on our side. She knows a lot more about the darker parts of this city than I do, that’s for sure.

I lift myself up and stretch my arms over my head. Leora’s eyes don’t do a very good job of being subtle. They stare right at the open star on my chest. I don’t really mind or anything. Still, I notice and it makes Leora’s cheeks flush. Every time she makes herself look cute I just want to shove her into a wall and make her call me Nebula or Singularity or Mistress. She’s probably earned it, too.

You’d think after experiencing so much mind control that I’d have some reaction to these thoughts beyond wanting it more. Leora might have made mistakes in the past, but so has Hope. And yet right now, looking into her shimmering silver eyes, I want to make Leora my slave. I want to kiss her and make her fall to her knees.

My eyes hood before I realize it. No. There’s plenty of time to fool around with the pretty curly haired woman after we’ve saved the day. Then we’ll all go home, and I might find a way to visit Leora to keep her in line.

I might also find a way to visit Leora just to make her blush and kneel. There’s really no telling what will sound like a good idea until it happens. “So, tell me, who did you find for us?”

“Find?” Leora blinks slowly. Her mind is so off track it makes me quiver. Oh the things that I could do to get her mind focusing that much better. Thinking like that is really not helping us get moving but she makes it too easy being so fuckable. “Oh, right, find! Well, I found a few women who used to associate with them at various parties, but I don’t think we’ll get much from many of them. The woman we’d be best off going to is a woman who runs a small jewelry named Vanessa Raine.”

That’s somehow not a name I anticipated hearing. I knew that Valerie had family here too but since I hadn’t seen any yet I didn’t think that I would. Lida never really mentioned them much. I know they aren’t quite as big of a deal as the LaSilvases, but that doesn’t seem very hard.

Valerie’s parents were a lot like Sarah’s from what she’s told us. They met, had a magical romance, and then her purple haired mother ran off to have fun or do something elsewhere. Her less-magical mom never really much minded and never made a big deal about it. It’s funny the way that Sarah never having Lida was such a big deal, but the same situation never really bugged Valerie. Maybe it was a remnant of it not being Lida’s choice? It probably didn’t help that Susan wasn’t very forthcoming with details.

All of that’s in the past anyway. Mom still goes by Valerie Raine. It occurs to me that I probably could have pulled her into this. She probably misses Sarah even more than Aurora does, but this isn’t the sort of thing she does anymore. Tugging her in for all of this would be mean. It’s bad enough that she had to deal with Lys.

I shake my head to push all of those thoughts away and force myself to smile brightly as I can. Leora has been busy staring at my chest so I don’t think she minds me getting lost in thought. “So, jewelry store, huh? Vanessa Raine?”

“Oh! Right! Vanessa Raine. Her store is named ‘Lustrous Rain’— it’s not a bad little place to find a gift or a little treat if you’re in the right mood. She used to be legendary for seducing pretty girls and leaving them not remembering half the night, and not particularly minding.” Leora’s distant smile screams that she was either one of those girls, or was too young to be and wished that it had been otherwise. “She’s been a respectable member of society since the fall of the Nesatealia. Never once been suspected of anything less . . . consensual. I do have other leads, but I don’t think any will prove as fruitful.”

I shrug. “Then let’s just cut to the chase. Let’s be there when Vanessa opens up her shop.” There’s really no point in wasting our time with leads that even Leora doesn’t think stand a chance, is there? “If we need anyone else, we can use your other leads. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we know where to go next.”

Leora grins. This time it isn’t even because her eyes are staring right down my top! “That’s why I came in now. It’s not a very long walk, she should be open by the time we get there.”

The walk really isn’t too far. The weather is a beautiful sunny sky, albeit green today. Apparently that isn’t too unusual because Leora hardly seems concerned. The air feels fresh and warm. Of course the streets are much less populated, but between Rust’s little march and how early it looks to be none of that is especially surprising.

Lustrous Rain is a quaint little shop that almost disappears into its surroundings. The simple yet rustic wooden building would stand out back home but here it almost looks unimpressive sandwiched between another two wooden buildings that look like they’ve been here for centuries. Looking through the windows on our approach I’m taken back by how much this reminds me of when I met Screamer.

Of course I’d think of her now that I’ve already gone on a recruitment run. It’s probably for the best. I don’t want to see the way her face looked when I stopped her running amok in that jewelry store again just because I asked for help.

Instead of a ringing bell following the opening of the door there’s an entirely too familiar chord progression. It’s one that Nikki drilled into me when I was first starting to learn the guitar. I still think part of the reason she insisted I was such a natural was because of the way I’d spent enough time in her mind for it all to just make sense. I could probably play the piano just as well thanks to Tasha.

A voice interrupts my search for the device that pulled that off. “What an unusual sound. Welcome to my Lustrous Rain.” I look away from the door as Leora steps in. A purple haired women steps out from behind a tall display case. She has purple lips and purple eyes, too. Her milky skin looks so soft that as much as I want to rub all over her face, and down along the elegant arch of her neck, I’m almost afraid my hands would be rough enough to hurt her.

Her dress is a beautiful sky blue with long wisps of violet. It seems to hold perfectly to the most enticing of her full curves while flowing freely everywhere else. It isn’t starchy like the priestess robes, but it isn’t diaphanous either. It manages to be alluring by giving enough certainty to make my mind race at filling in the mysteries it leaves. She wears silver earrings shaped like raindrops, and a beautiful silver necklace studded with all flavors of precious gems. Each hand wears a ring, both wrists a bracelet, and twined paths of silver falling rain lace themselves around her upper arms.

I’ve never seen a woman wear so much jewelry and just make it work for her so perfectly. The only woman I’ve seen wearing more metal was the metal. That makes it a little different. “Oh my. Leora and . . . Oh you simply must be her! That would explain the chime, wouldn’t it?”

“Nice to meet you, Vanessa.” It takes a lot of practice to be able to talk like you aren’t aware of how your cheeks are almost glowing silver and violet. I don’t quite have it down. “You’ve met Leora before?”

Mist swirls behind Vanessa’s eyes as her lips curl into a smile that screams “delight” like sun through a suspended raindrop. “Oh yes. Besides being a rather frequent customer, we did attend so many of the same fetes, did we not? Such lovely memories those times were. Of course we still find out ways to have fun now under Leora and the rest of the Council, but there’s something to be said for moments of light in worrisome times.”

Having felt Valerie’s mist enough, mostly in the innocent context of trying to make an injury hurt a little less, it’s impossible not to think of how much Vanessa’s voice manages to feel so much the same. There’s a pleasant sweetness to it that makes every syllable softer.

It also seems to be capable of making Leora’s cheeks darken dramatically. For being a leader she is entirely too good at looking uncomfortable. It makes me wonder if she got the job because no one else wanted it, because she was born into it, or from some other less honorable route. Somehow I find it difficult to put very much past her.

“I was too young back then to even be on your radar, Vanessa! I still had black hair. I don’t think I ever saw you ever take the hand of a black haired girl.” As much as I love being the center of attention, it’s fun to get to step back and watch someone else squirm for a change. Leora raises a finger to twine it through one of her curls as her teeth close around her more flush silver lip.

“Nonsense, Leora! I took the hand of many. But unlike those with silver, red, purple, green, or some other lovely shade?” Vanessa steps past me, body brushing mine as she moves closer to Leora. Her voice lowers in a whisper quiet enough to be intimate but loud enough for me to hear without straining. “But for all of those girls too young to have fully embraced their gift? I made it a special experience. I moved in close, or moved by in passing, and took their hand in my own special way. I met their eyes, and let them know just how much I admired their beauty. Sometimes I didn’t just take their hand.”

I almost wonder if this is some sort of slang that I don’t get. In a world without men does “take the hand” have more implications? There really is so much that I could learn.

Leora stammers and clears her throat. I can see her eyes sparkle brighter as Vanessa takes Leora’s hand in both of hers. Her lower hand, the left, is just there to cradle Leora’s and give it a place to rest. Her right hand traces slow patterns along the top of Leora’s, trails of mist following her fingers as they draw their lazy paths.

Vanessa isn’t using enough mist to render Leora helpless, but she might be using just enough to make her beautiful silver eyes hood. There’s a wide expanse between seduction and coercion. Each purposeful twist of Vanessa’s fingers whispers how well she knows and how little she would ever need to coerce. Leora is almost a puddle in her hand as it is. If she were to do much more the poor curly haired woman might fall to her knees.

“You can’t just take a woman’s hand in the middle of a crowded event and make her feel anything but exposed if doing so in private would feel scandalous to her. You have to teach her how to savor such new sensations.” Vanessa hoods her eyes as she brings Leora’s hand up to her lips. Instead of just giving it a kiss Vanessa slowly breathes along her skin and just whispers out against her quivering hand. “After all, you want her to come back for more, to dream of you late at night when thoughts of you are so much warmer than the blankets that hide their curious fingers.”

I’m not even the one she’s seducing and I can’t hold back a quiver. Vanessa is just as good as Leora said she was. She would never need to mist someone to get a kiss, or their hand. She’s too good for that. Still, she’s good at making a show of her more subtle efforts.

It’s not hard at all to imagine her making a place for herself in a world run by the Nesatealia. She works in a more civilized city just as well, but she has the raw appeal that would amuse a woman who could rip away her will and make her kneel enough that they wouldn’t want to rip away the free will that made her so fun to watch. As much as I think she really did savor each and every one of those parties they were as much memories to savor as they were protection.

She was a performer in a way that I feel myself understanding so well. I can’t make love to my fans on stage, but I can make them think of it. I can make them feel it with my words. It makes me wonder if Yana wasn’t overestimating the affects her power had on my development.

“I . . . I stand corrected, Vanessa. You really haven’t lost your touch even after all this time. We’ll need to host a celebration after all of this is over. P-perhaps then you can teach a few new faces how to have their hands held?” Leora’s voice is shaking more than a raised flag in a hurricane. I can almost smell her from here.

All Vanessa would need to do is just push in a little too much of her mist. Leora wouldn’t even notice. The glassiness in her eyes would slowly overtake that shining depth of her consciousness until all that remained was blissful surrender. How easy it would be makes the temptation rise in my fingertips. I could just slide in behind Leora, press my lips to her exposed neck, and let my nebula finish what Vanessa started.

She’d mewl no, maybe even struggle, but her heart wouldn’t be in it. It would be like melting Aurora. Sometimes she’d fight it, sometimes she’d even struggle. She always wanted it. Every time she wanted it more.

They’re both so much the same. Leora even seems to act and look smaller than she is as though it could shrink her down to Aurora’s size. Imagining the two of them with sparkling locked lips and empty silver eyes makes me shiver. Then it occurs to me how delicious it would be to see Aurora falling prey to Vanessa’s charms.

“Thank you, Leora. Silver hair does suit you. It makes the light trace its way most tantalizingly through your curls. A pity I never took steps to reserve this hand for my own.” Vanessa winks as she finally kisses the center of Leora’s hand.

I’ve never seen such an innocent display that made me feel so turned on. Lips meeting the back of a hand should not be a sight that makes me feel like a voyeur looking in through a window. I love it. “Your reputation doesn’t go far enough, Vanessa! Not only do you have a lovely little shop, but . . .” I motion one hand to Leora before laughing and stepping away to look along a glass counter filled with rings.

Some of these gems just can’t exist in nature. That diamond ring looks like it’s holding a rainbow inside. That ruby looks like it’s literally holding a fire suspended inside. I’m definitely going to need to get something for Nikki after all of this is over with. As much as maybe I should have at least asked Screamer, I don’t regret giving Nikki her space.

“Why thank you, Sylvia.” I smile as her hand rests over mine on the glass. “I imagine you’ve never seen anything quite like these. There are people where you come from capable of making them, of course. Or, at least close approximations. But I take pride in them all the same. Each one special, unique, made with just the right touch of magic at the right time.”

“Each one unique . . .” It’s hard to imagine how she could make so many and never make the same one twice, but looking at her selection it becomes a little easier. “You really are amazing, Vanessa. But I think you know that isn’t why I’m here.”

I look to her eyes. It’s impossible to feel less than special under her gaze. Her fingers mist against my hand as they begin to trace just like they did over Leora’s. “Unfortunately, yes. Just as that was how I knew you were Sylvia LaSilvas, and not one of her admirers. They do exist, you know. You’ve made the look most fashionable.”

If she touches everyone’s hands like this I can see why it’s such an envious privilege. She moves her fingertips across my hand with more reverence than I’ve ever felt to such a casual place. I’ve had lovers spend an agonizingly long time worshiping my thighs, or my neck, or at the star of my top or between those same thighs, but never my hand. Never like this. It had looked a little like Leora was just being easy to tease.

Vanessa’s touch could send me to the floor. Her fingertips feel lubricated by her mist, making the touch both more intense and more airy at the same time. I want to press into her fingers but doing so would ruin the sensation. So easily she keeps my hand trapped and obeying the movement of her causal seeming caress.

“I d-don’t suppose you know where we could find Lia, do you? If she’s Yanuka and Lida’s daughter, and there was any place that she might go . . .” Vanessa strokes over a knuckle and I moan. I hadn’t even realized she’d neglected them entirely, and somehow as a result made them more sensitive than my nipples. Speaking of my nipples, I can feel them straining against my top. It doesn’t do nearly as good of a job at hiding them as my actual star-cut top, either. That or Vanessa is making them strain that much more. “It would really be such a big help.”

“I know a place or two. You know Lida and Yanuka were for a time most inseparable.” Vanessa’s fingers slowly slide up along my arm. Their slowness isn’t just in how quick they move. That’s a given, but it would be so much easier to bare if they didn’t retrace their path each time before moving higher. It does a miraculous job of making my shoulder ache for her touch. “Lida had quite the affect on Yanuka. She had been just like any of her sisters before they met.”

“O-oh?” I know Lida, but it didn’t even occur to me how little I know about Yanuka. I know she did things to Sarah, and that she was who helped Lida become her own person, but it never occurred to me how opposed those concepts feel. Of course that’s a lot harder to focus on with her nail tracing a lazy spiral around my elbow. She never quite touches the tip, moving higher up and just letting the collected mist tease.

She’s slowing my thoughts. It took the kiss of her lips against my cheek, but she’s doing more than I thought she was. I can feel it now. Her mist is weaved and twined around my arm, and somehow that makes it easier for it to spread along the inside of my face like smoke blown inside of a cool glass. “Yes, Sylvia. Yanuka took what she wanted. She discarded the rest. She was a woman of subtlety, but equally so of cruel appetites. Then, she met your grand mother. It calmed her. It gave her direction. She had a task, a goal. Someone to care for. Sometimes that’s all a woman needs to change her world.”

Vanessa almost makes it sound like Lida was like a daughter to Yanuka, or a younger sister. It would make sense. It would make just as much sense that they made Lia together. I can’t bring my lips to move in a way that won’t stutter, so I don’t. I just nod and let my eyes flutter as I feel the taste of her mist tingling with my own and all of the crackling sparkling lights inside of it.

“Some say that Red took Lida from her to remind her what it meant to be a Nesatealia. Others say that Yanuka grew tired of ‘behaving’ but couldn’t bring herself to dissolve the thoughts of the only woman she’d ever shared such intimacy.” Vanessa grabs my elbow, tight, The firmness tugs a scream from my throat as I collapse against her. My eyes fall shut all on their own. Leora doesn’t made a sound. She hasn’t said anything since Vanessa moved away. “I believe the former. The affection Yanuka spoiled Lida with was pure. Whatever she told Lida, the choice to give her as an offering to their matriarch couldn’t have fully been her own.”

“Wh-why are y-mmmMmmm!” A finger from her other hand presses to my lips, infusing them with so much more mist as her lips press to my ear. It’s so hard to mind. Even now, knowing that she’s overcoming my mental defenses and melting me down with pleasure it’s so hard to want to fight it. I want it, and not because she’s made me want it with her magic. She made me want it by being irresistible.

Her dress is too little fabric to make her curves at all hard to feel against mine as she moves closer. That has to be on purpose. “She only attended one last event after Lida left her side. I don’t think you’d find anyone else who even noticed she was there.”

Everything she says only brings more questions, and makes her finger press that much more against my lips. My nebula moves inside of me, but not because of me. Her mist twines through it and tugs, pulling my power to the surface. It sizzles and melts along my skin, making me moan louder and clutch at her hips in a vain effort to remain as upright as I can. That’s hard when it feels so much better to shift and squirm to feel my sizzling body melt against hers.

“She was there for one reason. She went to see her most irreverent sister. Old, but without restraint. She took any women that appealed to her tastes. She broke her toys, playing too rough, and then she’d throw them in a corner to be forgotten. She isn’t one you’ll hear mentioned, especially not as being very important. After all, when she stopped visiting the fetes and the parties, no one noticed it like they noticed Yanuka’s absence.” My thighs clench and tremble as she tugs my own nebula along my slit.

Once subtle wisps from her fingers are strong gusts of purple as her hand clasps over my shoulder and pulls me even tighter. All I can do is groan and nuzzle against her. She’s just so perfectly in control.

I want to bring Aurora and Nikki here to pick out their presents. Knowing what would be awaiting them would make it such a sweet gift to me, too. It’s not like she’s making me do anything other than surrender to her touches, to her control. She’s even giving me just what I came here for. Maybe she takes students.

“That sister just happened to have herself a fun little place all to herself, off on the edges of Sanctuary. For most having such a distant home would be unsafe. For her? No one wanted to be tossed into the Fun Room. We’d all seen the empty eyed dolls she brought with her when she made her public appearances. Some of them had been friends, once. They weren’t even people once she was done with them.” The soothing nature of her mist feels like it protects me from the intensity of her words. She paints such a vivid picture of such a frightening woman.

Maybe it’s our powers lacing together, helping me feel her warm pleasure, or maybe it’s just her words being so clear, but I can almost see what she saw. A red haired woman dressed so common, in jeans of all things, tugging women about behind her like they were less than animals.

“But your mother ended that. Ended her. No one noticed when Yanta stopped seeking new prey. We were all too distracted keeping our eyes open for her sisters that you could actually see coming. When Yanta struck there was no being prepared. There was no steeling yourself. She savored that. It just helped her break her victims harder.” Vanessa’s hand runs down along my back. She squeezes at the curve of my rear and pulls my hips against her. “But if Yanuka had Lida’s daughter, that’s where she’d be. It’s probably the last place still as the Nesatealia left it. If your rusted Lia is anywhere, she’s there.”

All at once her powers loosen. Like a strong breeze suddenly moving on, her power just stops latching onto mine and stops racing through my body. It isn’t unpleasant or cold, it’s just like she’s done. I fall back against the glass table as I try to stand on my own. My eyes are still fuzzy. My thighs feel too hot.

“I probably couldn’t convince you to bend me over those rings and throw up my skirt, huh?” I’m not normally big on being bent over things, but I’d make an exception if it meant being fucked by Vanessa.

Vanessa shakes her head as she softly tisks, gently pressing a finger to my forehead. The sensation makes it easier for my eyes to focus, and a little easier to think of things other than what her dress does to her hips. “You have more important tasks to set yourself to, Sylvia. There were two places that had doors right to Red. One of them was in their former temple.”

Even with her soothing warm mist my blood chills. “That means what I think it means, doesn’t it?”

Vanessa nods. “That it does. I would happy bend you over were it otherwise. But, I’d rather not imagine what she means to do. I’m just an artificer, not a fighter. I’ll be right here, praying for your safe return.”

I nod, and look over to Leora. Her face is still flush, her eyes still glittery with adolescent arousal. “Looks like your hunch was right, Leora. Now let’s get going before I bend you over the glass instead.” I step past her almost too quick to see her eyes widen and her cheeks get even darker.

Vanessa’s warm laughter mingles with the chord progression that rings out as I move out through the door. Of all the things I’d been preparing myself for, something to do with Red’s pocket dimension was not on my list.

“You know the old expression ‘expect the unexpected?’” I look back to Leora who nods as she catches up with me. “I wish it came with some tips on how to actually pull that off.”

Red glowing nails are sliding through my hair when I awaken. My lips are so close to a red nipple. As tempting as it is to nuzzle close enough to draw it between my lips to suckle and lost myself in her intoxicating flavor, the burning ache of it being just out of reach makes my pussy slick and my thighs tighten.

I could stay like this forever.

“You learned so much last night, my little dawn. Such a good student. You take to magic with almost the same enthusiasm you take to lovemaking.” Rust’s voice breaks the silence, and in turn makes me ache for so much more of her voice. “Today will be very special. I’ve had a gift planned for you as soon as I took you from that temple. So short a time, and yet we’ve grown so close, haven’t we?”

“Yesss, my dear aunt!” So much learned so quickly. The night after we visited Sarah is a blur of one spell melting into the next. I learned how to shape my clothes, to bend my light in so many different ways, and I learned so much about her red.

I can’t wait to see what she has planned!

The night ended with her bed but by then I was so tired I mostly just remember her holding me and telling me what to do with my lips. I must have kissed every inch of her body but it’s all so hard to remember. It’s so much easier to remember the sound of her voice urging me on. I remember her presence guiding me.

My tongue runs along my lips and I can taste her still on me. There’s something so delicious about knowing she’s pleased with me. With how cruel she can be and with the level of perfection she demands there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m doing just what she wants. I don’t have to hope that I’m pleasing her. If I wasn’t she’d be punishing me. If I wasn’t pleasing her she’d be correcting me until I did.

Today she’s finally going to get what she wants and I get to be there with her. I want to see that smile on her face when she finally gets it. I want to be the one handing it to her, whatever it is.

“Mmm but there will be plenty of time for us to grow even closer, and for me to grow most used to your enthusiasm. After your mother finishes her task, there will be nothing that will be able to stop me. Then I’ll let you be the one to make Sylvia and my dear sister kneel. I’ll take Leora and every last hidden away member of the council, and then reshape . . .” Rust stops herself with a sigh, and then tisks as she shakes her head. “But that’s spoiling the surprise. Come dear, it’s time for my dawn to rise and shine, mm?”

“Yes, Rust!” My aching for her nipple grows as I pull away from her and rise to my feet. My uniform is scattered across the room in heaps of glittery red. My boots somehow ended up on two of the bedposts. I can’t remember how that happened.

I know even less how my clothing cleaned itself during the night. My shorts don’t feel nearly as damp as they should. Every time I bend over my rusty pendant manages to brush one of my nipples until my top is on. It’s almost like it has a tiny red magnet inside of it tugged to the silver of the very tips. I fly up to tug my boots down and wiggle them back onto my feet.

Rust stands after she’s dressed and looks to her own clothes nearly folded beside a pile of Sylvia’s. She kept Sylvia’s uniform. A hot tingle slides down my spine before I move to dress her as quick as I can.

It’s hard not to just kiss her everywhere but that’s not what she wants.

“Good little dawn. Never let anyone call you the lesser sister, Aurora. Never.” I can’t remember anyone ever doing that, but I nod. I won’t. Not if she doesn’t want me to. “Now, it’s time to get things moving. And hope that for your sake, your mother doesn’t get cold feet.”

This time Sarah doesn’t try begging. Rust smiles as she waves her hand in front of Sarah, and the magical barrier in front of her drops. “Remember, dear sister. One little failure on your part to cooperate and you’ll wish I’d merely made Aurora end up as did Olivia. Behave, and I’ll have no reason to torment either of you.”

“I remember. Sister.” Sarah spits out the word as if it were a swear. “Just tell me how to do it. I’ve never done this before on my own. Before they made me dance around a pole.”

“That was only necessary due to Red’s plans. We won’t need a repeat performance. Unfortunately.” Rust laughs that sickeningly hot laugh and all I can do is mewl until she stops. She reaches out a red nailed hand towards Sarah’s chains. One by one they open, dropping her harshly onto the floor.“It would be so lovely to watch. That lovely body of yours, moving this way and that. Alas. This will be far simpler. To begin? Remove your clothes.”

Sarah frowns, narrowing her eyes uncomfortably as she starts to comply. Hope would love to be here. The defiant-yet-broken look in her eyes can’t be enough to fight past her hands crossing over her body to pull off her top.

Her breasts are the most beautiful glittering silver, shimmering and sparkling with their own light. They aren’t more than a handful each, but they’re curved in just the right way to make my mouth water and my lips itch. I suddenly notice Sarah’s eyes meeting mine followed by her cheeks turning such a dark silver. Is she embarrassed? Is she ashamed? This is what I wanted, but not because I wanted to see her naked. I just wanted Rust to get what she wants.

“Quicker, Lucia. You can give my sweet little dawn a lap dance after all of this is done. I’m sure she’d love it as much as you would. I didn’t ask for a show.” Rust’s voice is more full of urgency than fierceness. It’s almost disappointing. The thought of Sarah giving me a lap dance burns any chance of actual disappointment away.

Sarah doesn’t respond with words. She just nods, and more quickly tugs off her boots. Soon her skirt falls on the ground followed closely by her panties. She really is just so silver. I’ve seen her naked before, and my own body turns electrum, but its just different to see her now. So much has changed. I’ve changed. “Now what? Sister?”

“Saying that word because I said it is only funny to you, Lucia.” Sarah winces back even as Rust’s smile grows. “And now, is the simplest part. All you need to do, is fall to your knees, and cum. The mirrors were to hold two purposes. To absorb your light for the portal, and to show you such lovely scenes of those most dear to you. Yana has already fulfilled her role in lubricating the barrier. Now all that remains is the power of the light bearer to throw open the doors. Alas, there’s only one way for you to apply that as directly as I need.”

For a moment Sarah looks surprised, but then she just shakes her head as she lowers herself down. “Anything I need to think about while I get this done for you? No chance you’d like to help, huh?”

Imagining the two of them together is almost too hot for words. Sarah’s silver body grinding against Rust’s pale skin, silver nipples rubbing into pulsing red . . . fuck. I haven’t been awake an hour and already I need to be fucked so damn much. I’d help, but I don’t feel enough my own to volunteer.

“Oh come now, dear sister. You know if I want something from you I’ll tell you. I’ve always been so very direct. Spread your legs, and make yourself cum. You don’t need to think of opening the door. That will happen all on it’s own. Of course, if you require assistance, you need only ask.” Rust grins as she holds out the red warden rod offeringly. A moment later the growing length of its energy takes the familiar shape of a whip. “Of course if you think you can handle it without my assistance, that would be more efficient. Even you aren’t immune to desire.”

“I think I’ll pass . . . thanks.” Sarah moans as she closes her eyes. Her hands move along her own thighs, fingertips sparkling so brightly. “It’ll be just like my old birthdays . . . I love you, Aurora. If you can take some pleasure in this . . . I guess that makes it a little better.”

There’s so much I could say, but I can’t find my words. Her sparkling fingertips start to rub so raw along her sex. My eyes are glued so helplessly to the sight. Every inch of her silver skin shines brighter and brighter mingling with sweat. Her back arches as her hips start to shake and the light between her thighs grows brighter and brighter. I know just how that feels, so much silver coursing right from her clit to her mind making everything feel so silver and good it almost hurts.

It’s hard to know what to think. The bounce of her chest as her breasts shake, the sharp whines that come past her lips, knowing that she’s doing this only for me. She might still be able to think, but every raw quick movement of her fingers deep inside of herself, rubbing herself, is because of me.

I want to mash my lips into hers and grind myself into her hand. I want to make her ache for me like Rust makes me ache for her until she loses herself to it and lets her fingers squeeze and knead everywhere they can find. I want to feel those same sparks blinding my mind with silver hot pleasure. I want to use what Rust has been teaching me. Want. Need. Desire. I want them!

“This is what you’ve become, dear sister. Kneeling back in the same building where my aunt kept you so long ago. You’re kneeling where shards of your mind fell. And now you’re going to cum like the obedient silver slut you are, so that I can take the birth rite you stole from me.” Rust sneers as she brings the whip down across Sarah’s body.

Sarah lets out a sharp cry, and the light between her legs grows brighter until it envelops her entire body and flashes so bright my metal coats my silver eyes. Streams of the light seem to be pulled into the mirrors that pulse and shimmer with such bright silver light. Each mirror one by one slowly turns red and all of the candles in the room follow suit. It looks so beautiful, hauntingly so.

Sarah’s hand doesn’t stop moving and neither does the bright light pouring into the mirrors. With a pitiful groan Sarah collapses onto her back, legs spread as she bucks and grinds wantonly into her hand. The red in the room just shines brighter.

“Aurora, if you’d be a dear and make sure your mother isn’t going anywhere for us? She can have her fun, but we do have an appointment to keep. It’s time for you to get your gift.” I nod, shuddering as I pull my hands away from the hem of my shorts. Sparks fly from my fingers, wrapping around her ankles and forming electrum shackles binding her so tightly to the floor. “Good girl. We can worry about how easy those are to dispel once we get back.”

I nod again and move to follow Rust to the door. Sarah screams something like “stop” or “no” but its so hard to make out words so deeply entertained with her helpless moans.“Don’t worry, mommy! I’ll be back! I promise!”

Where did those words come from? I didn’t think them. I just . . .

Rust’s hand closes around mine before giving me a rough tug towards the door “Quickly now, Aurora. There will be time for her later. We musn’t trouble ourselves with unneeded things.” Once we’re past the doors she snaps her fingers and they loudly slam shut.

All of the candles are red now.

Zandra approaches Rust. Her eyes are so empty,, and her hair is still just as loose and free as it was before. “The portal is open, Rust. W-what are your orders?”

“Recall the wardens from their patrols. Until we return, nothing is more important than preventing anyone else from entry, or from sabotaging our return. There is no other task for you or the wardens than protecting the portal. Understood, Zandra?” She nods dazedly, and Rust smirks. “Then if you would . . . lead the way.”

My eyes naturally fall to Zandra’s ass, watching the curves shift so hotly with each step she takes. It’s so close now. Everything that Rust has wanted for so long. She’s clutching my hand so tight it almost turns to metal.

Soon we reach a room that looks so much like the room in the temple of Athena with the statue. Only instead of a large silver statue of a goddess there’s just a tall red portal. There’s no way to describe the way it looks more red than the color red has ever looked before. Every shade of red and more flickers inside of its depths. It resonates such raw power like nothing I’ve ever seen or felt before.

Rust steps between me in the portal and grins as our eyes meet. “It’s time, Aurora. We’re going in together, and when we step out, your hair will be red.”