The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Yanuka’s eyes were blue.” I grasp onto anything I can to keep myself from freaking out and screaming. She made Aurora a redhead. Her hair used to be more on the red side of auburn, but it was never like this. It was never the red color that Rust taught me is so unbearably wicked. “The Wardens have blue eyes. Your eye is red, but the only real Nesatealia I’ve ever seen, she had blue eyes. Blue like the Wardens.”

Rust blinks, her eyes both silver and red meeting mine. First just the one, but a quick brush of her hand across her face moves the red hair that always obscures her eye out of the way. “Yes. This is true. But—”

“But nothing. That’s a big deal. If Yanuka’s eyes are blue, then why are yours red? If you’re her daughter, anyway. It only just hit me. Why are your eyes red, anyway? And why is Yana’s power ink instead of red like you use? Yana is definitely Yanuka’s daughter.” It’s stealing a page from Aurora, but I don’t know what else to do. If I try to approach them, Aurora can just hold out her hand and trap me against a wall or hang me in the air like the Wardens did. She doesn’t even need one of those rods now that she can make her light into metal.

Her current is red now. The metal it turned into was gold, more like it used to be when she first started using it. I’ve never missed her brown eyes so much as right now. Red is closer to brown than silver, but it’s still so wrong. Everything feels wrong. We got here before they came back. Hope and Counter stopped the Wardens. This is supposed to be what happens before we win.

Aurora sighs, wrapping her arms around Lia’s arm before her breasts squeeze around it. I know just how that feels. The look in her eyes screams that she knows it, too. “The Wardens were made from The Council trying to replicate what the Nesatealia achieved, that’s why they have the same blue is my guess.”

She isn’t calling all the shots. Aurora’s eyes meet mine, and they don’t look glassy and obedient. They’re more playful than she usually looks, more mischievous, but they almost look like Aurora’s eyes should.

The red looks good on her, but she isn’t supposed to have red eyes.

If I can use that to my advantage I at least have a chance. Flora and Heather’s louder and louder moans are making it hard to concentrate on Aurora and Lia, but I have to. There has to be some way that I can do this and save both Aurora and Mom. She’s probably still locked away.

“And as for the differences between myself and Yana, my younger sister was an experiment. As for my own looks varying from my mother’s, that too is a fault of my dear mother. When she chose to cast me away she used magic to ensure that my Nesatealian nature would not be exposed until I was old enough to properly control it.” Lia frowns and turns her gaze to the ground. “That’s the only way that I can see to explain it anyway. My powers awakened one night in the temple baths alone with another priestess. I took her, burned out her mind with lust, and them sold her to pay for my new life in the greater world of Sanctuary.”

Neither Leora or the High Priestess guessed at that. With how long ago that had to be there’s no easy way to find where that woman is now. There’s so much more to this that I didn’t know. I’d felt so smart finding her here. How was I supposed to know that the Wardens and the Nesatealia had that link in common?

Even questioning her bloodline only gave me a second few seconds. I wasted them just like every other opportunity I’ve had so far. I don’t know what to do! “So . . . what are you going to do now?”

“I was hoping that you would ask. I plan on doing this.” Lia grabs onto the ruby hanging from her neck. A light begins to build inside of it, brighter and brighter. I can barely bring myself to remember to breathe, much less move. Whatever she’s going to do, I don’t know how I’ll stop her. “Do relax, my dear niece. I’m hardly planning on showing you my plans in a way that would require you to use a mirror. I’ll show you like this.”

A red beam of light moves out from the ruby, so slow and yet quicker than anything I’d ever want Rust getting her hands on. The beam slams into one of the clueless Wardens who lets out a scream unlike anything I’ve ever heard before in my life. It sounds like a woman cuming her identity away all at once

Red light forms a cocoon around her that reminds me of the way the blue light protected the Warden Seal before, only the cocoon is like a second skin. It even looks to be squeezing tighter in places, pressing into her as she shudders and trembles with the force of the raw energy pulsing through her. Every shade of red flashes over her curves, through her body, as the light slowly peels away.

Underneath her hair is a long flowing red. It’s more red than any color of red I’ve ever seen, just like Aurora’s. She meets my eyes with the same burning pools of molten lust, the same red shade as Aurora’s new eyes. Her skin is paler than it was before, but in such a creamy, milky, idealized way.

Seemingly without word from anyone, or even the suggestion of them, the once Warden kneels with her curvaceous body rubbed tightly against Lia’s leg. I don’t even know what to say.

“That was easier than it was last time! Hah! The Council made the perfect daughters for me to claim. Perhaps that’s where all of their old Wardens went. They only just started cropping back up, you know. Recent, in terms of Sanctuary time at least. And now, Aurora, I can turn anyone, to any thing. I will make myself a new family of Nesatealia.” Lia grins as she turns to Aurora, kissing her with red glowing lips just long enough to make me whimper. “Shall I make you another new sister of a Warden?”

“Oh, please dear mother. They look so good when they’re overcome with need.” Aurora’s voice drips with such hot dripping red it takes so much to run up to her just to kiss her. How is she even doing that?!

Smiling in a way that reminds me way too much of Sarah, Lia aims the ruby at another Warden. The same red beam slowly moves out, embracing the Warden as Aurora smiles blissfully. There’s no way that I can stop it. She can just aim that ruby and use it to turn anyone she wants into anything she wants? If Red had something like that, why didn’t she use it on mom?

Then again, Red didn’t need that. Even with mom being the light bearer she didn’t have immunity to her powers. Sarah didn’t exactly tell us every last detail, I know that, but Aurora had really wanted to know everything she could about the adventure that Olivia never came back from. She’d said Red’s plan somehow involved making the moon red and bridging her world and our world. Rust’s plan seems so much more simple, and much less grand and sweeping. It only works one at at time, but once she gets enough followers she won’t need anything else.

As the other Warden before her, Rust’s new pet walks over to rub close to her as she can without getting in the other Warden, or Aurora’s way. If I understood more about magic maybe I could reflect the beam and make Lia re-Nesatealia herself. If I had some idea of how to use that kind of magic maybe I could just teleport behind her and melt them both to their knees.

Flora groans louder, reminding me that wasting my time thinking about things I would love to do but cant isn’t going to help anyone.

“One by one, Sanctuary becomes just the way you want it. Until all of Sanctuary is yours.” My voice sounds so much more defeated than I want it to. Lia just grins and nods. “Then what about me? I wasn’t what you wanted, Lia. Rust. You threw me out. You chose Aurora over me, and made her into your ‘firstborn’ whatever the hell that means. What’re you going to do about me? Are you going to make me match? Are you going to make me a redhead, just like you did Aurora? Is that all you know how to do with that stupid toy of yours?”

I can’t just coast on being powerful against her. I can’t be more famous. I can’t be what she wants. She isn’t going to touch me like Anachronista did. She’s not going to let me win like Lys did. She didn’t even give me power over her like Quillspawn did, though just barely.

Sarah isn’t here to save me from myself this time. Whatever choice I make has to be the right on the first time. Everyone is counting on me and I don’t know what to do. This must be how Aurora feels all the time. No wonder she’s always so stressed out and doubting herself, always looking like she’s in over her head. She knows if she makes the wrong call everything is going to come crashing down.

I get the feeling Aurora is going to be very upset with me if I’m right or wrong about the one I’m making right now. I don’t think I have much of a choice.

Rust redirects the ruby to me, and raises an eyebrow. “Before I had this, who and what you were might have been an issue Sylvia, but not now. Not anymore. I’ll make you a nice little playmate just for Aurora. She can keep you in a closet when you aren’t in use. There’s no need to keep such a lovely mouth able to make such poor uses for what to do with itself.” The red light charges up inside of the ruby, and I take a deep breath. “We’ll all be much better off after this is done. Including you.”

Red stretches out from the ruby, making its way slowly closer and closer. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. All I can do is look to Aurora’s eyes as intensely as I ever have before. “I love you, Aurora. You’ll never need to change me for that.”

Everything is almost perfect. My old friends are here to see me reunited with my mother. I always used to talk about her so much. Seeing them locked in wild passion is such a thrill. Flora and Heather always were so adorable together. I’m so glad they stayed that way.

But now, this, that red light shining its way towards Sylvia . . . The gold in my head feels so tight, squeezing around me in ways I can’t put into words. She looks so helpless. That should turn me on but . . .

“I love you, Aurora. You’ll never need to change me for that.”

Change. Rust is going to change her. Lia is going to make her something other than the woman I want, the woman I love. Nesatealia aren’t famous for it, but we can feel it. I feel it. Rust wants to take away my Sylvia and make her something else. She already made me something else. I shouldn’t know it, but I do. Something bright and silver shines, buried deep in the metal inside of my head. The red is different, but the gold was always there. The silver isn’t so much silver as it is white, bright white light.

Before the red can reach Sylvia, I shove Lia as hard as I can. “No! You can’t take her from me! I won’t let you, I don’t care how much I want you, or how much I want you to be happy with me, I won’t let you have her!”

The beam misses, harmlessly slamming into a wall before fizzling away. Her eyes, silver and red, are so wide and terrified. Red light comes to my fingertips before I even realize it’s there. Gold around the wrist holding the ruby pulls her hand away and pulls it behind her back, the same with the other hand. My red haired sisters don’t move to stop me as Rust starts walking backwards, and I follow her.

“A-aurora! You’re . . . the ruby, it was supposed to make you my daughter! I made it remake you with the same devotion to me you showed for Lucia! I watched you for so long since she was captured, crying, struggling, missing her more than you ever missed anything!” Her voice is more and more frantic. Her arms struggle, but she can’t break free.

The light in my head shines brighter, and I can remember things a little bit clearer. Before she made my metal sizzle away. Before it wasn’t laced with the same magic she is. Before it wasn’t made of the same magic as hers. “I can’t exactly remember what you’re talking about, Lia. You made it so I couldn’t. Somehow. I’m not the same person that I was all those times you watched me. I learned from you. I learned how important need is. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a big deal, but you taught me something else.”

I grab the ruby from around her neck, and wrap gold around my hand to break the chain before tossing it aside. Lia backs herself up against a wall, whimpering. Her body shakes just like I remember it shaking not long ago. “W-what? Aurora, I can teach you so much more, I can give you so much more, we don’t have to—”

“You taught me why Red never had any children. You taught me why Red’s daughters were all just women changed with that red. She was a light bearer. There was always a chance that one of her daughters might have that same light, and then she wouldn’t be able to control them.” Light burns brighter behind my eyes. It cant burn past the red locking away at so much of my memories, so much of my self, but it can find some things. “My mother was a light bearer, too.”

There’s a much easier way to show my devotion to Lia than being he daughter she wants me to be. There’s a much easier way to make her happy with me. The last of the white light in my head burns away as float up from the ground and I mash my lips hard into Rust’s, grinding my body against hers as I make it glow so bright red with need.

Her own light tries to rise up, but I grasp her hair and pull it tighter as I intensify the kiss and her light quivers. Some part of me was used to something so much more raw than just light. Red energy, unrestrained, like hot sizzling electricity courses all along her body, and thrusts its way inside. Following the path of her hair right into her mind, lacing around her clit and riding the nerves to her mind, burning through my breasts mashed against hers.

Need, need for me, overwrites and overwhelms every inch of her. I can feel it as her struggles become less against my magic, and more because each bit of my power that she tastes is only teasing her more. Every moment of my current is a greater tease, even as it draws her closer and closer to satisfaction.

“No one changes my Sylvia. No one. Sylvia. Is mine. And now what’s left of you is, too.” I flow my red deeper, twining it around her own power. I feel where that silver inside of her rests, that pleasureful, perfect spark of bliss, and fill her with a need to send it all right for the center of her thoughts.

Rust screams as her eyes open so wide, flashing silver and red as her own powers war inside of her, tearing her mind apart leaving her an obedient, mindless shell. Whatever she did to me, it wasn’t what she thought it was.

Nesatealia are creatures of need. We’re creatures of power. Creatures of desire.

I pull back and settle down on the floor with a pair of clicks. Rust slides down the wall with empty, hallow eyes. I look back to the Ruby sitting harmlessly on the floor. Sylvia stands further back, looking uncertain and frightened.

“Don’t worry. I . . . I can’t remember. Everything. Whatever she did to me, I . . . She didn’t understand the ruby. Or the Nesatealia. Or herself. But that’s okay. No one’s going to be hurt like that again.” I take slow deliberate steps back over to the ruby and smirk down at it. So small. Red wrapped up in gold. We’re so much the same, but so different. “She tried to make me her daughter, but he didn’t understand what that would do. She didn’t understand that I love you more than I could ever want anything else.”

Maybe the ruby could turn me back, but I don’t want that. I don’t want to change. Through the afterglow of the light in my head I can feel that I used to want, so much, but it just made me feel sad. Lonely. Small.

I wrap the spike of my heel in red light, and then with my gold. There’s a bright flash of red light, and a loud sound like a power line exploding that leaves the room engulfed in red smoke, but the ruby doesn’t stand a chance. Broken. Ruined. Useless. I kick it away and frown. “Sarah . . . I . . . Sarah.”

Sylvia is so much closer to me once the smoke clears. Before I can even think of moving her arms are around me, and mine around her. “It’s okay, Aurora. It’s okay. We’ll find Sarah and get out of here. She can help you think normally again. She can . . . she can help.”

I slump against Sylvia and nod, squeezing so tight. I want her, and it feels so good to want her. It feels so good knowing that I can have her, that I can be with her forever, and nothing has to get in our way because she wants it to. Whatever was keeping u apart, whatever stupid stubborn problem was in our way, it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters but me, and her. “All I need is you, Sylvia. Just knowing you’ll be there . . . I can get through this. With you.”

Sylvia presses her lips between my eyes, and I melt my lips against her neck. Her scent is everywhere around me. Her violet, silver scent.

Rust thought that making me like her, making my powers like her, would make me stop being me.

Sylvia loves me. Sylvia wants me. Knowing that, there’s no way I could ever want to be anyone else. And if I don’t want something, I won’t let it happen.