The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“That’s her bike alright.” Aureus is an amazingly distinctive bike. If the gold paint job wasn’t enough there’d be the fact that not a lot of people drive knuckleheads anymore. “Something tells me that she didn’t park here to do some late night bowling.”

“I’m glad at least Counter Spell had the good sense to tell Mina what she knew about where they were headed.” Nikki wraps her arm around me and plants a kiss on the top of my head. “You really need to knock some sense into your sister before she goes off and gets herself killed. I know she’s taken your mom’s disappearance really hard, but it’s just getting dumb.”

I wish Nikki was wrong so damn much right now. Coming back in town from a tour should mean I get to see my sister. It shouldn’t mean I need to track them down halfway across the city and only can because her partner was smart enough to actually say where they were headed. As worried as I was to leave Aurora in Counter’s hands when I first left to go on tour is about how worried I am for Counter now. At least she’s grown up in the time that I’ve met her. Without anyone to tell her “no” I think Aurora would have found a way to freeze time.

After giving Nikki a quick kiss on the cheek I nod, and head toward the bowling alley. I need to start wearing something more practical than heels when I’m expecting to be heroic. The short skirt, the midriff-less top with the star cut out for the cleavage? That’s all fine. The heels are just way too damn loud.

My guitarist is dressed much more sensibly but that’s not surprising. Black leather boots (flats even), a pair of dark black jeans, and a matching loosely fitting leather jacket make her red hair stand out even in the night. She wears a black mask shaped like two interconnected stars most of the time, but it’s really just for show. When she’s working with me everyone knows who she is. Nebula and her guitarist Nikki Blanc.

She might not have any powers, but she’s still damned tough. Sometimes all it takes is a strong will and a fist that knows where to hit to make it hurt the most.

I don’t know why I was expecting the door to open when I walked up to it. Sliding glass doors usually still need to be turned on. “Think you can get us in, Nebby?”

“Of course! After that awesome encore lastnight? I’m still pumped enough to do anything.” I rest my hands against the glass and let my nebula flow out across its surface. Silver and purple mist crackles with magical energy as it seeps into the mechanisms. Half the time I just fry them still, but a broken lock will still open with a good firm shove. Luckily this is the other half, and the door helpfully slides open. “Hah! Simple enough. After you?”

Nikki rolls her eyes as she makes her way in. “Huh. Gunfire. Smell that?” The bowling alley is so quiet I can actually hear it when Nikki and I both sniff in unison. “We’re late to the party. All those months of martial arts training on the road so you’ll take me with you on patrols just for your sister to take care of everything before we show up. Bitch.”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. Being inside of a place that should be full of people only to have it vacant feels . . . disturbing. A place like this should be full of cheering and laughter. A bowling alley is for having fun while good music plays over the radio with bonus points if I’m the one playing on the radio. At least odds are good we didn’t go into the wrong building. Aurora was never big on covering her tracks, but that could’ve changed. I never thought she’d keep calling herself Silver Girl for over a year.

There’s nothing in any of the lanes. Obviously there are no rolling balls, but no pins either. A place like this could be romantic in the right situation, but right now it’s just creepy.

“Look, an open door! Fifty bucks says that’s where we’ll find ’Rora.” I almost feel a little embarrassed for not seeing it sooner. Nikki and I make our way over. The room is just full of janitor stuff, but another open door leads to a set of stairs that ends in two moaning women. “And apparently the source of the gunfire.”

Nikki laughs, hopping casually up on the arm railing to ride it down the stairs. A bit haphazard, but it gets her down quicker than walking gets me. The last thing I need to do right now is catch a heel and go tumbling down.

While Nikki looks over the guns, I examine the rest of the room. There’s an ice sculpture of Counter Spell near the stairs. It would be worrying if it weren’t hallow. Across the room near the only other exit is a woman in a red leotard and matching boots, gloves, and mask bound up in what look like chains made of blue magical energy. To top off the look there’s a gag in her mouth made of the same blue . . . stuff.

“Something happened down here. That hunk of ice looks like Counter. These guns? Definitely not street legal.” Nikki is still crouched over one of the women. While I make my way across the room to make sure there aren’t any hidden passageways or clues laying around, she reaches into one of the women’s jackets. At least that’s my guess, because when I look over she’s holding up a wallet. “No identification either, but plenty of cash. Their getups make me think Syndicate, but in Midas City? A bit out of their territory.”

The door isn’t locked, but I don’t open it right away. I should hear more fighting, or Aurora’s bike should be gone. Did we get here just after the party and they got out of here some way other than a door? “Yeah, but Aurora pissed them off. They probably consider her their territory now. See anything else we should get a look at before moving on?”

She shakes her head, dropping the wallet to the ground as she rises. “Nope. I think that all we have left is behind door number one.”

Damn. My redheaded guitarist is good at a lot of things, but she can’t see things that aren’t there. Part of the reason I don’t do this much except for solving problems right in front of my face is it gets frustrating not finding a trail of clues. I leave detective work to the people who are good at it. I’d rather see a villain, and stop them from doing whatever they want to do.

The door opens. A narrow hallway in a basement is strange enough without taking into account the two collapsed women wearing outfits that except for the color match the style of the redhead in the last room. As soon as I recognize that the other woman collapsed in the hallway is Counter Spell I rush to try shaking her awake. It takes too long for her to open her eyes. When she does her expression is nothing short of horrified.

“Aurora! Fucking idiot! The next room, there was some bright light . . . And she just flew right into it!” She struggles to stand, and after that fails settles instead for leaning against me. “I tried to grab her with a spell, but she broke free. The door slammed shut, and all of the light that was still in the room flung my head at the wall . . . somehow.”

“Somehow? What does somehow mean? Are you okay?” My guitarist kneels beside us, looking into Counter’s eyes. She’s probably trying to make sure if she’s all right.

Counter nods, sitting up a little straighter. She winces in a way that makes her whole body stiffen, but she seems for the most part okay. “I’m fine! She’s the one in trouble! I don’t think it was magic, but whatever it was . . . Look, she’s in there thinking she’s found Sarah. I heard Aurora screaming her name until the door slammed shut. It couldn’t have been that long ago, I don’t feel that stiff . . . Nnn . . . We need to save her!”

Pushing away from me and gathering her staff from the floor Counter Spell tries to rise again, only to fall back into Nikki’s waiting arms. There is definitely a lot to say for having a tall strong woman around who knows how to catch you if you fall.

Leave it to Aurora to rush ahead before thinking about something. At least she tends to get things right a half decent amount of the time. If only it wasn’t evened out by the sheer amount of times she botches things horrifically . . .

“Nikki, take Counter Spell and call the authorities. They’ll wanna know what went down here eventually so we should get on that. We might need backup too, but if I can get Aurora out of there . . .? Then we’re all set for that.” Being a leader is hard. Thinking out so many different possibilities? Trying my damnedest not to miss a single variable that could ruin everything? Mom always used to say she wanted to lead a team when she was younger. I’ll be honest. I don’t understand even the beginning of why.

But even if I don’t understand how this works I seem to be half good at it. Like the loyal, faithful woman she is, Nikki starts to help Nikki move out of the bowling alley. She isn’t particularly happy about it, and her gaze looks full of unhappy bees, but she does it anyway. She trusts me to be right and have thought this through. “You be careful! Just because your sister took a dumb risk, well, you know.”

Why everyone keeps being right about everything tonight, I don’t know. At least everyone seems to be right about Aurora besides the person who could do the most good if they were: Aurora herself.

I roll my eyes, but Counter Spell frowns. “Seriously. Look, I wasn’t going to tell you because I’m damned sure that she doesn’t even want me knowing, but she’s been in contact with Jesse Colloten.” I open my mouth to try speaking several times, but I can’t. The Lady?! Aurora is . . . that’s impossible! “I know! Crazy, right? But she has. I didn’t want to tell anyone because it wasn’t my business and I thought maybe she was just getting information. But she’s been more and more secretive lately, and I thought it was time that somebody know. Somebody who won’t rush to bad conclusions, anyway. You’ll have her best interests at heart.”

Of all of the people I thought Aurora might work with . . . the hell?! No matter what her reason is that doesn’t sound like Aurora at all. She respects that there’s a moral gray area, but working with someone like her is pretty dark gray!

There’s something poetic about Aurora going by Silver Girl and wearing a white costume. Maybe I’ll find a way to turn it into a song eventually, but for now I need to get her safe from whatever crazy situation she’s managed to get herself into. Maybe if I use the excuse that it’ll be easier for me to keep an eye on her if she comes with me she might reconsider . . .

Nikki and Counter move out of the room and I twist the knob.

Light slams into me, but it’s more than that. My eyes would tune it out if it was anything else. When I walk through the doorway with my hand in front of me it parts like a fancy velvet curtain. It’s still too “bright” for me to see, and it closes back behind me as I move forward, but it doesn’t stop me from proceeding or even slow me down. As far as special effects go I think Symphonic Nebula has used plenty more spectacular in our music videos without trying.

This stinks of being a component of something greater, like finding the petal of a flower I’ve never seen before it doesn’t feel like enough to be all there is to see of this new discovery. Perhaps the strangest detail is the sound of my heels clicking seems to be entirely muted. Either my sense of hearing has been affected or the light is quieting them.

If the room weren’t so dry and had a bit more color I might wonder what Prism has been up to. She might have had a falling out with Aurora, but we managed to stay in touch. Besides, she makes solid bonds out of light and water. She doesn’t make weird light that muffles footprints. Of course there’s still the chance that whoever or whatever projected this light can feel through it, but if they can do anything that impressive with it I think they would have reacted to my presence by now. I’m not impressed.

Maybe it’s just knowing that I’ve taken down villains that I consider in the big league, but something about this whole situation just feels entirely too petty.

I press a fingertip out against the light and focus on the sensation. Pushing through it would be easy enough, but I can still feel it as something with some level of mass. My nebula spreads out along the light and it remains contained as if a more solid wall exists right where my finger rests even if it felt just the same an inch back. While exploring the rules of this power is a waste of time it does let me feel something – or notice that I’m not feeling it. No thoughts, no emotions, nothing. Even when I push my nebula against the resistance and let the silver and amethyst mingle in the brighter-than-white I can’t feel anything at all.

Whatever this power is it can’t be directly connected to something with a consciousness, or at least not an organic one. I’m not sure if I can read the thoughts of artificial life. If I ever make friends with a robot I’ll need to ask for permission to experiment.

For now, I break into a run to clear the light faster. There has to be something on the other side or I already would have found Aurora.

“And that’s why all you need to do is just play mommy’s game, doing what mommy says . . .” Sarah’s voice?! It sounds a lot like it, but given that this sort of light isn’t something she’d do I’m inclined to be suspicious. “And then we can be happy together, doesn’t that sound sweet, my adorable little Aurora . . .?”

Is that how the Sarah that’s really my mother used to sound?

All of my running finally pays off as the last sheet of solid light parts for me. There she is, Sarah, sitting on a chair that looks disturbingly familiar. Aurora is in her lap. She looks so far gone, dried tear tracks on her smooth cheeks and empty silver eyes. A bright finger is pressed to her lips. I don’t even think ‘Sarah’ notices me.

Not wanting to give Aurora a chance to respond I hold out my hands and let my nebula answer instead. “Sarah’s” copy of mom’s uniform is perfect, but the actual Sarah would have noticed this much energy coming for her before it was almost right in front of her face.

Of course it’s hard to blame her too much for not noticing until it was too late. If I had Aurora in my lap I might not notice the world around me either. Even now I have to fight not to be distracted by the way her slouched posture affects her curves. Silver hair looks so good on her, and so do silver lips. She even has that blissfully calm expression I’ve only seen her have in the past two years when her thoughts have been shut down.

But this isn’t about how sexy my sister is. This is about saving my sexy sister from facing the full consequences of her actions. I can almost feel the thoughts of the impostor as her eyes widen and quiver. Every muscle in her body clenches, and I can taste her arousal growing. Sylv . . . ia . . . wasn’t supposed to be back . . . bad infor . . . mmmMMmm so warm and soft . . .!

Lucky for Aurora I got back a little earlier than I anticipated.

Melting my powers through an unexpecting and unprepared mind is instinct. Maybe it comes from having The Domina Argenti for a parent. Maybe it comes from Quillspawn’s powers being in a way I still don’t fully understand a very real part of me. Forcing thoughts, forcing surrender is almost easier than thinking for myself. All I need to do is let my power flow from my fingertips and keep the concept of what I want my mist to do somewhere in my mind.

Focusing on wanting this fake to stop thinking and melt back into her chair doesn’t take any effort at all. “Tell me who you are. You aren’t Sarah. Sarah would be able to fight this off. Instead, you’re just becoming more and more helpless, aren’t you?”

“Yesss . . .!” She presses her thighs together under Aurora. My sister’s eyes faintly flutter, but I try not to focus on that. “Mmm . . . ’m Holoette. Helpless, yes! Can’t . . . mmm think past . . . through . . . mmmm so much purple ’n silver . . .” Holoette moans and arches into the flow of my power. Her nipples announce their presence from under her top. I never thought about it before, but mom’s costume is kinda hot. Aurora’s is a lot more obviously, but that’s where it drew inspiration.

But I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of Holoette before. My power flows quicker, thicker in the air from my hands to Holoette. It carefully bends around Aurora to avoid her as much as possible while pouring more and more of that melting bliss into her would be captor. Thankfully our powers aren’t really electrical or this wouldn’t work. “Tell me, Holoette . . . Just what was your plan anyway? It isn’t going to work out, but I find myself way too curious.”

“Mmm holo projectors . . . set up down here, the ice cream babes slow her down, make her easy prey, then my new holo belt, the voice synthesizer collar . . . The Syndicate offered sooo much . . . mmMMm . . . Had to try . . . Didn’t work . . .” Her eyelids flutter around her rolled back eyes. My thighs shudder. “Not gonna work . . . out . . .”

Breathy voice, a shuddering curvy body, and she has my sister in her lap . . . some temptations are almost too much for a girl to bare. It would be so easy to take my place on her lap right beside Aurora, slide my fingers through two heads of silver hair . . . It’s not like they’d need to remember anything. It would be almost too easy to weave a sweet dreamy song through them both but I really can’t start letting myself do things like that. It’s already nearly impossible to resist and they’re both still clothed and not grinding against me.

I can feel my arousal melting through the link my nebula has formed with Holoette. “Feedback loop” doesn’t begin to describe how bad of an idea it would be to let that get worse. The connection is easily severed just as quickly as it was formed.

“That’s right . . . Not gonna work out. Fuck that is a rush!” It’s not the same rush as performing for a large audience, but it’s surprisingly similar. The intimacy of the performance makes up for the small audience. Something tells me if I didn’t end up finding myself in love with music when I was younger I’d be a stripper. So much attention, so much focus, just by moving my hips right?

If I ever need to lose a few pounds and heroics aren’t doing it for me . . . pole dancing classes sound fun.

Holoette mutters quietly under her breathing, and Aurora follows suit. They don’t have any meaning and don’t even sound close to real words, but I’ll still feel better when we’re out of here. “Now tell me, Holoette: how do we turn off your devices? I want all of them turned off.”

“Belt . . . Button . . .” A previously limp arm raises up from her side, and pushes up the buckle of her belt. Sarah’s always opened to the side, and for some reason seeing it so blatantly inaccurate feels weird. I can’t begin to decide why. Several buttons made from white LEDs are visible when she draws her hand back. Not all of them are lit, so I can only imagine what else she had planned that never ended up being used. “Clicking the lit up lights turns them off . . . That’s all . . .”

It always makes me happy when super villains make their tech simple to understand. Grinning triumphantly I move closer and one by one click the lit buttons on her belt. Behind me the field of light fades in sheets. It doesn’t make how deep that field of light was make any sense with how small I can see the room is now, but at least it’s normal now. The chair under Aurora and our impostor is just a very comfy looking office chair.

Our impostor is pale as Sarah looks in the pictures I’ve seen of her before she turned silver, but has blonde hair and a face dotted with freckles. She also only looks old enough to be my mother if I was half my age. At least her costume is the same.

With the holograms gone it’s easy to see the thin black collar clutching her neck. It’s amazing what technology you can cram in such a small space. A device like that could be really useful for a singer . . . I stop myself from pocketing the collar only once my hands are on her neck. The cops probably wouldn’t appreciate that. Midas City is pretty good about working with capes, but pushing that does not seem like a good way to make things better for anyone.

Green eyes fluttering, Sarah’s impostor groans and slumps back deeper into the chair. I grab out my cellphone and quickly text Nikki that the situation is under control and then quickly tuck it back away. One of the two problems in this room is sorted out.

Aurora’s eyes are still fuzzy and half open. Given enough time I bet she’d come to on her own. She was pretty deep under whatever technological spell Holoette was enveloping her in, but Holoette is in my spell now. I could probably just shake my sister awake, or give her a nebulous kiss. The way she’d melt into my lips . . . Even thinking about it makes my knees tremble.

Instead I draw back my hand and backhand Aurora to the floor. Her cheek doesn’t turn metal against my hand, but half of her does just before she hits the floor. “Nnnn . . . mommy!”

“We’re pretty kinky, but I don’t think you ever called me ‘mommy’. Don’t worry about the crap in your head, just take a look up above you at ‘Sarah’.” It’s tempting to give her a good swift kick right in the head but I don’t think the pain if she turned metal would be very fun. “You almost got yourself and Counter Spell nabbed by The Syndicate because you were more concerned about saving Mom than being smart. How the hell long are you going to put her infront of everything else?!“

“S-sylvia! You’re back!” She starts to sit up, but I rest my foot on top of her and shove her back down. Aurora is stronger than me, but leverage and how dizzy she seems probably helps make my job easier. “The hell?! Let me up, I missed you! We can talk this over, we can—”

As if she’s forgotten the last five seconds she tries sitting back up again and I shove her down harder. Her head bounces on the floor, and if she was anyone else I’d worry about her being actually hurt. “No! Look at you, Aurora! Look!”

I wish that I carried a mirror with me or knew a bit more magic. She doesn’t look terrible but a better look at Aurora has me even more concerned. Her silver hair is almost halfway down her back. She never liked wearing her hair long. Her eyes aren’t just silver. They’re full of dull gray flecks. Something else seems off, but I can’t place it.

Something about her just looks . . . less. The first metaphor that comes to mind is a half melted candle with a flickering flame. “I’ve tried, really hard. I’ve begged you to tour with me. I delayed my last tour to stay with you a little longer when you said ‘no’. You can’t fill Mom’s shoes, and you’ve tried damned hard to look for her! If something turns up, you can worry about it then, but you have to live—”

“You don’t understand! I thought you understood me, that we understood each other, but you don’t! We don’t!” This time when I try to shove Aurora back down, she rolls out of the reach of my foot before trying to rise again. “I already can’t be the woman that Olivia was. I’m too fucked up inside, too . . . just wrong. I can’t let down Sarah, too! I can’t fail them both, I can’t lose them both, I . . . I won’t, and I don’t care what you say! I’ll get her back!”

She wrapped up all of the growing up she did in her longer, more silver hair. It’s like she never did it at all. She’s right back to being angry and scared all over again.

You’d think that I wasn’t touring the world trying to insist to every crowd I met that Sarah LaSilvas is still alive and if they know anything to contact us or the proper authorities. You’d think I hadn’t tried to work with everyone I could find, or that I didn’t stop by River City to get the Frasiers’ help.

It’s just all about her.

I frown, clenching my hands into fists so tight that it hurts. “You. Need. Help. You can’t keep doing this alone! If Nikki and I hadn’t gotten back into town when we did then Counter Spell and you would be halfway to wherever The Syndicate wanted you. Do you really think any of this helped her?! Do you think this helped you?! Mina has resources, she knows people, I can cover anything, I have the money! You need to see what you’re doing to yourself, and to everyone around you! Counter told me you’re even working with Jesse Colloten, and even I can tell you’re dusting!”

Aurora won’t meet my eyes. I’d love more than anything else to melt everything away and make her do what’s best for her, but that’s never helped us. Ever. It’s times like this that I wonder if I’m hurting her by being the older one, the calmer one, and not telling her to find someone else. All I want to do is make her kneel and chant things about how she’ll be happy and do what she wants to do with her life.

She starts to shake, eyes shining with something other than her light. “I wanted to come here alone. I didn’t want Counter Spell to get hurt . . . I didn’t even want to tell her. Nothings gone right since Sarah dissappeared. Quillspawn. The Brighter Future. Prism . . . Yeah, I’ve let The Lady help me. She’s made it so I can spark, and never need to stop. I thought it’d help. And the dust helps keep me even. Helps me calm down . . .“

Poor thing. As much as she infuriates me with how dumb and selfish she can be it’s only because she’s so smart and selfless underneath that. I close the distance between us, holding her close in a tight hug. She won’t hug me back, instead just shaking. So I twine my fingers with hers, and bend down to look up into her eyes.

I bring her hand up to my lips, giving it a soft kiss without looking away. “We’ll find her, okay? I promise. And we’ll help you, too. I don’t understand, not everything, but I want to. Let me.”

She nods without words, finally looking to my eyes before looking to the blue ring on her finger. Zandra gave one to both of us so she’d be able to contact us if she found anything. Finding the Light bearer seemed as important to her as it does to Aurora, if for entirely different reasons. If there’s anyone in the world I’d love to see right now, it’s her.

Red!

Her ring makes a loud, quiet hum before the gemstone starts to rapidly pulse a deep, dark red. It’s like the color of an alarm or a ruby. I’m so preoccupied staring at her hand that I almost don’t notice when mine starts doing the exact same thing.

“Sylvie . . . Zandra’s ring . . . do you think . . .”

I squeeze her hand tighter and take a deep breath to hold back my tears. “I think so . . . I hope so . . .”