The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Almost as quickly as our rings started flashing red, they turn back to blue. “It would have been nice if these rings came with instructions . . . But getting Quillspawn to whatever kind of magical holding cell Zandra has to have access to was probably a higher priority.”

I wanted that to be a joke. Even with a wide silly smile across my face Sylvia doesn’t look any better. That probably has as much to do with me as the ring not leading to anything substantial.

To say that I haven’t been a wreck for awhile would be a lie, but I’ve been doing my best to hold together. Until tonight no one has gotten hurt because of me. If Counter had just listened to me, not told anyone, and stayed home, but I’m just too stupid to hide how I’m feeling. If I were someone better then I could have pulled that off better.

“Magic . . . If I’ve learned anything about it, magic is something that doesn’t always make a lot of sense. Even if she told us all about how it worked . . .” Sylvia squeezes me tighter, bringing my hand to her lips to give it a slow tender kiss. “It might not work out the way she’d imagined. What’s important is we have a sign. This . . . it’s hope, Aurora. Isn’t that what you’ve been trying to keep having? Isn’t that what you’ve been fighting for?”

Hope. That word isn’t always a great word for me anymore, but Sylvia is right. This is everything that I’ve wanted. Needed. Is there really anything that could be better than a clear, obvious sign?

The best part of Sylvia being taller than me is how easy it is to rest my head on her chest. It also means its entirely too easy to just reach up and tug up her top and latch my lips around a silver and purple nipple. I’ve ached to taste her skin since she’s been gone. Feeling her, savoring her, it’s just so perfect. It’s the only thing that’s calmed me better than being dusted.

Sylvia. My sister. My lover. Such a beautiful, caring, sexy woman. Nuzzling into the star at her chest, taking in her scent, everything just feels a little better. Yet even feeling that, knowing that, I start hearing myself crying again. Tears slide from my eyes, and I can feel them sliding along the cleft where my cheek meets her breast.

“You’re right, Sylvia. You’re right. And right now I just . . . I haven’t been a constant miserable . . . its just when I get down everything feels so hopeless and . . .” My hand rests at the hem of her shirt before sliding just under it to tease my fingers along that soft skin. It’s so hard to resist just sliding my energy through her, tearing up her top, and latching onto her breast. I’ve felt the way her body quivers when her mind starts to quiet, and it’s just so hot. “I’m sorry I’m worrying you so much . . .”

“It-it’s okay, ‘Rora . . . b-but you should stop that, for now. We can do this later, I promise. I was mad at you, but seeing you break down like that, or like this . . .” A little of her misty nebula envelops her fingers before she slides them along my cheek. Maybe it’s just me imagining things, but I swear I can feel my tears conducting her power and drawing it in quicker. “I forgive you. We’ll be okay.”

Maybe someday we’ll stop meeting and having a moment like this every time. As warm and soft as she feels it’s hard not to worry that eventually she’s going to get sick of it. That’s harder to keep as a coherent thought the longer I can feel the colors in her power twining and dancing through my head, but it’s there.

At least with her warmth inside of me, I can feel how much she loves me.

That makes everything better.

“Now, come on . . . We need to get her hauled off to the proper authorities, and you’ll need to talk to Counter. Nikki can keep me entertained until you’re done with that. I think we have a long, wild night ahead of us.” Sylvia pulls her hand away, and the connection fades way quicker than I want it to. Nothing ever makes me feel as close to someone as that.

If she wasn’t promising more later it would be a lot harder to pull my hand away from her chest. As much as I can’t deny the fact that more than anything I want to be hers and make her happy in every way I can . . . whenever that doesn’t feel like it’s going to happen, I want to make it happen even if that means overpowering her and making her happy. How does that even make any sense? How could my desires be such polar opposites?

I don’t make any kind of sense.

“Okay. But only because I love you.” I lift off the floor and bring my lips to hers. Even with my powers being so much a part of my every day life I don’t remember that I can just casually fly nearly often enough. The way Sylvia’s eyes widen tell me she’s thinking the same thing.

It’s fun to pleasantly surprise your lover.

Sylvia’s lips curl into a bigger smile against mine before pulling back just enough to whisper against them. “I love you too, Aurora. The police will probably be here soon though, considering how long ago Nikki called . . . So we should keep our hands to ourselves.”

“Fiiiiine, fine, fine . . .” I float back with a playful huff, turning my back to her. It’s hard to resist grinning until she can’t see my face.

Carefully forming the spark inside of my palm facing away from her, I direct the stealth point of light back around her body to disolve into her thigh from behind. The mewly whimper that comes from behind me confirms that I was right on target.

“But that wasn’t my hand!” I can still feel the potential for tears in my eyes, but laughing with her like this makes that potential feel like so much less. It feels like even if it’s there, we can get past it together. Maybe that’s the whole point of a relationship, or more accurately, our relationship.

We’re laughing so hard we barely hear the police when they enter. I’ve never seen the boys and girls in blue look so confused without someone giving their brains a nudge in that direction.

It’s nice to see something new that isn’t more bad news.

Leaving Aurora alone so soon after seeing her cry is hard. I know she’s a big girl and she’s all grown up now. She can look after herself and make her own decisions. Having witnessed the kinds of decisions she’s made lately its harder to resist making all of those decisions for her . . . but I can’t be holding her hand all the time. I can be here for her, but I can’t just steal all of her choice and make her my pampered silver haired kitten curling up in my lap whenever I ring a bell.

That doesn’t stop me from wanting it. Nothing could stop me from wanting her in my lap. Not even if it should. Sometimes, considering how powerful that desire can be, like a rose’s desire for the sun after a long dark night, I can’t help but worry if it’s doing us both more harm than good.

Valerie would (doubtlessly) let me crash in my old room, even with Nikki, but that just feels way too weird. Hotels aren’t bad, and the room Zandra had reserved the last time she was in town was open. Something about that felt fortuitous.

Plus, it has an amazing view. Standing out on the balcony, looking out over Midas City with Nikki’s arms around me, the cool metal railing under my curled fingers, I feel like the whole world is laid out just for me. It’s still late enough at night (or early enough in the morning) to be dark but the city defiantly stands bright against this adversity. Digital billboards, neon lights, headlights, lamp posts, traffic lights, so much artificial light made by so many genuine people fights back. Is it really so artificial just because it wasn’t like this when we found it?

Hmm. Lyrics. I’m sure I could get a song out of that. Something about what makes something artificial. Artificially Yours? Titles should go last, but sometimes its hard not to want to start where everything ends and work my way backwards. This is especially true when Nikki’s breasts are squished against my back.

“You’re quiet tonight. Especially for someone who said we’d be having a wild time. Not that I’m complaining or anything.” Nikki’s grin is almost as audible as her words. Considering her lips are right by my ear, that makes it pretty audible.

I shrug. Only part of why is to feel her body shift against mine as I do. Mm. “I’m feeling contemplative. Probably Aurora’s influence. You know how that goes.”

“Empathic shadow? You didn’t use your powers on her before I got a chance to see her, did you?” Nikki laughs quietly, teeth grazing along my ear in a touch that ends with a playful tug. “I know she’s your sister, and you two were together first, but you know I’ve wanted to get to know her better for awhile. Won’t be able to pull that off if you’ve melted her into a mewling pile of horny-Rora.”

After a long moment of staring off into space I realize that I can’t remember a time I haven’t been around an at least mildly aroused Aurora. “I think that’d be the most honest way to get to know her. She’s always ready to go.”

Maybe that’s part of what draws me to her. To imagine her eyes, is to imagine desire. To recall her voice is to recall whimpers and gasped moans. As long as I can remember she’s wanted me, and before that we were still inseparable. It was just a new way that we could be closer. It was just something to try, and then we didn’t want to stop. I don’t know why anyone would want to stop touching her . . .

The familiar texture of the metal bar under my fingers mingling with the thoughts drifting through my mind makes my fingers grasp tighter. Her body yields so much more than the metal bar, but she’s just as hard. She’s just as firm. Being in control of such raw passion flowing through such a strong woman, through anything able to be just as unyielding as this bar if it really wanted to . . . just thinking about it is making my thighs clench and my eyes hood. I want her here and I want her here now.

“I think that’s a side effect of being around you, Sylvia. It doesn’t hurt that when you turn on your body just starts to hum with that power of yours.” Lost in my thoughts I hadn’t even realized it, but she’s right. Small wisps of my energy are reaching out for her body, apparently enough to make her nipples press more noticeably into my back.

As fun as it is to run my fingers over a railing there’s so many more things they could be doing. I lift them up, coiling them around Nikki’s arms to pull them away from me until I can turn to face her before replacing them at my back. “Do you really think so?”

She may be taller than me, but that just makes looking up to her eyes more fun. Her arms around me are stronger than mine around her. We both know it. But I’m the one in control. My fingers feel along her back, squeezing tight at the curves of her firm tush. She tenses, mewling under her breath as her eyes slowly hood and her body melts more into mine. I can taste her answer in my thoughts without reading her words. Asking her is still fun. She knows I know whether she voices it or not, and that only makes it that much better.

Everything with her feels like a game. Not the manipulative kind of game where you don’t know what to expect, but fun like strip monopoly or something involving handcuffs. There’s ritual to it. Not enough ritual to make it a paint by numbers affair... It’s more like Christmas. You always open presents. No one gets the same thing every year.

I’m rewarded with a shuddering cry when I willfully trail my power along the curves of her thighs. If I ever lost my powers, I think I’d miss this the most. I could still be in control – and I would – but I couldn’t touch her in this unique way.

“Y-yesss, Sylvia . . .! You make everyone around you hot, that’s just what you do. You’re just so sexy, so in charge, so . . . Mmm . . .” Her blue eyes send waves of desire through me harder hitting than any ocean as they glaze and their enfolding lids quiver. “T-take me, S-sylvia . . . Please!”

“Come to think of it . . . I have to try really hard to remember you not at least subtly wanting me . . . Pretty much only the first time we met . . .” I’m too busy focusing on making my voice roll out of my lips as sexy and in control as I can that I completely miss the words themselves. We both tense, and my power fizzles out as her expression turns almost pained. When we first met she was the only one of us really fighting Miss Corvi. She was the only one who wanted to fight it.

She’s bigger, tougher, and she has an iron clad will to match. She might not have my mother’s light, but I think she’d be a worthy light bearer more than I would.

I let my arms fall away from Nikki, and turn my head to look back out at Midas behind us. New York was supposed to be safer than here. There’s crime everywhere, but crime like that, that’s supposed to be more of a Midas City thing. Midas City might just be the only place as well equipped to deal with it. I guess if the mind control crimes here were really that well orchestrated we’d never find out.

No one ever says that all it takes is one imperfect thing to ruin a perfect moment.

“Sorry. That . . . That wasn’t what I meant.” It’s too late to fix. If I’d been thinking about what I’d been saying, if I’d been focusing on Nikki, I never would have said that.

The only time I didn’t see her wanting to jump my bones she was fighting against insidious mind control that I helped fuel? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever said to anyone, ever. After this I should give Aurora’s phone a call and tell her that I killed the real Sylvia and I’m her robotic replacement.

“Yeah . . . Yeah. I’m gonna go tune my guitar. You just . . . enjoy the view or somethin’. I don’t know. I’m sure you can figure it out.” It would be so easy to ask her to stop going back inside, but I don’t. It would be easier to follow her inside, but I don’t do that either. I just reach up and grab the bar behind me and squeeze.

I squeeze tighter and tighter and tighter until it feels like if I squeezed any harder I might fall back and over the side of the building. I can’t even bring myself to look back towards Nikki. Why am I so fucked up? I can’t blame this on Aurora.

Nikki starts tuning. She plays a few bars, there’s a pause, and then she plays a few more. Each time one string is a little higher or a little lower. Keeping the balcony open means the cold air is going to make it harder to tune but she hasn’t closed the door. A few more notes. Silence. A few more. It’s such a familiar aural dance, and yet it’s a different one each time. I must be getting used to the guitar because I find myself wanting to reach up and tune the same string it sounds like she tightens or loosens.

Another few bars play out, and then a few more. There’s no silence. She just rolls right into a song. When we were all just Nina Corvi’s caged songbirds her people wrote our songs for us. Since we were freed, we’ve written them together. Our music turned from chains to a sacred sisterhood. We’ve written some songs alone, each of us, but it’s been with the thought of bringing it to the group.

This song doesn’t sound like something we’d write now. It’s more mellow. It’s more mainstream.

That changes when the sound of her acoustic guitar fades into the sound of her smashing it in half over the couch.

When I meet her eyes through the glass hers are red and puffy. In her hands is the neck of her guitar, and the dangling strings and hunks of wood. “I didn’t like that song.” She shrugs like it’s nothing and throws the neck to the floor.

“I’ll buy you ano—”

“Going for a walk. If Aurora shows up, don’t play one of my songs while you fuck her.” She grabs up her leather jacket from the couch and tugs it on like a suit of armor. “Actually, see if you can not fuck her. Maybe that’s what I meant. Try not fucking someone for once.“

She heads for the door. I start to step towards her, stopped by my hands still grabbing at the bar. “You were the one who told me to take you! That means ‘fuck me’ you know!“As soon as I’ve said it I feel like an idiot. I’m usually calmer than this, but tonight is just not going right. Flowing with that little voice inside of me is not ending where it should. I’m singing with the beat when I should be singing with the rhythm.

Something like that, anyway.

“I didn’t say ‘don’t make love to her.’ I told you not to fuck her. The word ‘fuck’ can mean a lot of things. Maybe write a song about that.” Nikki slams the door behind her hard enough that everything glass, and not nailed down, shakes.

Why did I have to respond. It’s not a question. The answer doesn’t matter. Did I just want to be right? It wasn’t like I meant to hurt her when I said that. I just wasn’t thinking. I was just letting my mouth move and trusting my muse to make whatever came out sound nice and sexy. As much as I’d like to blame my third mother for this, that just doesn’t sound fair.

After that brief stint of multiple personality disorder and a three way with myself, myself, and Aurora in my own mind nothing has been like that. Not really, anyway.

Right after I let out the breath I’ve been holding in, she opens the door back up just to get another last word in. “And maybe I want you to fuck me because I cant get anything else from you! At least when you’re fucking me you pay attention to me!”

She slams the door again. My grip on the bar falls away, and I fall to my knees crying.

I should try not fucking someone for once. That sounds like it would be nice.

“You could be halfway to Latvia right now! Do you want to be sold to some super villain in Latvia? Do you want Lantalasselingëa to end up sold to some super villain in Latvia?!” Mina is more pissed off than I expected. Really, she’s like, a thousand times more pissed off than I’ve ever seen her before. I didn’t know she was even capable of getting more than a little upset.

“Whoa whoa whoa . . . Whoa . . . Slow down, okay? Let’s take this one step at time!” I try grinning goofily to calm Mina down. It doesn’t work. “First, who is Lantal . . . asse . . . Lantalassee . . . Lant . . . that name you just said.” I am really not off to a good start here.

Not amused doesn’t go nearly far enough in the not department where Mina’s amusement is concerned. She lifts a particularly big pillow from the couch and throws it at my face as hard as she can. I wince when a button hits me in the nose. Thanks to my body’s habit of turning to metal it doesn’t hurt, but it’s the thought that counts. “Counter Spell! That’s her name! If you could ever learn how to roll an ‘L’ she would have told you! But you’re too busy chasing things that aren’t there to chase to focus on anything in the mo—”

“My elvish is not completely terrible.” I interrupt her, and then immediately regret it. My roll is only getting bigger and bigger. If I try any harder to put my foot into my mouth it might be visible from orbit.

Monumental screw ups are not accomplishments, but when they’re all you seem to pull off that’s this big you have to start treating them as big as they are. Right?

I’m probably not the best person to ask in this situation, and usually not the best sounding board anyway.

Counter is still sleeping off the night. It did a number on both of us, but between Sylvia and my whole being a lot more resistant to that sort of thing I don’t really need to rest it off. Besides, Mina wanted to talk and I can’t really say no. This is her apartment for one. It would be more than a little rude to just blow her off to go meet up with Sylvia. I’d have a hard time feeling surprised if the locks weren’t changed.

Figuratively.

It is an apartment.

“You picked a really bitchy time to show me you’ve actually been paying attention.” Mina narrows her eyes. It might not do either of us any better for me to nod instead of just waiting for her to continue. Of course, that only occurs to me after I do. “At least I’m not the only one who is sick of you acting like an idiot. But my point still stands. You put her at risk. You put me at risk. I’m going back to California with Lan-Counter when school goes on break . . . You should come with me! Mom would love to see you again, and it would do you some good to be in a different place.“

The semester is almost over. It makes sense she’d visit home. California was a nice place to call home, and it is tempting. It’d be nice to see Heather and Flora again.

I shake my head with a heavy sigh. “I can’t do that. Sylvia wont be back on tour right away, so that gives me some time with her and Nikki. That’s a good thing, right? Plus my ring, it went all glowy red earlier, and that means I should probably stay in town.”

Mina looks pretty damned unconvinced. I can’t really blame her. “Fine. Stay in Midas. I’m not about to judge what the two of you have. I know what Sylvia means to you, and I think I know what you mean to her. Just try to remember what you mean to Sarah, all right? If she’s alive – and you can’t be any more sure of that than I can – then she’s not going to want to hear that her absence was driving you to this. You need to start focusing on Aurora more. Less on Silver Girl. Less on her missing mother.”

“You’re probably right.” Of course she’s right. With a sigh I slouch back more into the couch. Why would she judge what Sylvia and I have? Oh. Right. There is the whole sisters thing. Sometimes I forget how taboo that is when I’m only with people who know all of my secrets. “I know you’re right. I just can’t give up, okay? I promise, I wont let anything happen to Lant . . . Lantel . . . Lanthi . . . Counter again. And besides, she deserves a vacation from me. You both do.”

Either she’s forgiven me already or she knows that I’m going to try to do better. The end result is the same. She’s calmer. Her expression is much less restrained violence. I still almost shrink away when she gives me a hug, but I think that’s on account of my nose.

Guard lowered from the hug, I’m utterly unprepared when she gives my face a quick slap. “That’s so you don’t forget. I’m going to go help Counter feel better. Cuddles can do that. Maybe you should go see Sylvia.”

Not having my face turn metal when someone I care about hits me is really double edged. My cheek is now really sore and rubbing it doesnt do a lot to help. “That was the plan. You know, for after we talked. You and me, I mean. Sorry I’ve been so hard to live with. I really am.”

“It’s okay, ‘Rora. Just remember we care about you, even when you’re a miserable bitch.” Mina smiles a little more as she stands up. I flinch back as her hand reaches out, but this time it just ruffles up my hair. “And you can’t say you don’t believe it . . . You’ve got proof!”

As amusing as it is, I still narrow my eyes as she walks off into her room laughing.

I grab up my jacket and pull it on tight over my uniform. Taking the time to change just to end up peeling this off sounds silly. I look cute in white. Plus it means that I can break the speed limit the whole way to Sylvia’s hotel.

“I bet I could weave a nebula around room service and convince them to part with the key for my mini bar . . .” No one’s here, but it feels better to talk to myself than it does to just think at myself constantly. It hasn’t been that long since Nikki left. Still. Here I am. Sitting back on the couch alone in my hotel room staring at a locked mini fridge.

My own powers work on me just fine. I could just melt into a haze for awhile . . . but I’ve never been very fond of how it feels to do that alone. I’m not really a big drinker, but something about drinking alone sounds less sad than melting my own mind alone.

The rest of the band is busy doing . . . who knows what. Nikki still isn’t back. Maybe she’s partying with them. Maybe they’re all talking about what a self centered little bitch I am.

Symphonic Nebula. We’ve never talked about changing the name. Even though I’m Nebula, I’ve always thought the name was bout all of us. Having a moment to think it over, I wonder if the others are sore about it. Just because I’m the front woman doesn’t mean that I’m everything. I know that. I hope that they know I know that.

I prod a shard of Nikki’s guitar with the tip of my shoe. Cleaning it up feels wrong. Not because I want Nikki to do it, but it feels like it would be hiding how she felt. I said something insensitive and she felt she had to take it out on her guitar. As much as losing myself on my own guitar sounds really nice about now, I couldn’t do it knowing what I drove her to do. She’s not an apathetic person, but destructive is not usually a word I’d associate with Nikki. A river might wear away a mountain or shove away a twig, but it doesn’t go out of it’s way to do it. It just does. That’s more in line with how she usually is.

Most people behave a lot differently when their lover is being an insensitive cunt.

I lift the wood in my hands, squeezing it to feel the strength of the wood as much as I did with the bar outside. “Is there anything you could say that would make me mad enough to wreck a guitar? Am I invested enough to actually be that affected?”

I don’t believe that Quillspawn’s . . . influence on me has or could have made me into some apathetic monster that doesn’t make interpersonal connections. Seeing Counter Spell tonight made me angry. Aurora made me angry, sad, protective, and so many other feelings. But is there anything that Nikki could say to make me feel like this, like how I made her feel? Do I not care as much about her as I think I do, or does she just care too much?

My thumb holds a string loosely against the neck of Nikki’s guitar, and I flick another nail to make it ring out discordantly. The sound of broken sorrow. “Such a waste. You were a beautiful guitar.”

Nikki’s guitar being smashed makes me feel worse than what I said. What Nina did to us affected all of us. Am I the only one who just can’t bring herself to care about it anymore? Maybe mom’s stories about all the twisted hijinks she got in and out of made me more prepared for it. More than just prepared for it, but that’s as far as I’m willing to consider tonight.

“If she won’t go on tour with me, and having me gone for so long is doing this to her, maybe our relationship is hurting both of us. Maybe . . . Maybe . . .” Could I really break up with Aurora again? We split up when I moved, but as much as I said that it was for the best and tried to convince myself . . . it’s not like I ever really believed it. It’s not like I ever wanted to believe it.

Loud knocking startles me out of my internal dialogue. Phew. Nothing bad about that. I jump to my feet and rush to the door.

Aurora is there, holding up her hand in a cutesy little wave that makes me think of our mother. I don’t know if she even realizes she does the same finger wiggling wave sometimes. “Hey! Didn’t think you’d get to the door so fast! Mina was upset, but I think we’ll be able to work throu—!”

Aurora talks too much. Or rather, she talks too much if you don’t interrupt her. My arms around her body, and my lips on hers, do a good job of managing just that. I don’t want to talk, not right now. I want to hold her. I want to forget about the rest of the world outside of her body and mine.

Try not fucking someone for once.

I stiffen as soon as I remember the way Nikki said those words. Maybe something a little less waking up naked with Nikki standing over us would be a good idea. It couldn’t hurt to stay dressed for one evening with my sister.

“Sylvia why are you . . . oh come on, just lemme finish one sentence!” Aurora interrupts herself and I don’t need to ask her why. Blue light is shining behind me bright enough to color the hallway. The ring Zandra gave me feels warmer and heavier on my finger. This is definitely more than just a teasing sign. This is definitely more.

As I turn the light begins to fade, and in its place stands a very welcome sight. Dressed in a tightly fitting blue corset, a matching blue mask, thigh high stiletto boots, and holding a sapphire topped magical wand is none other than Zandra herself. Her expression is urgent tempered with delight. A hint of concern floats underneath, but only a hint. “Aurora, Sylvia . . . I know who has your mother.”