The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You know where Sarah is?!” If I was holding Sylvia in my arms instead of squeezing her against my side I might have dropped her hearing those words. I’ve been waiting to hear someone say something, anything along these lines for so long it’s easier to remember wanting to hear that than wanting to hear mom’s voice.

Zandra slowly nods, motioning to the room around her. “Yes. Of course, as I said, retrieving her will be . . . less than simple, but I have faith in our abilities. Please, come in. You chose a convenient hotel room, Sylvia.”

Even if my mind is filled with louder and more desperate versions of all of the questions I’ve had since mom disappeared I’m still taken back by how deep and vibrant the blue of her eyes are. The black mask surrounding them doesn’t hurt. Something about her long braid of matching blue hair seems just as impressive. Even if it has nothing to contrast with but the black holding it in place and the small tuft of free hair at the end something about it seems really impressive.

It’s hard not to remember the last time we met. She had me hanging from the ceiling, bound and gagged. A faint playful curl in her blue lips tells me that she remembers too.

Sylvia recovers from the shock first, leading the way into her hotel room. “Thanks, Zandra. Something about it felt appropriate. Rora . . . could you get the door? Somehow I get the feeling that this is going to be a very, very private discussion.”

When I get back from pulling the door shut Zanda is nudging away a busted guitar with her foot. As powerful as that long braid looks, getting a second glance there are a few places here and there with a slight loose hair or two. They weren’t easy to see, but they’re there. I hope however she found mom wasn’t too terrible for her. She might have been a bit rough with me but it was for my own good.

Once the guitar is out of her way, Zandra sits at the far side of the couch while motioning to the other side. Sylvia pulls me along with her and as glad as I am to be squished close to her the forcefulness of the tug feels strange coming from her. Something had seemed wrong in her eyes when she opened the door.

I hope she’s okay.

Neither of them say a word. Sylvia looks tense, and from the firmness of her embrace I can tell she doesn’t just look tense. Zandra looks contemplative. That magic rod is still in her hand instead of resting at her hip. “So! You found Sarah! Come on, I need to know everything! We need to go tonight! This morning! I’ve been awake for forever, but I’ll be fine! My sparks don’t wear me out anymore so I won’t slow us down!“

“Patience, Aurora. I desire your mother safe from this woman’s hands every bit as much as you. Our reasons may be different, but the Light Bearer being a captive is something that makes it harder for me to sleep.” Zandra’s sad smile as much as what she says reminds me of what she said about the world she came from. Sarah saved them from a dark time in their history where any time the Nesatealia were threatened they had Red to fall back on. Mom made it so there could be order and safety again.

Having her be missing has to be just as bad for their world as having her missing here feels for me. Zandra is definitely right. As much as I’d like to rush in being smart is a lot more important. Sarah’s presence is worth a lot.

To make it easier to shut up and relax I give Sylvia’s cheek a quick kiss before squeezing and curling tight against her. Her hand raises to slowly stroke through my hair. It really has gotten long. Something about there being more of it for her to feel through, to tug if she wanted, sounds hot. I do miss my shorter hair sometimes, but Silver Girl has long hair. I want to fill the part the best I can. At least my hair is silver even if my skin is still peachy.

Sarah was pretty Italian though. Should I call it olivey? Olives are darker though . . .

“Anyway, yes, there is much to elucidate. Your mother is in the possession of a woman who until quite recently has been at most an unnamed rumor in the darkest places of our realm.” Zandra sighs heavily, her eyes lost within the gemstone atop her rod. “Roughly a year before the Light Bearer disappeared there had been whispers at the edge of our society that there was a member of the Nesatealia not contented with her family’s defeat. Supposedly suspicious behavior in shopkeepers, gardeners, and other women was reportedly linked to her, but all investigations came back with nothing.

“She was described as a chameleon, and a witch of supreme talent. Some said that she was yet another Light Bearer come to lead us when the last would not. The Council – that is, our governing body – saw these rumors as just that. Rumors. It made sense after so many Warden investigations came back with nothing. A woman disappearing here and there isn’t particularly unusual. Crime may be easier to solve with aid of magic, but it is just as easy to obscure. While we have managed to stop most attempts by the Nesatealia and their former allies to bring more women from your world to ours as slaves, this did mean that it became more and more alluring merely to claim other witches. Distasteful, but . . . such things too, were becoming less and less common.” Zandra frowns, slowly shaking her head. “Then I returned from my search for your mother.”

It’s hard to believe that there’s an entire world of people like the LaSilvases and the Nesatealia. An entire world just for witches . . . how would a thing like that even work? I know that they don’t need men for things to carry on and work like normal but can there really be that many of us?

Just imagining what that world is like used to keep me up at night when I was a little girl. Lida told stories sometimes, but she never told about the world itself. She mostly talked about the amazing parties that she went to or little things that were so different from anything I’ve experienced that they sounded beyond impossible. Most of those stories I haven’t even thought of for so long but I remember her describing drinks that changed flavor from one sip to another, forests with leaves and needles shifted colors like living rainbows, and mountains covered with snow and dotted with natural hot springs.

When I was really little I used to ask mom to take us there. When she told me there was more to it than that, and when she started to hint at what that meant, I stopped asking. I think a part of me stopped believing Lida’s stories were entirely accurate.

Lida’s been missing just as long as mom has. We were all sure she’d just gone searching for Sarah, but wouldn’t she have come back by now? Maybe she got on the same trail Zandra did.

I don’t think she’d back away if she thought there was a chance she could save Sarah on her own. There was no reason for her to think that Sylvia and I could help. Valerie would want to, but she hasn’t done the heroine thing since . . . forever. She’d think she was all on her own.

Sylvia frowns and squeezes me tighter. “Don’t stop there!”

“Of course not. I didn’t intend to. I was trying to find the right way to explain all of this quickly to someone who’d never . . . visited.” Zandra’s smirk is cold without cruel. There’s a certain apologetic sorrow in her eyes. Last time we’d met she said we should visit sometime. I don’t think she wanted us to visit what’s happened since. “Another rumor began to grow, one with more evidence to support it. Artifacts had disappeared from temples. Women on the council began to send out the wardens more and more often to chase after shadows. Worse yet, the shadow looming in the corners of every room had been given a name.

“Rust. The rumors now had changed. She had been performing foul magics on those women, and then dispelling it as she used the magic within the women themselves to keep them as her pets when . . . released to resume their lives. It would make a Warden’s usual methods to investigate control meaningless. It would appear as anything done had been done by them, or blend with their normal energies.

“Then several Wardens stayed missing, only to return tight lipped – even to me. Then the woman at the head of our council, the Lady Leora LaSilvas, went missing. When she returned, she was different. She insisted that this hunt for Rust was pointless. Even if she was real – which Leora hotly argued could not be true – our failure to find her was hurting the people and our image. We would be better suited instead to take more defensive, noninvasive measures to protect ourselves.” Zandra narrows her eyes as though to squint at something deep inside of that gem. “Wise. Not the call that I would have made, but a wise decision. But that was when things really became tangled.”

Every twist in Zandra’s story makes Sylvia squeeze me tighter. If she were stronger I might be turning to metal in her arms. Its already on the edge of being uncomfortable but having it be her makes it better. At least her cheeks are still nice to steal the occasional kiss from.

None of that makes Zandra’s story any less worrying. Unfortunately.

“I had been the only warden searching for the Light Bearer during this time. I’m very good at what I do, so there wasn’t much of a need for more. We aren’t that large of a group. Yet more and more often after Leora’s disappearance she would gather more and more of the other Wardens in secret within chambers impenetrable to outside scrying. Several times I found their tracks preceding mine in places I searched in our world for your mother. I believe that Leora either is Rust herself, or has been corrupted by this woman, and has been spreading this corruption through the Wardens. If there were any capable of twisting our magics, it would be the leader of the council. All Wardens are bound in loyalty to it.” Zandra twirls her rod in her hand, tossing it up in the air only to precariously balance it on the edge of a fingertip.

“That’s all . . . I mean, we’d help you, because it sounds like they’re covering up our mother’s disappearance, but you made it sound like you were certain that you had proof of where she is.” Sylvia finally squeezes a whimper out of me, and only then loosens her hold. “Sorry, Rora. Just, that’s bad, really bad, and we’d be happy to help you, but—”

Zandra moves her hand so fast its hard to see as she holds the wand out to Sylvia in a motion that would look threatening if it wasn’t so casual and she wasn’t smiling. “I’m sure you caught that Leora is a LaSilvas, much like yourselves, much like your mother. I followed her to your family’s high temple under the false pretense of being her guardian. At one point she managed to lose me amongst the columns and corridors. When I found her again, she was emerging from a wall that sealed perfectly shut behind her. What I’d been able to see before the way closed were women of all different families, and at the center, bound and hanging limply at the center of the room . . . was your mother. The wall would not respond to any of my magics, nor could I find evidence that an entrance even existed. But I know what I saw.”

Finally, the words I’ve been waiting for since she appeared! If mom is being held in the LaSilvas temple there’s definitely something going very seriously wrong. She’s supposed to be like their second coming or something! I’ve never really bought into the idea of being divine, but that belief is the whole purpose behind their temples. Her power is definitely impressive enough. If they’ve had her hidden there in some sort of hidden room this whole time, there’s no knowing what they could have tried doing to her!

“Then we need to stop them, we need to move!” I pull away from Sylvia, and stand. Unfortunately I step right in a piece of the broken guitar that Zandra kicked away earlier. My boot crushes it easily enough, but I still wince. “Sorry. Anyway, we need to get going! We need to bust into that temple and—”

“Not so fast, Aurora.” Zandra aims her rod at me with the same casual movement. “Have you been listening? Leora likely has the Wardens at her beck and call, not to mention the priestesses of the temple.”

Sylvia nods. Her gaze drifts between me, Zandra, and the end of her rod. She looks more serious than I’ve ever seen her before. “Mom’s suit – the anti spark suit that Quillspawn was wearing for our reunion . . . She was wearing it when we stopped her, do you still have it somewhere safe?”

Zandra shakes her head. “Yana’s suit was taken from her, but it was taken to that same temple for study. I don’t think we’d be able to rely on that providing an advantage even if we had another. It might have been somehow resistant to the energies you wield in their rawest form . . . but these women do not need to use their powers so simply or bluntly. It would be odd of them to do so. No, we’d need to go forward believing that they would be using more complicated magics than that.”

I snap my fingers and pop a small spark between them in the process. We’d be going to their home turf. Rushing under that bowling alley tonight was bad enough and they couldn’t have set up that trap longer than a week ago at most. They’ve had over a year to make sure anyone trying to save Sarah would have a hard time of it.

As much as I’d like to think that my metal gives me an advantage I know that it doesn’t. If Sylvia could use her powers like she did when she was Singularity I’m sure a few witches later and she’d be able to tell us what to expect but even if she can, and I don’t know if she can, that would be dangerous. She wasn’t very happy to go back to normal, and she was . . . insatiable. She might not stop until we found mom, and then she might stop us from freeing her.

“I do have a little trick that might be able to help in a pinch, but it wouldn’t be enough to get us through all of that. So . . . what’s the plan?” Obviously Zandra has a plan. She came here with something more in mind than letting us know what she found.

It wold have been nice if she’d taken the time to keep us informed as this happened. We might have been able to help!

When Zandra grins and rises from the couch I feel a lot better. “Simple. We need to get to Leora, but we can’t get to her while the other Wardens remain a threat. I can get you there, keep everyone busy and distracted, and you can break the enchantment over the Wardens. I can explain how once you’ve had time to rest. It’s simple enough, but I’m incapable for the same reasons that I can’t corner Leora myself. Once that’s done, we can confront her, and either apprehend Rust, or have her lead us right where we need to go to save your mother.”

Wow. I did not expect something so . . . neat. It doesn’t sound like it’ll be particularly easy or anything, but it definitely sounds doable. Stopping the Syndicate in California was harder than that!

Sylvia lets out a sigh of relief as I pull her into another tight hug. I can already feel the tension melting out of her. Even if she hasn’t been as visibly freaked out about all of this, I think it’s been bothering her just as much as it’s been bugging me. I think I’ve been a bit selfish with the whole missing Sarah thing. It makes me feel pretty . . . young.

I’m not that old, but I usually feel older than this.

“So, when do we put all this into motion? It . . . is rather late. It might be a good idea if we slept first.” Sylvia is entirely too reasonable. She’s right, but I still can’t stop myself from wanting to rush out and save the day.

This is exactly the kind of opportunity that I’ve been waiting for! I press my lips to Sylvia’s cheek again, squeezing myself as tight against her as I can. I never took off my jacket, but it doesn’t really get in the way of feeling so intensely close to my sister. Once we save Sarah, there won’t be any reason for me to stay in Midas when she’s touring. Maybe I could go with her.

That could be really fun!

“Tonight would be ill timed. Tomorrow. After you’ve rested. The council will be meeting, with most of the Wardens in attendance.” Zandra slowly begins to step back towards the more open area in the room where she first appeared. “Normally the first arrival of the daughters of the Light Bearer would draw a lot of attention, but if everyone’s distracted it should be much simpler. I will be at that meeting to inform the council of my findings. I will not be able to outright lie to them, but I should be able to obfuscate long enough for you to finish your task.”

Finally, we’ll be able to save mom! I have to wait a little longer, but I think that I can survive that. “We’ll be ready!”

Sylvia nods, pressing her lips to my cheek. We’ll definitely both be ready. I might be a bit bad about rushing in too quick with the expectation that everything will just fall in line when I’m not thinking, but if I can learn from tonight and remember what it was like to be with the team in California . . . I think we can do this. I know we can do this.

“I can’t say more. This is already very, very dangerous. But I don’t see any other way.” Zandra sighs with the faintest of shrugs, drawing her cloak up from the floor. Her hood hides away her face, only letting hints of the vibrant blue of her eyes remain visible. “Tomorrow, I’ll arrive, explain what you’ll need to do, draw open a portal, and then vanish to the meeting. I know this is a lot to ask of both of you, especially on such short notice. I promise if I saw any other way, I would make it known.”

“This is more than either of us could have asked for. Thank you, Zandra. We’re in your debt.” Sylvia waves as she pulls me tighter. Following her lead, I wave too. Maybe I wont need to worry about being a leader. This is different. We’re a duo. A pair. That’s a lot different than a full team. “Watch your back.”

Zandra smiles more as she waves her rod and disappears in a flash of blue light.

I nuzzle into Sylvia with a quiet sigh and try to contain my excitement. The news has me so excited, but I really am pretty exhausted. As much as I’d like to have argued that we should be rushing to It right now I’m already starting to fall asleep against Sylvie. She’s just so warm and comfy in all of the right ways. Her intoxicating scent is as arousing as it is soothing.

Mom’s gonna be back!

Lips press to my forehead. I’m not sure how long I’ve been half out of it. How long has it been since Zandra left? Seconds? Minutes? Longer?

“It’s okay, Aurora. You just close your eyes and get some sleep.” Sylvia’s kiss has just enough of her power lacing it to make refusing her gentle command impossible. My eyes fall closed, and I savor knowing that Sylvia is the one in control of everything as I fell asleep. Everythings going to be okay . . .