The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Yeah, we made it all right!” All along my back is a cold sweat. That was so close. We almost completely failed the easiest part of what we have to do. Walking through a library should not be that hard. I’m supposed to be stronger than that! I’m going to need to be stronger than that. We haven’t even started the hard part yet!

I didn’t get a chance to see how many Wardens were on our trail but with how loud it was before the door clicked shut I can imagine there were quite a few. The Council has to know. Leora has to know where we are and why we’re here.

Hopefully Zandra was right about the Wardens and this chamber. She warned us not to take anything but she didn’t warn us that things already there might try to take us. That makes it hard to be certain that she knows everything that we’d like her to know.

Unlike the room above which looked gorgeous if too impressive and grandiose, the staircase and its enclosing structure are dark, grim, and almost primitive. The walls are made of dark, obsidian-black stone bricks. Its a wide enough chamber that the literal torches on the walls don’t feel worrying. Also thankfully, there’s no room between the edge of the steps and the wall. With how far down this stairway goes I think my knees would be shaking all the way even knowing I can fly. Who knows what sort of anti-flight magic could be worked into the stones, or the torches?

I can’t believe I fell for that stupid tiara. It’s probably for the best that it picked on me instead of Aurora. How would I have stopped her? Latched onto her and filled her with my nebula? Then the Wardens would have gotten us for sure. When it used my body it sent out blasts of energy . . . could I do that if I knew how?

“Do you know what the heck you were saying? It wasn’t english so I’ve got no clue.” Aurora interrupts my inner monologue. Electrum, or Silver Girl, to the rescue.

“When it took over, everything stopped. It was like that red energy was riding me. I knew what was happening, but only distantly.” I furrow my brows and struggle to remember any specific details from it. She said words, but I only knew it because she needed to use my lips. It was like my lips were a skintight costume, and she was just moving mine along with hers. How it felt so erotic, I can’t explain. But it did. “No. When she, it, whatever was in control of me, spoke to me it was just with thoughts. When she spoke, she was using my ears too. I couldn’t hear while she was hearing with them.”

Aurora shudders audibly. Without her here this stairway would feel even more impossibly long than it already does. What could possibly be this far under ground? The last room was already the basement and it had to be at least two normal rooms tall. I guess magic makes construction easier.

Mind control can’t be the only use for our powers. The way the tiara took control of me, the way it used me, there has to be more. If I could use it to make sound . . .

Aurora’s boots stop clicking behind me. It’s odd how you can grow used to hearing something yet only notice once it isn’t there. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Sylvia. Just thought I heard something from the hatch. Probably nothing. It looked like I was able to lock it from the inside.” I let out a sigh of relief. Both of our heels resume clicking their way down. While it would be nice to know the door was locked for sure I don’t think we can rely on that kind of certainty where this weird place is involved.

If this area is protected from the Wardens then there’s little reason to think Zandra would know much about it. She barely knew enough to get us here in the first place. If those Wardens have been corrupted in some way that they can make their way down here there’s no chance we can win. Aurora told me in very amazing detail how easily Zandra had her bound and gagged. I felt how easily she could evade my power even when I was stronger than I’ve ever felt.

It makes me wonder just what they’ve been doing with Yana and Aniela. They both needed help. How did this seeming coup get in the way of that? I can’t believe they wouldn’t end up somehow affected by all of this. That’s too much to hope for. Yana could make a powerful, if dangerous ally. Aniela could, too. With how long she’s been controlled, and how deeply, it’s hard to know how much I’d be able to rely on her morality. Her shadows are more than formidable. I was lucky that our last meeting had me at such a high advantage.

Something tells me if there’s a repeat I won’t be so lucky. I can only hope that I’m wrong. Hoping there wont be a next time feels like asking for too much.

Hopefully Aurora is enjoying the view. Staring at my ass in this entirely too short black skirt has to be more fun than just watching the steps disappear under my feet hoping for the next one appearing around the corner to be something different. It can’t go on forever, can it? This wouldn’t be the strangest place to put a trap like that. It certainly seems important enough. This stairway could just go on forever.

Maybe once you lose sight of the hatch you can never find it again. Without even being able to use it much I can think of a hundred ways to trap us here forever. They could just put something in the torches. Maybe they’re melting away at us right now!

“Aurora?” I sigh, shaking my head as I continue to walk after only the briefest of pauses.

“Yeah, Sylvia?” She sounds concerned. Can’t say that I blame her. This whole situation has me worried out of my damned mind.

“I hate magic.” It doesn’t help that every sconce looks exactly the same. Every brick in the wall looks immaculately identical to all of the bricks around it. Nothing is different. We should have brought some bread. Then it would take longer to starve to death.

Behind me, Aurora laughs. “Yeah, me too. Our lives would be a whole lot easier without so much of it involved. Except, you know, the whole us not existing bit. Because we both have two mommies.”

“Got me there, ’rora.” Damn Aurora. As much as I want to feel I cant help but smile. When she isn’t too busy feeling bad about herself she really is damned amazing. Beyond amazing. “And there’s your magic tongue. I don’t think I’d want to live without that, either. I probably could, but I don’t know if I’d call it living. Surviving might be a better word for it.” Childish giggles erupt from my throat. I don’t even try to hold them back.

It doesn’t take long for Aurora’s giggles to join mine. Happy sounds echoing through the stairway feels amazingly calming. Not in the mind-melted-and-eyes-hooded way of the tiara from upstairs, but in the same way as friends laughing over a pizza in a small corner booth. There’s something cozy about it. It’s private and comfortable.

Even with the colors of the torches turning more and more blue the lower we get it’s hard to feel as concerned. Aurora is with me. She might have needed me to hold her up when we were younger, but she’s much stronger now. This is what she’s been preparing for her whole life. There aren’t a lot of people who have one dream last that long, but she has. Aurora is so much more special than she ever gives herself credit for. Even if it would be better for her if I pulled away, I don’t think I could.

She’s my dawn.

“There! Look!” Aurora leans against my back to point at the first bend where beyond it is flat and not another dip. No more stairs! “Finally! I was close to getting a little bit worried. Okay, I’ve been worried the whole time, but I was about to get really concerned. Or tempted to show it a little. Or something. Anyway, this is awesome!”

“It definitely is, sis. It definitely is.” Whether I mean her breasts rubbing into my back or this staircase ending I’m not sure. Both feel pretty nice. works better. Suddenly having spent the night clothed and cuddling feels like it was such a waste.

Hopefully Nikki is there when we get back safe and sound. Then we could all spend some quality time together and plan for a mutually enjoyable future. We could finally start planning without the big elephant in the room getting in the way. Sometimes its hard to remember things with Aurora before Sarah went missing. She was so different then. I was different then. It had been a long time since we’d even spoken, but if we’d reunited any other way things would have been resolved by now. We’d be together, or we’d be apart.

Finality is what we’d have. For better or worse, we’d know where we stand. Since utter finality will hit entirely too soon if we don’t keep moving I shake the thought from my head before continuing on.

I am not going to be the weak link.

Aurora rushes to stand beside me as the hallway widens. It isn’t very long, but I imagine this hallway was easier to craft than the stairway leading down. Plus the door at the end is much more ornate. Without so much room for the hallway it wouldn’t be shown off in all of its splendor. Twin doors made of seemingly solid gold are a very welcome sight. Something about gold always feels welcome.

“Wow. You’d think we coulda gone down a few fewer stairs with how tall these doors are.” Aurora laughs, and I follow suit. They’re really only a little taller than us, maybe me-and-a-half tall at most, but with how many stairs there were it’s hard to argue. The words just fall away.

Even one stair fewer sounds nice thinking about it now. Thinking about the way we even got to this world in the first place the only reason that comes to mind for such a long staircase is that there’s some kind of antimagic involved, and they needed a lot of room for it. Nothing else explains it well enough. Something about golden magic doors seems familiar but I can’t place it.

There are no obvious handles to the doors. By all rights they look impregnable. How heavy they must be alone is impressive, but the way its hard to tell if the seam where they meet is even a seam at all makes it vaguely worrying.

Asking Aurora to give it a shove would be a waste of time, so taking the initiative I place my palms against one of the doors and push with everything I have. Not only does the door not budge, but it pushes me back and off my feet.“Be careful, Sylvie! That’s magic. No clue how it’ll react!”

“I’m glad I have you here to catch me.” Rebellious magic doors might not be the reason of choice to have Aurora’s arms around me. I still find it hard to object.

“Still . . . Lemme give it a try. I’m all armored up and stuff. I don’t think Zandra’s been down here before, or if so, she might not remember it right. I think she woulda remembered to tell us something about this . . .” After making sure I’ve regained my balance Aurora approaches the door. Bracing herself with her left hand, she draws back right before slowly shifting it to metal. “Just in case, I’d be anywhere but right behind me if I were you.”

“You have a very good point, sis! But first!” Smiling so much it almost hurts I rush up to her and plant a quick kiss on her cheek. There’s a faint bit of nebula to it, but only enough so I can taste her delight. “For luck!”

No one else has ever given me the gift of seeing metal blush. I don’t think anyone else could even try. Unique is definitely a word that describes Aurora.

I’m not sure if it’s because of her right hand beginning to pulse with more and more of her silver in preparation to slam open the door, or her left hand lightly humming with it, but the seam between the doors seems to open. Could it be the LaSilvas energy combined with her desire to open the door? I’m not sure, but I’m not quick enough with my voice or my body to stop her from putting her everything into the blow.

Her name is still on my lips when the door flies open and her face smashes into the floor. At least it’s the sound of metal on stone instead of flesh on stone. This is the first time something like this hasn’t been followed by a sizable dent. Magic architecture must have something going for it after all.

Aurora raises up her right hand and throws her thumb up before bursting into laughter. It sounds like a waterfall of sunlight. “I’m going to chose to be happier about the stupid door opening than upset about how embarrassing, and painful, that was!”

“That’s probably the smart call to make!” My laughs join hers in the air as I rush to kneel beside her and offer her my hand. At least she seems to be taking this pretty well, especially for her. A set back so close to our goal could easily be demoralizing. Instead she’s rising above it.

Her metal fingers curl around my hand, and I help her up to her feet. Our eyes meet as she steadies herself, and I lose myself in those metal eyes. I’ve noticed how invulnerable she looks, feels, is when she’s metal so many times before. If being there for her after she took a bullet to the chest didn’t tell me just how tough her metal is then watching her fall to the sidewalk would have driven that home. This is just the first time I’ve noticed how clearly I can see myself in her.

I’ve seen myself in so many pairs of eyes. Aurora, Nikki, the rest of the band, and Miss Corvi are just a few. This might be the first time I’ve really noticed that I can see myself as easily in her eyes as in her cheeks, her lips, or her forehead. Images of candle lit rooms where I could see Nikki’s reflection obscured by her own naked body melting into Aurora’s fill my mind.

Yet looking at her, watching my own face in hers, it’s hard not to think about just how reflective she really is. She might be strong, but she’d never use that except in response to external aggression. No one in the world is better suited to the powers she has than Aurora.

How Aurora worries that she doesn’t live up to her mothers’ examples is something I might never understand. She’s achieved so much, and come so far. Maybe this ‘adventure’ will help her see that. Sarah never got to give her a thumbs up for being a good heroine. Valerie doing that isn’t the same even if the reasons behind that feel silly. She’s as much Aurora’s mother as I am her sister.

“We really should get going . . .” Aurora’s voice breaks through my thoughts. There I am off somewhere else again. Not helpful. “Don’t worry, we’re so close to the end of this.”

With a grin on her lips and a sway to her hips Aurora pushes onward past the double doors and into the chamber where The Council keeps the magic that makes The Wardens what they are. I just hope I’m up to the task.

I have no clue what I was expecting.

This wasn’t it.

Just like we were promised in the center of the small circular room is a small table with a blue orb of magic hovering above a pearl basin. The orb itself looks like its made out of light and liquid at the same time, shifting and swirling between sky blues to a midnight ocean. The whole room is bathed in blue.

That gets a lot more impressive when I step in a bit further and notice just how high the domed ceiling goes. Unlike the room above there are only two bookshelves here and one metal-and-glass display case covered with magic looking padlocks.

“Wow. I kinda . . . I guess this room doesn’t really need to be bigger, but I kinda thought it would be. Some of the colors in this floating thingy look like the end of that wand Zandra has.” It’s a pretty small room, so just a few more steps and the orb is floating at eye level just inches away. “Sylvia? You have no idea how hard it is for me to not reach out and poke that thing right now. I mean, obviously that won’t help us any and might hurt Zandra, but I’m really damn tempted.”

“Be good, Aurora. Zandra said that I have to do this. If it could be any other way, I’d be happier. Maybe it’s for the same reason that I was so vulnerable to that thing sliding inside of me, or . . .” Sylvia frowns, and I wrap an arm around her in a side hug. Her smile weakly returns as she moves around to the other side of the table.

She reaches down into the pouch hanging from her skirt and withdraws a small silver ball of light. It looks a lot like the one floating over the table, but made of the same bright shades of silver both of us have flowing through us.

Magic. I wish we’d brought Counter Spell. If she wasn’t recovering from my screw up I would have insisted we bring her with us. She would have known so much more about all of this.

It’s good that I was here to save Sylvia from that tiara or whatever it was, but it’d be nice if I could be good for more than that. I’m muscle if someone gets down here, but that is supposed to be really unlikely anyway. There’ll be more to do once we get this sorted out. Nothing ever goes as neatly as it should.

I step away from the table and push the doors mostly shut just for good measure. It wouldn’t be good to be stuck in here, but I don’t want the open door to be a liability. “You all ready, Sylvie?”

“Let’s see . . . I’ve never done anything like this before. My success is what Sarah’s safety is riding on.” Sylvia laughs nervously as she rolls the small ball of light around in her palm. “How ready could I possibly be?”

“You’ve got an audience, too! Don’t forget that!” For anyone else, that’d be cruel.

Sylvia grins, and her nebula pulses as it begins to flow over her hand. If anyone can do this, it’s her. “Well, if you say it like that . . . Then I guess I am ready. Time for my solo.”