The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Now that we’re all nice and relaxed it should be easier to find where Quill is hiding. Then you whip up one of your secret weapons and pow - all of this is over. Then, we can give Sarah a call and let her know she doesn’t have to worry.” Aniela’s words are my thoughts and this time it’s not because of her shadow. I’m sure anyone in my situation would feel the same.

A hotel room is not the perfect place for magic rituals, but it works in a pinch. The bathroom mirror is suitable enough for some scrying and Aniela’s shadows give the spell vital energy to cut through whatever magic Quillspawn might be using to shield her exact location.

I used to do this every night at Clearview. Luckily for me there wasn’t a camera in my room or I have the feeling my meds would have included a sleeping pill or five.

The bathroom could be summed up in one word: cramped. The only reason it gets an upgrade is how close this forces Aniela to be. “Cramped” becomes “cozy” so easily and I’m not about to complain. Anything that gives us an excuse to get closer makes it more likely we’ll stay that way.

“Any time you’re ready, Aniela. Just cover the mirror in a little shadow and I can take it from there.” Should my heart be beating this quickly? We’re drawing so near to our victory and yet all I feel is doubt in my abilities and dread at the slightest thought of the inevitable confrontation. There has to be a reason that Quillspawn drew us here, but I can’t decide what that is. Are there powerful magical currents under Twilight Falls?

There were under Midas, but Midas has Silver Girl and she’s not stupid enough to challenge Sarah directly. It’s close enough to Midas to assume she could lure us easily but far enough away that it would take time to catch up. Maybe I should stop focusing on what I don’t know and focus on what I do.

Beside me Aniela smiles and wraps an arm around me as she extends the other toward the mirror. Spreading from her fingers like smoke the shadow forms in the air and drifts to the mirror. Drawing closer, I wrap my arm around her as I mirror her motions. Under my breath I mutter sounds without purpose and let my fingers dance in the air. My eyes hood on their own as I draw the shadow over our reflection like a blanket.

Something feels ominous about covering us in shadow. Right now I think anything would feel ominous. My shifting concentration makes the shadow quiver and I grit my teeth before righting it. Damn it. Now is not the time for wandering thoughts.

Gazing deep into the depths of the shadow I focus all of my thoughts on Quillspawn. I focus on Twilight Falls and the initial vision that led us here. I focus on the ink that made Sylvia crash.

The center of the shadow begins to twist and coil as it draws in my focus. Quillspawn. This needs to be able to find her. If a quick ritual in Midas could point us this far, then a slower one here can guide us the last few steps. Quillspawn is near. I can feel something in the air I haven’t felt since the night she invaded my mind through an unknown backdoor. She’s close, and against my own sense I yearn for her. I yearn to feel her inside of me again.

The shadow quivers again and I bite my lip hard to make it stop. Damn it! Why did Aniela need to tell me those things? It felt nice to know she knew me so well, but I didn’t need to know Quillspawn was more than just the dark side of my desires with the power to back them up. I didn’t need to remember she was once a part of me and not some detached threat.

I didn’t need to know she misses me like I miss her.

Finally the coiling begins to include colors. Shades of white and gray at first, but soon a light blue and then a faint green. The colors are detached from each other, hazy and incomplete, but every moment they fuse together into hints of a picture.

I can hear my heartbeat as the shadow forms lines within the colors, turning them from flat to shaded as the colors spread to fill the mirror. The blue becomes the color of a wall, as the green becomes an eye and then a second. The rest of the picture fills in remarkably quickly as a new rush of shadow covers the mirror.

A very pale woman sits on a bed in what looks like a hotel. She’s wearing a glittering little black dress, accessorized by matching heels and gloves that nearly reach her shoulders. Heavy black makeup surrounds her dark green eyes and coats her full lips curled in an elegant grin.

She isn’t anyone I’ve seen before, but I know who’s inside of her. The woman’s hair may be blonde but the wet depths of her pupils betray her possessor. They’re such deep eyes even disregarding that, so deep and warm. I know why she chose her as a vessel. I’ve always loved eyes like those, so deep that you could stare into them forever and not remember a single clear detail. Does Quillspawn love them too, or does she just want to take me off guard with her vessel’s gaze?

“Room five twelve, Yana. I’m in room five hundred and twelve . . .” It takes me a moment to realize that Quillspawn is meeting my gaze. She knew I would do this. She was waiting for me to get close enough. “You’re in room . . . three-twenty-five? It shouldn’t take you long. Don’t keep me waiting, dear . . .”

How it can be I’m not sure, but her voice sounds precisely like mine. On second thought, it doesn’t sound like I do now - insecure and uncertain - but confident and sensuous like I used to sound. She sounds how we used to sound . . .

I want to respond, but my lips feel trapped in place. How long have I been stepping just where she’s directed? I feel so strange, so confused. Aniela’s words echo in my mind and the sound is hard to fight off.

So much sound, and so much of me feels too confused to sort it out. She shouldn’t be able to talk to me like this. Her eyes are truly locked with mine, gazing deep, deeper than I want her eyes to be able to see. She’s in room five twelve . . . It wouldn’t even take five minutes to get up there. How does she know our room number? Is she still inside of me? Is she still inside of Aniela?

“You’re wasting time Yana. I’d prefer it if you were punctual. Aren’t you here to stop me once and for all? Happily ever after is so soon, but you’ll miss it if you don’t hurry. I’m waiting.” She looks away from me and a jolt of cold thrusts down my spine. She looks so gorgeous lying there like an actress waiting for her cue.

When I first took the name Quillspawn I plotted how to motivate the character of Sarah LaSilvas to act just as I desired. I watched her past. I researched her. I researched her family. Every action was preplanned and scripted. If Yanuka hadn’t decided to steal my pen the story would have gone exactly as I’d planned. Sarah followed every plot twist like a winding road. She played her role wonderfully. Gazing upon Quillspawn’s turned face I can only feel that I have done the same.

The image starts to deteriorate again and I do nothing to stop it from deteriorating anew. This was a horrendous idea. No matter how well I guided Sarah I never could have gotten her into a specific room number - unless of course I inked the woman handing out the keys. Her pupils didn’t look wet but I was too concerned with Aniela to pay close attention.

Aniela catches me as I start to fall back, and her hold brings me back to my senses. “Yana . . . I’ve never seen anyone look so pale, and I used to live with Dust.” Her attempt at humor makes a part of me laugh but not enough for it to be heard. We are so screwed.

“We’re in over our heads. We need to go. We need to leave, and now. We need to call Sarah and get her here - and fast. She’ll understand. She knows how dangerous Quillspawn is . . . but maybe Quillspawn is ready for that. Maybe she planned this out so we would call Sarah here so she could kill her and raise her children to serve her for some twisted scheme of revenge. Maybe we’re supposed to flee now that we know how prepared she is, and we flee right into a puddle of ink, or-“ Before I can finish another word Aniela’s hand raises, surrounds itself in shadow, and slaps hard across my cheek.

“Calm down!” My face stings, but her piercing glare stings more. “You need to calm down, Yana. We can do this. Quillspawn is just trying to make us scared. She’s always been overconfident, and you know that. You have a plan, remember? You wanted her to lure us to her like this so we could stop her, remember?”

She’s right, but that doesn’t make me feel better. My plan could still work but something feels wrong. I may not have Quillspawn’s ink in my blood anymore, but I have the blood of a writer all the same. The feeling in my gut is like hair rising before thunder, only instead of thunder it’s a nasty plot twist. My plan was a bad one. We need to get out of here now. If we don’t it’s just a matter of us putting our plan against hers and hoping to come out on top. We can’t afford to take risks that stupid.

Nodding, I relax against her, softly kissing her cheek. “You’re right, Aniela. I did have a plan. I did want her to do this, but now I want to run. This was foolhardy. We need to leave and now.”

“I understand.” Aniela smiles as I gaze into her gorgeous dark eyes. It’s hard to tell if they’re black or just a very dark blue, but they look gorgeous all the same. They aren’t dark like ink, but they’re still so darkly soothing. The darkness of her eyes begins to shift, and my gut lurches again. “But we have to do this.”

Her shadow reaches out from her eyes and I don’t even manage a gasp before it consumes me.

This isn’t at all like before. I want it to be, but it isn’t. This time I’m struggling but she isn’t letting me up. Her shadow pins me down inside of my own mind and penetrates into my thoughts. All I want to do is run and she keeps me tied down, supine and vulnerable. She’s filing the places that make my decisions, and I feel those parts of my mind all too eager to let her in.

I knew if she wanted there was nothing I could do to resist her, but I didn’t imagine she would prove me right. She knows my mind so well after such little time inside, and my mind is already far too used to her presence. She feels like she belongs and I can’t convince myself otherwise.

Even knowing that’s bad news, I can’t change my mind because she’s already changing it for me. I try to hold on to how my mind feels right now, to scribble notes in the margins as her shadows cover passages and blur others, but she feels my resistance and it fades as soon as she wills it. She’s far too deep inside. I can’t even remember what I wanted anymore.

It’s hard to know why I’m worried, but I know I am. Panic is the one thing I can hold on to as her shadow makes me crave to stay. I need to stay. I need to face this. I need to confront . . . her? Who do I . . .

Quillspawn! I need to stay, I need to stay and I need to confront Quillspawn. If I run from her then I’ll be running from Aniela. I need her. She’s the only woman who understands me. She’s the only woman who could ever understand me. She’s seen what I’ve seen, she’s felt what I’ve felt, and she understands.

Why am I afraid of her if she understands? Why am I so panicked at the feeling of her shadow holding me in places she never held me before? Nothing makes sense. Every moment feels like it’s being swallowed up and hidden away as the next comes.

My memory aches, feeling like a piece of paper covered with words someone’s erased and replaced too many times. It’s wearing thin and the pain makes my eyes well with tears. If she rubs any harder with her shadowy eraser it’ll tear and I don’t know what will happen. A gap torn, a whole page torn out of my thoughts, and I groan as her shadow makes it burst slickly between my legs.

“I understand.” Aniela smiles and I gaze into her gorgeous dark eyes. It’s hard to tell if they’re black or just a very dark blue, but they look gorgeous all the same. They aren’t dark like ink, but they’re still so darkly soothing. The darkness of her eyes is so calm it helps me center and focus on the now. My worry melts away the longer I stare into her eyes and soon I feel ready to take on the world. With her at my side I know we can do anything, even stop Quillspawn. “But we have to do this.”

“I know we do. We need to stop her. Even if that means the risk that we’re walking into a trap, we need to do this. We need to stop her. If we back away now who knows what more she’ll do.” She smiles a little more and I grin.

Something about her smile makes me feel so satisfied and glorious. Victory is so close I can taste it on my lips, an airy mix of sex and chocolate.

After a quick squeeze I pull away and slide on my mask. The mirror’s shadow is gone, and in its stead are Silhouette and Patina. I envy Silhouette’s quick wardrobe change. All it takes is a moment for her to change from the stunningly gorgeous Aniela to Silhouette, dark protector of the night.

She does so much more than protect . . .

“Well, what’re we waiting for? You heard the super villain. We’re missing happily ever after.” I grin, moving to lead our way to destiny. Quillspawn may be ready for us, but I’ve been hoping she would be. It’s time to see which of us deserves to be overconfident.

Room five twelve stands before us. I reach out a gloved hand to fling open the door. No locks slow our entrance, which is just how she would want it. Melodrama with widely flung doors and sharp, quick movements - the kind of actions that are more about how they look than what they accomplish. She’s always savored style that through its very nature gains purpose.

Quillspawn is still lying unmoving on the bed. Her face isn’t turned to the side anymore. Instead her eyes seem trained on the ceiling. The door closes behind me and I can feel Silhouette close behind as I stand at the foot of our adversary’s bed. “Hello, Quillspawn. It’s been too long.”

“Yes, Yana. It has. It has simply been a dreadfully long time. Every moment has felt as though it were a microcosm of eternity. Separated from you, I can taste each second in ways you would not believe. Confined to bodies with no special gifts but beauty, I can taste the fragility of mortality and the dread of sameness. Of course, my presence endows her with ink, but I had that before her.” She sighs and rests her hands over her eyes. “You couldn’t imagine how it feels, Yana. Or perhaps you do, too well.”

“You know I understand, Quillspawn.” My hand reaches behind my back, fingers curling as if to hold something that isn’t there. “You were torn from me, and since I’ve been cursed with that sameness, just as Ani-Silhouette has told me you are filled with emptiness. I’ve come to remove that burden.”

Laughter bursts from her lips, shaking all of her body with its departure. Her voice is still the same as the one we used to share and the sound clenches around my heart like cement. I never thought I’d dread the sound of my own self-satisfied laughter, especially not when it used to sound like that. I haven’t sounded that pleased with myself and doubting of others since she left me.

Under my breath I whisper meaningless sound as my fingers curl and dance behind my back. Before we left Midas I practiced this so many times, and every time it worked perfectly. Lida was a wonderful teacher for what little I desired to know.

Silhouette moves closer, to the left side of the bed, and I try not to watch her. What she plans I don’t know, but she knows how dangerous Quillspawn can be. I can put my faith in her. Are her knees shaking, ever so faintly? Are her nipples straining against her shadow? It’s hard to tell, but I almost think I can smell her musk.

“Yana, you have come for no such thing. You are here because our dear Aniela drew you here. You are here because I am sick of living a half-existence.” Quillspawn’s hands slowly pull away from her face, and her eyes lock with Silhouette’s. “That’s a good girl, Aniela. Kneel.”

Silhouette whimpers as her teeth close around her bottom lip. If her knees weren’t shaking before they most definitely are now, and there’s no mistaking her nipples as her shadow melts off of her along with the clothes she was wearing underneath. Her thighs are so slick they glisten. Her sex is pouty and flushed. My thighs clench at the sight, my teeth closing over my lip just like hers. I can see her fighting against something, struggling, her eyes rolling up into her head as her hands clench into fists.

From the bed Quillspawn only laughs harder and intensifies her gaze. Sarah cleansed Aniela of her ink - I was there! There’s no way that any was left inside of her. The ink on the road couldn’t have done it to her. None of her shadow was tainted by ink when it was inside of my mind.

Still, something is wrong. Aniela kneels, her legs spreading as her mouth falls slack and her eyes glisten with need and declining reason. Fuck.

“H . . . how?!” My concentration snaps and so does the stem of the flower that had half-formed within my grasp. “The light bearer herself . . . she purged you! You can’t do that to her anymore - Sarah saved her from you just like she saved me from you!”

“Mmm. Not quite correct.” Quillspawn slowly rises up, her borrowed dark green eyes glittering. She holds up a finger before coating it in ink, and flicking it at Aniela. Every last drop coats her lips, making her tongue hungrily reach out to pull it into her mouth. Spellbound by the sight I can’t will myself to move. “Sarah purged my presence from Silhouette, and then my grip on you. Come now, you were me once! You felt what we do. Tell me . . . Would pulling me out of her mind free her from anything I left behind . . . to draw her back?”

Aniela’s moans send shudders over my body as I stumble back in fear. Why didn’t I run? I can’t even remember. Aniela’s eyes soothed away my fear, but something is missing. I concentrate again between my fingers, mumbling under my breath. I can stop her if I can focus.

“Aureus, Mystic, Susan, Valerie, Alyssa . . . We didn’t intend to draw them back, did we? They served their purpose well enough. Sarah . . . well we could never really get a solid grip inside of her, even with gallons of ink, could we?” Her voice distracts me from my task for almost a moment, but I bite down on my lip again and struggle to quicken the magic. “When Sarah regained her sparks, and we knew it was Yanuka’s doing, we were sure I was doomed . . . but we were wrong.

“Yanuka had a purpose for me - she wanted me to help her overthrow the Nesatealia. She was stronger than me, and had so much to offer me. How could I refuse? It gave me fulfillment when all I had was one inkling’s body unused to so much of my essence inside. Her mind was crumbling around me, and she led Aniela right to me.” I just need to focus a little longer, but it’s so hard to do as she stands.

I take a step back and breathe a sigh of relief around my mumbling as I feel the stem already so strong. Soon the petals will be finished. Then I’ll be able to stop her.

“So I accepted her offer, and Silhouette’s body. Her mind however, unlike our inkling, could handle my essence. Her shadows were so deep and hid things from even she. There was so much in her mind we hadn’t taken the time to taste before. Once inside, I began to plan a contingency. This time, if I were to be stripped from my vessel, she would aid me. I rewrote such deep portions of her mind.

“I didn’t simply take control and write a layer of ink over her as we used to do, thinking that was a true revision. No . . . I filled her mind with divine words. I filled her with just the right words to use, to draw you to me. I filled her with obedience. I filled her with so much it would take me years to express it verbally. I made her not just a vessel for my essence, but a priestess dedicated to my will.

“There’s an Aniela under her shadow and my ink, but it would take even Sarah effort to find it. Now, you are here, you and her. You’ve fallen in love with her, and she with you. Now I can retake my place, and we can begin work on our greatest story yet.” It’s almost finished, both her ranting and my flower. Tears make it hard to see and they won’t blink away. I should have known that if my powers and my darker desires were separated from me they would learn new tricks. I should have known she would evolve so much faster than I would, especially holed away in a mental hospital.

Finally the daffodil becomes reality, and I thrust it up to her nose. “Sorry, Quillspawn. That’s one story I’ll be writing with Aniela myself. Remember this old trick? I’m not pulling the punch like our mother did. This time all of your ink is going away. Goodbye.”

Her dark lips curl into a grin, and her arms wrap tightly around me as she inhales audibly. She shakes against me and groans, eyes rolling up into her head as her arms only pull me tighter.

I’ve made a horrible mistake.

Just like I drew my ink out of The Poetess and The Pen when they failed me, every dark outline lightens as the flower draws out hers. She moans louder as the flower slowly darkens, becoming heavy as it fills. It feels like a microcosm of eternity, but it only takes a moment. When the stem begins to darken I realize just what my mistake was.

Our mother didn’t destroy Sarah’s sparks - she kept them. The flower drew out Sarah’s silver, but those sparks weren’t alive like Quillspawn. Not just ink, Quillspawn grew a consciousness. The flower Sarah used on me must have been different. I’ve played right into her hand.

The ink begins to flow over my fingers before I can cast the daffodil away, and by then it’s already too late. Her lips no longer black, the green eyed woman falls back onto the bed. Ink pulls the flower back into my hand as it pulls itself back inside of me. I fall onto my back in the desperate struggle to tear away, finding it futile as my back meets the carpet and my eyes the ceiling. She knew I would try to draw her out. She wanted it. Aniela even warned me Quillspawn wanted me back whether she used so many words or not.

I can feel her tingling over my scalp as the daffodil regains its light shade. There’s such little ink left outside of me, and so much ink weighing me down. I feel almost waterlogged, only the ink is so much heavier than water.

Before, we were one. There was no line blurring us. Whatever split us apart caused that rift, and now I can feel that rift dissolving again as she sinks into my pores. Goddess, yes, I feel like myself again! My toes curl with the sensation as she melts in past my lips and sinks down into my body. I can feel her power, her ambition, her desire, her scheming and plotting nature fusing anew with mine as if it never left.

How could I act as if I wanted to get better? How could I even pretend I felt guilt? Everything I did, I savored! Every evil act, every dark seduction, I savored it more deeply than any other feeling.

I wrote stories inside of women’s minds and made them drip everything else out between their legs. The only reason I was stopped was overconfidence. I’ve tasted defeat and now I know just how fragile power really is. I’ve tasted the low of condemnation and the high of once again nearly having a grip on the very world itself. I can feel Yana yielding her falsely reclaimed purity as her thighs spread wide. Goddess I missed feeling ink drip over her clit. I missed feeling ink drip over my clit. No other body feels right.

Silhouette’s skin was lovely, and Mourning Frost had wonderful hands, but even they were wrong. This is where I was born. This is who I am. Being torn away from this reflection was a deeper horror than what I felt before our reunion.

Yana . . . Quillspawn . . . There’s no line anymore. We are both Yana and Quillspawn again, only there’s no ‘we’. There is only I. I am Quillspawn. I am Yana. I am the writer and the story. I am the last Nesatealia not neutralized by the failure of Red or Yanuka. The moon did not rise red, but the world will yet drip black even if it takes me years to find just the right way to eliminate the one threat to my power.

I resist the urge to let my ink dye my hair. That would make my return far too obvious. Oh I would love to let it flow black, to again sink my slick creative talons into the minds of everyone Sarah holds dear, but now she is even stronger than she was before. If I made even one mistake she would be able to burn me away - this time perhaps forever. I can’t count on my creative solution with Silhouette to work twice. A coward dies a thousand deaths and even I can be cleansed away by Sarah’s light a million times. If anyone can find the one way to eliminate the protection of cowardice, I know it is Sarah.

Oh, to feel the right nerves responding as I run my hands over my own body! It’s such a simple pleasure, one I took for granted even as I craved it. One pinch is all it takes to convince me I’m not dreaming. So many dreams of feeling my power inside of me again, of waking up as Yana Ritter, and this isn’t one of them! Even the part of me who genuinely was thankful for a chance to change feels sickened by those memories.

My mind feels right again, and so does my body. Finally, a mind where no defenses even try to struggle against me. Finally, a body that shudders properly when nails rake over my hips.

“Yan . . . Yana . . .? Patina? Quillspawn, she, she’s gone? You defeated her?” A fearful voice breaks my inner monologue and I greet it with a satisfied laugh. Pallas, I’m whole! “Oh Yana . . . I didn’t even know she’d done that to me before she said it! I didn’t remember any of it! I was sure I was fine, clean, safe. I’m so sorry I put you in danger, but now, now we can go?”

She must not be able to taste the ink still mingled with her saliva. I can certainly taste her body mingled with my ink. I can taste the short space between her tongue and her brain, and it makes my cunt spasm. Oh, the irony in her words.

Once I’m done fixing up Silhouette I can write over the green eyed woman’s memories. She isn’t important. She was only a journal of sorts, a notebook to hold important information before it could be properly transcribed. Now that all of the notes have been converted into a masterpiece, the empty notebook is no longer essential.

“Yes, Aniela. She is gone. Come here, please? I landed wrong, not sure I want to move yet.” Without responding she crawls closer and straddles my hips. Sadly, she is once again wearing her shadow. That won’t be for long. “Aniela . . . Silhouette . . . You know I love you, don’t you?”

Wordlessly she nods, leaning down to press her lips into mine. Hers eyes close, but mine stay open to watch her body shudder as ink melts from my lips into her mind. I savor the sight and the feeling of control as at my command her shadow once again tears away. She doesn’t even struggle as I pull her down against me and rake my nails down her back. She only kisses me harder.

I love her, and a lover only wants to make life the best for her special one. She could be the lover of the woman who rewrote the world, but Aniela as she is would resist assisting such a plot. We’ll need to fix that.

Sadly, wonderful as she is, Aniela is still a rough draft.

A rewrite here, a spilled vial of ink there, and Aniela’s mind will be perfect. Then all we’ll need is time, something we have so very much of. Then she’ll truly understand me - all of me - and not just the parts that were weak and helpless. She’ll understand why even as I craved to retake my body I had to delay so I could retain it forever. She’ll understand why she needs to be made to think so very differently before she can think for herself again.

Ah, there it is . . . happily ever after, right on time, just as I said it would be.