The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jessie sighed, then relaxed as much as she could, slowly lifting her cuffed wrist to her face. The bracelet still clutched her wrist tightly, but the key that had opened the other cuff was in its lock.

Still floating a bit, and quivering inside, her thighs cool and sticky with her own recent release, she used her free hand to unlock it, and drop the handcuffs to the floor. Knowing she’d have to loosen her gag, or gags, before she could reach her ankle cuffs, she struggled to do just that. Reaching up and around the pole with arms that felt like cooked spaghetti, Jessie fumbled with the knots until they were finally untied.

After that, and though it took a bit of time, Jessie pulled the scarves from her mouth, sank down, and managed to free her legs.

She wasn’t free from her thoughts though, or questions, or desire to know the truth of things. As she stumbled to her feet and headed for another needed shower, she couldn’t help but think that “tonight was the night”, and that her thrice-visitor had felt the same thing.

Thus, when she was finally dressed, and had made her way to the Haven garage and climbed on her bike, she wasn’t distracted at all. No, not this time.

This time she’d honed her mind and senses to a razor’s edge, determined to be ready for any action, event, or memory that might come her way and help her finally sort all this out.

Nothing much happened for the first hour... no new revelations and no crimefighting... just her, Glider Gal, cruising the streets of the city with her electric motorcycle set on whisper mode, listening for police calls and communications from Haven dispatch.

The next two hours were busier, even though all the action involved during that time took place within the space of about 30 seconds.

She’d rounded the corner onto Meadowlark Avenue, and run smack dab into another drug deal. Only a little ways in front of her, she’d gunned the bike as the buyers and seller took off in all directions. Her interest strictly in the dealer, she’d jumped the curb with her bike and run him to ground, almost literally. As she’d caught up to him, she’d kicked out her left leg and crashed him into a wall, where he’d crumpled like a rag doll.

Jessie had spun around and returned. She hadn’t even needed to rush, as her perp was obviously unconscious where he lay sprawled out on the pavement. All she’d needed to do was slap the cuffs on him... the ones she’d returned to her utility belt... then radio it in to the police.

She’d done that, then had to wait for them to arrive, along with the paramedics (even though the man was awake and alert by the time they’d arrived), and file a preliminary report with the officers.

She’d done all that, too, and reported everything that had happened back to the Haven... no muss, no fuss.

Finally, after all that was completed to everyone’s satisfaction, she got to take off and continue her nightly patrol.

Thus, it was just after midnight when she heard the radio call from her home base that Jessie, or any heroine ever really wanted to hear, especially from the mouth of Crimson Jewel. If she got on the radio, it could only mean trouble... big trouble.

“All Haven personnel, attention! Swansong is in trouble... the Mackenzie Building, Adler and 5th. She was chasing NightBytch into that building, even though she’d been told to wait, and now her radio is off the air, with no report from her at all for the past five minutes. We can only assume the worst, so any and all units not already on the way, get there, and I mean five minutes ago!”

For a brief moment Jessie mentally froze. NightBytch... that name. NightBytch... it sent shivers down her spine, both anger and fear assailing her in waves, waves she couldn’t understand.

Is this it? Is this the big reveal? she thought, before punching her mic button and calling in, “Glider Gal here. I’m two minutes from the Mackenzie, and on my way!”

She was only partially surprised when Crimson Jewel radioed her back, “Okay, GG, but wait for backup. You shouldn’t try to take NightBytch by yourself. Over....”

Her bike on full whine now, throttle twisted to the max, Jessie hollered back, “Why not? She’s not a super, just slightly enhanced. I’m closest, and I’m not hesitating for a second, I don’t care what I don’t remember. Glider Gal, over and out!”

Then she shut off her radio, skidding around the corner, the main entrance to the 20-story Mackenzie Building only a block away already. There was something about the Mackenzie Building hammering at her brain, too.

She arrived and stopped, simply dumping her bike on the road before racing up the stairs and inside.

Trusting her instincts, or perhaps the snatches of her returning memories, she didn’t look around, didn’t start a search of the offices she was running past. Instead, she headed straight for the elevators, happy to get one instantly, and jumped inside it. Almost without thought, she punched “20” and headed up. With every number that lit on the board, she became more and more certain she’d been here before, had done all of this before.

Or at least something very much like this, both the fear and the anger hammering at her even harder now.

With the building empty this late, Jessie got an express ride to the top. When the elevator doors slid open, she stepped out, turned right, and once more raced down the hall. When she arrived at the office at the end of it, she did even stop to try its door.

Knowing every second might count, she simply kicked it in, pulling her battle baton off her belt at the same time.

The lights in the office’s large waiting room were on, and there were two women inside.

The first, all dressed in black leather, was sitting there on the edge of a desk, looking at her with wide eyes, first in surprise, then in anger, and then with apparent... amusement.

Off to her left, lying on the floor in her orange and blue catsuit, her wrists bound behind her, her legs pinned together with duct tape, was Swansong. Jessie knew it was her because of the situation and her outfit, though, and not because she could see her fellow heroine’s face.

That was because there was a small, white plastic bag enveloping her entire head, cinched tight around her throat with more duct tape. The bag was billowing in and out quite quickly, while Swansong writhed weakly on her stomach, panting and moaning softly. Jessie was certain she must be gagged under that bag, as otherwise, she’d be using her sonic powers to tear it to shreds.

One other thing was certain... her friend was going to be dead very shortly unless Jessie did something about it!

Turning back to NightBytch, who was openly laughing now, Jessie found her growing anger taking the lead, preparing her to attack.

“So nice to see you again, sweetie,” NightBytch said before Jessie could move. “One would have thought you’d had your fill of me.”

Again? She knew the black-clad villainess by reputation, yes... cruel, ruthless, physically enhanced to point of being stronger and faster than almost any man; she’d practically run the last prison she’d been thrown into... but again?

Then it hit Jessie like a blow between the eyes. Yes, it was “again”.

Just over two weeks ago, in fact—she’d been right here in this office, battling the bitch, barely holding her own before the ex-con had made a dash for the roof. The battle had continued there—her and NightBytch and... someone else. At some point in their hand-to-hand struggle, NightBytch had managed to give her a hard shove. Already almost exhausted, Jessie remembered stumbling, her foot hitting some piping near the roof edge, and... and....

She’d fallen over the side.

Only her incredible reflexes had saved her. She’d yanked out, and flipped, her grappling hook onto the roof as she tumbled off it. It had opened automatically as she’d plunged toward the sidewalk below, catching that same pipe that had tripped her. It had grabbed, and held, along with the line attached to her belt. Together, they’d managed to bring her descent to a near-backbreaking stop.

As Jessie’s mind and thoughts lurched back to the here-and-now, she was stunned to find NightBytch already standing and holding a tube to her mouth, blowing into it, and something shooting toward her. If she’d been concentrating, she might have had time to move... but as it was...?

She thought she saw the feathered dart as it raced through the air, but only saw it clearly when something unbelievable happened.

The pale hands were back.

And one of them, its palm facing the criminal, had blocked the flight of the dart, stopping it dead, its long needle pushed completely through that floating hand, while both she and NightBytch looked on in stunned disbelief.

Almost instantly, though, the hands were gone, the deadly looking dart simply dropping straight down onto the carpet.

“Who the fuck do you have helping you now, Glider Freak?” NightBytch yelled.

Helping me now? Again?

Jessie suddenly realized the third person in the office and on the roof that night had been helping her, and had fought for her, too.

It was then, finally, that all her hypnotically repressed memories came firing back into her mind. She remembered them completely now, almost as if everything were happening all over again....

She was dangling there next to the building, trying to catch her breath, her body bruised and aching. She managed to look up, only to see the legs of her friend, and sometimes crimefighting partner, Danger Lass, kicking uselessly in the air. And then, as best she could tell, NightBytch was tossing her over the side, too.

Danger Lass managed to grab NightBytch’s wrist as she was thrown, however, which kept her from sailing out and away from the building to the concrete, below. Instead, she was falling straight down toward Jessie. Using all her gymnastic skills, though, she managed to twist in mid-air, snag the rope with a hand, and yank herself to a stop... ten feet above her.

Then, NightBytch was back, staring over the edge of the roof, laughing at them.

“Ho, ho... looks like I’ve managed to snag a couple of game fish. I’ll tell you what,” she yelled down, holding up a long, military knife for both of them to see. “To show you what a true sportswoman I am, I’ll give you half a chance. Instead of cutting your rope straight through, I’ll only cut it halfway or so; that should give you a couple of minutes, maybe, to try to climb back up before it breaks. How’s that?”

Neither heroine said anything, knowing their chances of making it out of this situation were slim at best. A few seconds passed before NightBytch returned, calling down to them....

“Well, maybe a minute or two, as I cut a little deeper than I wanted. Sorry about that, girls, and sorry about winning and running. It was fun, but hopefully you now both realize you were messing with the wrong bitch tonight. Ta-ta, and happy landings!”

And then she was gone.

Jessie called up to Danger Lass, “Jill! Hurry! Maybe you can make it if you go quickly!”

But her friend, Jill, simply shook her head, smiling down at her, and said, “I can’t make it at all, Jessie. My other arm, my shoulder, is completely dislocated. I was lucky to even grab the rope, and I can barely hold on here. And holding on isn’t good enough, not now... we have to climb.

“I can’t climb, I know that. But maybe you can make it, if I can buy you a bit more time.”

“What are you talking about, Jill?” Jessie asked, even though she already knew the answer.

“There’s no time, hon. We both know she did cut the rope, and it’s not going to last trying to hold both our weights. We had a great run, and tons of fun, you and I. Please remember that, Jesse, and know that I’ll always be with you, somehow.”

“Jill... nooo!”

But it was too late. Jill had let go of the rope, pushed off the wall, and was flying away from the building... out and over Jessie’s straining, reaching arms.

“Noo, goddamit... noo!”

She’d hung there, screaming both inside and out, refusing to look down. Then it dawned on her that her friend’s magnificent sacrifice would be for naught if she didn’t use it to save herself.

So, her arms, legs, and body still feeling so weak and battered from her long fight with NightBytch, Jessie climbed that thin rope as best she could, struggling madly to make it back to the roof before it was too late.

She almost made it, too.

Still, two feet below the cement edge of the building, the grappling rope had snapped, and she started to fall. She was relieved in a way, knowing she’d land next to Jill, the two of them dying in a manner befitting all heroines... fighting the forces of evil for the good of all.

She didn’t die though... she didn’t even fall that far. No, after a second or so, her downward flight had come to a slamming stop as Venturi, swooping down through the night air, grabbed her, and managed to bring the two of them to a safe landing in the small park right next to the Mackenzie.

Once more, distracted by the power, and the despair, of her returning memories, Jessie wasn’t ready for NightBytch’s sudden, accelerated move. Before she could do anything to stop it, NightBytch was behind her, clutching Jessie’s torso with her left hand, her right holding that same knife in front of Jessie’s chest.

“It’s been fun, Glider Dyke, but it’s time to end this,” she was whispering.

The blade was just starting to move, when Jessie, her own left arm pinned to her side, snapped her right hand out and stopped its approach. Using her anger, fear, and desperation, she managed to resist NightBytch’s far superior strength. It would be only a matter of a few seconds before adrenaline would not be enough, though.

As raw power started to win out, however, and the knife began to press toward Jessie’s heart, the hands... those confusing, amazing, wonderful hands... were suddenly back, clenching NightBytch’s right wrist and pulling her arm, and the knife, away from Jessie’s body.

“What the hell?” Jessie heard in her ear.

Now it was her turn to use the other’s distraction to her advantage, gripping NightBytch’s left thumb in her hand and bending it back wildly. As her assailant’s arm came free of her belly, Jessie stepped away from her to the side, spun nearly 360 degrees, and delivered a vicious chop to the back of NightBytch’s neck.

Such was the force and speed of her blow that it probably would’ve killed a normal woman. In this case, it was certainly enough to knock NightBytch unconscious.

It did, and the stunned villainess began to fall forward.

Jessie, for her part, could only stand there and watch as those white hands held the blade, still wrapped in NightBytch’s hand, steady, and now pointing toward NightBytch’s chest as the evil criminal fell face first onto the floor with a sickening thud....

Gasping and feeling as if she might vomit, Jessie watched as NightBytch arched twice, then lay still on the floor. She watched as those hands reappeared, the index fingers of both pointing toward Jessie’s left.

“Oh fuck... Swansong!” Jessie yelled, instantly racing over to the bound superheroine, quickly turning her over, and ripping and tearing at the plastic bag covering her face. It pulled away easily, leaving Swansong’s red, gasping, ballgagged face and wild eyes exposed to the room.

“Breathe... you’re safe now; I’ve got you, Swansong. Just breathe,” Jessie crooned as she held the bound woman’s head in her lap, gently stroking the sweating hair off her face. “Here… let me get that gag out of your mouth.”

Jessie found she couldn’t, though, as the strap ends were padlocked together. “I’m going to have to cut it off, hon... sorry. Let me get my utility knife out.”

As she reached for it, still staring at Swansong’s face, trying to look calm and reassuring, she saw her helpless friend’s body seeming to light up, and her eyes going very wide over her flared, still-panting nostrils.

She whipped her head around, back toward where she’d been, determined not to let NightBytch catch her unawares again.

But the evil criminal was still lying there, now in a small puddle of her own blood, her body still humped over her own knife.

Beside her, though, standing there in a white, diffuse light, was a naked, glowing woman, a woman that Jessie certainly knew, and knew so very well....

“Jill,” she whispered. “Oh my god, Jill. You’re not dead!”

Jill put her head back and laughed, the lyrical sound of that reaching Jessie’s ears, startling her. No need for a cellphone now, it appeared.

Her laughter settling down to just the occasional giggle, Jill said, “Of course I’m dead, silly. You held me in your arms on the pavement, closed my eyes with your fingers, and were one of my pallbearers. I’m most definitely dead now.”

“But... but how... why? It was you with me in my apartment! I remember everything now... no one could make me feel the things you did, could turn me on the way you always could. It had to be you!”

“It had to be you... that would make a good song title,” Jill said, then giggled again. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. But look... I don’t know exactly what’s been happening here, or why, myself. I only know that I didn’t pass on to... to... the other side the way almost everyone else does. No, I was left here, actually wanting to stay here for a while longer, to see after you, to somehow make things easier and less painful for you. Every time you thought about me you were hurting so bad.”

Jill looked down and to her left, waving her hand at their dead enemy.

“And perhaps part of why I had to stay behind is to protect you from her, and to see that a bit of justice was done.”

Jessie could only nod, idling stroking Swansong’s hair without even looking at her. “Yes, I guess this is justice... and eye for an eye to the nth degree.”

Jill turned back to the two women on the floor. “I’m not entirely happy about how this ended, you know. It feels like some sort of closure, but we’re not about seeing anyone killed. Still, somehow, it sorta feels like this was meant to be.” Then she smiled again and said, “Hi, Swansong! Sorry for the confusion and the strangeness of all this, but it’s not like I’m actually in much control of what’s happening.”

As Swansong grunted into her gag, and Jessie could feel a shiver pass through her still-bound fellow heroine, she couldn’t help but ask, her voice barely above a whisper, “So what happens next... do you know?”

Jill nodded. “I had a sense about this when we were together earlier tonight, Jessie, and all this,” she said, spreading her arms wide, “seems to be the culmination of why I didn’t pass on. I feel the tugging of, well... completion now, and that it’s time for me to go.”

It was Jessie’s turn to nod, as somehow she’d been expecting that exact response. So, it was “all the time in the world” shrunk down to just a few more minutes, or seconds.

“I’m so sorry you died, Jill,” she blurted out, not really knowing what to say, but knowing what she was feeling. “I’m so sorry that I couldn’t save you, and that you died saving me!”

Jill’s smile softened, but didn’t disappear. “I knew you felt guilty, and that’s why you’ve been so miserable since I died. I know you’ve been so lost and upset that Crimson Jewel felt she had to hide the memories of me, of NightBytch, and of the night I died, away from you.

“But things like this happen in our line of work... you know that. We both know you would have given your life for me if things had been reversed. So please, don’t feel guilty that the flip of the coin that night came up ‘Jill’. Your guilt makes me feel quite bad, and you don’t want me to go away for good feeling bad, do you?” Jill finished with a grin.

“Of course not. But it’s hard not to feel guilty.”

“I know that, but please know the cliché is true, that I’m heading for a good place, for a better place. I’m feeling almost beyond happy, Jessie, so please work on that guilt thing, as there’s no reason for you to feel so bad.

“Remember... there is no guilt; there is only fate. Dying was mine. Living is yours.

“And us being together, both before and after I died, was ours. Don’t let anyone ever take our fate away from you again, Jessie.”

“I won’t, Jill,” Jessie whispered. “I promise.”

“Outstanding! That settles it then,” Jill said, clapping her hands together and looking so pleased. “You won’t feel guilty anymore, and you’ll remember me with only peace, happiness, and, um... lust in your heart. Mustn’t forget the lust!”

Jessie had to laugh at that. It even felt as if Swansong were laughing.

I believe Jill. I believe she’s going to a better place, and is very happy for that, Jessie thought. It’s only right that I send her off letting her see me feeling and acting better, more like my old self.

And it wouldn’t be an act, either. In spite of being partly responsible for the death of another human being... even one as evil and cruel as NightBytch... Jessie did feel better, about everything.

“It’s not as if we were truly lovers, either, Jessie,” Jill was continuing, the light around her getting even brighter. “We were dear friends and intense sexual partners, and that was all, and that was enough. When I found I could materialize at least my hands, and seeing what you were going through, I thought I’d use that to help you remember the hottest parts of our relationship. So, I reenacted them, thinking that way, when your full memories came back, they’d be the good ones first, to help you deal with the bad ones later.

“I never thought we’d have a face-to-face like this, though.”

“God, me either, Jill. But I think we’re starting to scandalize poor Swansong here. I don’t know if she ever knew we were having wild, bondage-filled, lesbian sex while you were still alive, much less recently.”

She looked back and down at Swansong, seeing her trying to smile around her gag and rolling her eyes.

“Okay, okay... so we’re not scandalizing her. Selfishly speaking though, and seeing how you want me feel better, how can I ever be happy with anyone else? Who will I ever find that makes me feel as good, in all ways, as you did?”

Jill laughed, her body seeming to fade a little even as the light grew brighter. “There’s always hope... there will always be other possibilities. Perhaps even Crimson Jewel.”

“Clarissa? What makes you think that? She’s never said anything, and she’s six years older than I am.”

“What’s age got to do with it? You don’t know it, but I was around and watching as she hypnotized you to forget everything that was making you hurt so bad. Did you know that while you were in trance and discussing some of what we used to do together, that you were fingering your pussy under your catsuit and mauling your own big breasts?”

“Oh my god, I don’t remember that at all!”

“I didn’t think so, Jessie. But you did, and you came twice in front of her, too.”

“Lord! She must have thought I was some awful, slutty thing.”

“Relax, sweetie... it was great... an incredibly erotic display. But I hung around, and just between you and me and, well... Swansong, I know that Clarissa ended up in her shower afterwards, teasing and working her wet, soapy body, whispering things like, ‘I could tie you up and make you cum, too, Jessie’. That was right before she came.”

Jessie couldn’t help but blush at that, imagining herself on Clarissa’s sofa masturbating herself, then Clarissa doing the same in her shower because of her. She couldn’t help the deep, sexual shiver that filled her inside, either.

“I watched her, Jess, and finally realized something. None of our crew understands the pressure she’s under, the guilt she feels when something happens to one of us because she’s sent us out into harm’s way. Not only that, but your pain afterwards hurt her even more.

“So go to her, sweetie. Somehow, let her know about what we’ve done the past few days, what happened tonight. And don’t be afraid to tell her that you know what I saw in her bathroom. You might be surprised how she responds to that. Whatever you decide, just be there for her and give her the pleasure of being there for you, again.”

“Yes, Jill, if that’s what you want.”

“I do. But it’s what you want, too. Remember, I know you almost as well as you know yourself.” Jill stuck out her tongue, then laughed.

“Well... knew me,” Jessie replied, trying to keep smiling, trying to keep things light despite what she was seeing and really feeling. “You’re starting to fade, Jill. Are you going now?”

Her friend nodded, looking so good and so… eager. “Uh-huh. And it feels wonderful, Jessie... so wonderful. But listen… remember all the good... forget all the bad, and know that we’ll see each other again.”

“I... I will. I promise!”

Jill was fading away faster now, the radiant, white light so bright Jessie could barely look at it anymore.

“I sense... I know somehow... that time has no meaning where I’m going. So let me just say, in, well... passing...,” Jill smiled so wide, even as her body and voice melted away, “I’ll see you in a minute, Jessie.

“Love you, please be well and happy, and bye for noooww....”

“I love you, too, Jill!” Jessie cried out.

But the light was gone, and so was Danger Lass.

Jessie blinked twice, then slowly turned her face back to Swansong, who stared back at her with tears in her eyes.

“Don’t cry, honey... everything’s okay. Here, let me get my knife and finally get you out of that thing.”

Surprising herself, Jessie even managed to cut the strap and remove the ballgag before she finally began to sob, too.