The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Light and Shadows V: Shadowed Past, Brighter Future

by J. Darksong

1.)

“So... how about this?”

“Ooohhhh... mmmm... yes, I really like that,” Jessica cooed softly, spreading her thighs even wider, inviting me to explore her soft pink wetness at my leisure. I grinned wickedly, licking my lips, tasting her on them, as I delved back in again. Her breathing caught as my tongue slid devilishly around and over her tender little nub, and I smiled even wider. I was still trying to reproduce that thing that Nebby had used on us earlier that made you cum so hard you saw stars... but I just couldn’t quite seem to find the rhythm.

Luckily my girlfriend was eager to let me practice the technique to perfection.

“OOHHH! OHHH SHIT!” Jessica gasped suddenly, clenching, legs surging upwards to wrap tightly around my head. “Gaawwwdddess... fuck...” she panted as I began nibbling playfully on her inner thighs, teasing her, “whatever you just did... do it again... that same way... and don’t stop...”

“Your wish is my command,” I joked, trying to remember what I’d just done. It was kind of hard to concentrate on the task at hand, getting Jess off to an explosive climax, and resisting the urge to bring myself off as well. The lust in her voice was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the thrill I got from pleasuring her this way drove my own libido into the stratosphere. I wasn’t sure why it turned me on so much, I just knew it did. And, anyway, it wasn’t as if she didn’t reciprocate in spades.

“OOOOHH! KATIE! OH! OH! GODDESS! YES!” Jess began keening, the pressure around my head increasing by the second, signaling that I’d finally mastered Sylvie’s toe-curling technique. One final pass... and Jess tumbled headlong into the abyss, cumming her adorable sweet brains out. Unable to resist, my fingers slipped deftly into my own wet dripping snatch, sending me along for the ride as well. Recovering before she did, I managed to pry her legs apart, and slip out from between her legs. A quick glance down at her feet confirmed that, yes, her toes were curled. Mission accomplished!

Not bad, Katie girl. I may have come into the game a lot later than most, but at least I’m a quick study.

“Mmmm... thank you, Katiecat,” she murmured softly, slithering down to give me a powerful passionate kiss, not at all minding the taste of herself on my lips. I gasped, then shuddered, my ‘nickname’ still carrying way too much power, sending sparkles and rainbows shooting through my brain, driving out everything but thoughts of submissive pleasure and animalistic need. Jessica felt me shudder, and her eyes glinted wickedly, as she slid a hand deftly down between my thighs. “Did you enjoy that, Katiecat,” she whispered into my ear, holding me tight as I shuddered again from the spike in arousal. “Did you enjoy serving me that way? So focused on my pleasure... and mine alone.” I mewled softly, back arching, purring in an entirely soft kitten-like way. Ah, but Mistress Jess would be remiss if she didn’t give her Katiecat the exact same treatment.“

Before I even knew what was happening, I was stretched out on the bed, spread eagled, with my lover straddling me, teasing this little kitty’s pussy. “Now. Katiecat” she whispered, “to make this really really special, you’re going to have to submit to Mistress Jessica, and obey me like a good little kitty girl.” Grabbing my wrist, she pressed them down hard against the mattress. “Your wrists are immobile, Katiecat,” she said with a grin, “tied tightly with the strongest of unbreakable ropes.” I moaned, softly, hands clenching, as her words became my entire world. She release my hands, sliding down to my ankles, and despite my very real struggles, I couldn’t moves my wrists an inch! “And now your ankles as well,” she added, spreading my legs wide apart for easy access. My toes wiggled, clenched and spread as I struggled again, in vain, to move.

“And now, my purrrrfect little Katiecat,” she cooed, nearly sending my arousal through the roof, “no matter how good it feels, no matter how wonderful Mistress Jessica makes you feel, you absolutely, positively, cannot cum until I give you permission!” My eyes widened in shock as her words twisted the tumblers in my mind, locking away that control behind heavy vault doors beyond my reach. Had I been myself, I would have protested that, calling it taking unfair advantage of me this way. In my dazed, horny, scattered frame of mind, all I could do was mewl and groan and moan my need, thrusting lightly with my hips, hoping my nice Mistress would pet her sweet soft pussy and make her purr.

And did I purr! As it turned out, Sylvia and Jess had compared notes some time when I wasn’t around, and my adorable but EVIL cousin had given my sweetheart love a few pointers on just how to have me eating out of her hand. As well as other places. By the time Jessica finally let me cum, I was so off the walls insane with lust I would have promised her the moon and then some. And when I finally came down from that epic orgasm, and held my lover tightly in my arms, I fell in love with her all over again.

Leaning back against her, snuggling, I heard the familiar chirp of my cell phone going off. Groaning softly, I reached over and grabbed it from the nightstand, answering on the third ring. “Hi mom. What’s going on?”

“Hi, Katie. Sorry to bother you. I hope I’m not interrupting?”

Which only made me blush a deep scarlet. Interrupting something? Not at the moment, mom. Luckily, you just managed to time your call to the exact moment we were done. I half wondered whether she actually knew we’d just finished, or if it was just dumb luck. After all, she DOES have that whole ‘mystical seer’ mojo where she can track a specific person by their lifeline, or thread, or whatever.

That brought up thoughts of my mom watching Jess and I together. Which only made things even more weird, as my twisted little brain immediately went to her getting some kind of voyeuristic thrill at watching us have sex... which degraded into rampant half-formed thoughts and images of my mom joining us, touching, stroking, caressing, kissing... doing all sorts of un-Motherly things to her very naughty and twisted daughter—

“Hello? Katie, dear? Are you still there?”

“Ahhh... um... sorry, Mom.” I replied hastily, trying to cover the soft moan that nearly escaped my lips with a fake cough. Shit! What the hell is WRONG with me? Dammit, Katie! Get your mind out of the goddamn gutter! “Sorry. Something in my throat... you were saying?“

“I was asking if you’d heard from Aurora or Sylvia lately? I haven’t been able to reach either of them at any of their contact numbers. I still haven’t had the chance to tell them what I found out about Sarah.”

Sylvia. Ahh... that explains that little brain fart a moment ago. I still must have a bit of Nebby’s feelings about my mom stuck in my head from that ‘Vulcan mind-meld’ when we were captured by Dream Queen a few days ago. Guess the effects are longer lasting than we thought. Hmmm... wonder if SHE is having any fantasies about being Nikki’s pet kitty?

All thoughts of levity left, however, as Mom spoke to Dad about something just out of earshot. They argued briefly about something, but the only part of the conversation I could hear clearly was my dad saying “...of course I’m positive. I checked it three times...” I was just starting to get concerned when mom came back on the line.

“Sorry, sweetie, I just spoke to your dad. I, um... have some bad news. When I couldn’t contact either girl, I tried following their threads, to see if I could locate them. I couldn’t find either of them. I was concerned, but not too worried, since my control is a lot shakier outside of Yggsidril.” She sighed deeply. “On a hunch, I had your dad check his satellite tracking system instead.” She paused for a moment, as if trying to find the right words, but the suspense was more than I could take.

“MOM! What is it? What are you trying to tell me?” I asked, tersely. “What happened to Sylvie and ’Rora?”

“They’re gone, Katie...” she finally replied. “Just like Sarah. There’s no trace of them anywhere in the country, on the continent, on the planet. Their unique DNA signatures lead back to Midas City, back to their home, but then just... vanish.” A cold hard knot settled into the pit of my stomach. “I’m sorry, sweetie... but it looks like whoever took Sarah has taken the girls as well. They’re both just... gone.”

* * *

Murase Sakura nodded stiffly to the US Custom’s official and she and her retinue walked through the checkpoint, entering the city airport proper. The cases she’d had shipped ahead of her were no doubt waiting at the car outside; the quarter of a million dollars she’d paid out to ensure the contents wouldn’t be searched was well worth the price. She smiled inwardly, knowing she was now within striking distance of her target. After more than three decades of living with the shame and humiliation, she would finally be able to reclaim her clan’s honor and avenge those fallen by the traitor. And she would be the one to deliver the final blow.

It was all she could do to hold in her excitement. Only her rigid discipline and training kept her from bursting out into laughter as she and her men stepped outside the airport. “Ah. America. The land of opportunity,” she said aloud, glancing around. From the little she’d seen of the city in books and TV, it seemed a normal enough town, not too different from her hometown of Kyoto. And yet, she reminded herself, River City had the third highest concentration of Supers per capita in the country, behind Midas City and New York. It made her job slightly more difficult... but then again, Sakura craved a challenge.

What use are all my skills and training without a proper chance to test them? she thought to herself as her limousine pulled up. A quick glance inside showed that her contact was there, waiting patiently, a brown leather briefcase held gently in his lap. He nodded, bowing deep enough to show proper respect for her station, then sat there silently, waiting for her to speak first. Sakura actually smiled. Her contact had apparently been properly trained. They remained in silence until the vehicle was in motion, then turning to her associate, she said simply, “Speak.“

“Yes, Murase-sama. We currently have the target under surveillance, both personal and electronic, even as we speak. As instructed, we have kept to a respectful distance, remaining undetected. She is completely unaware that she is being watched. I’ve prepared a preliminary report.” He opened the briefcase, and took out a folder, handing it to the young assassin. “The photographs were taken this morning, seven hours ago, as she left for work. We did not have the resources to plant one of our people at her company, but we can confirm she was at her office all day. And our contact near her residence confirmed her arrival back home twenty minutes ago.”

“I see. Good, very good,” she murmured, skimming through the file. She paused, pointing to another snapshot. “And this? Who are these people?”

“Ah, that is her husband and daughter,” the man replied. “The target married several years ago, and had a child.”

“Married?” Sakura mused, eyebrow raised in surprise. “And to a man? Interesting. Our Intel said that she preferred the company of the fairer sex.” A slight frown marred her lovely features. She very much disliked surprises.

“Ah, um, yes, well,” the man stammered, glancing away uncomfortably, “I’m afraid I have no data on that respect. But I assure you, Murase-sama, the target is happily married. The information on the husband is on page seven.”

Nodding simply, Sakura flipped through to the specified page and read silently for a few minutes. “You said the target arrived back home twenty minutes ago. What of the husband and daughter? Where are they?”

“They are both out of town at the moment,” the man replied. “They are expected to be away for the weekend, until at least Monday morning.”

“Ah. More the pity, It would have been interesting to test my skills against him as well,” she said with real regret. “And the daughter would have made a nice trophy, or, if needed, a valuable bargaining piece. Very well,” she stated, closing the file, handing it back to him. “I have what I need. Is everything arranged as I specified?”

“Ahhh... well,” the man started, then froze as Sakura glared at him with an icy cold stare, causing him to sweat despite the air conditioning. “T-that, is... al-almost all of the p-p-preparations have been taken c-care of, Murase-sama—”

“What do you mean almost all?” she asked, coldly, holding the hidden kunai blade from her belt tightly against the frightened man’s throat. “You dare to come to me unprepared, hoping your little presentation would distract me from your failure?“

“NO! No, no, Murase-sama! Please!” the man begged, pushing himself as far back into the leather seat as he could manage. “We did the best we could with the time we had! Please, our resources here are limited! The city is overrun with costumed vigilantes, as well as the regular police force! Please... we... I... just need a little more time...”

“More time?” Sakura replied, eyebrow raised. “You beg shamelessly for mercy and more time to correct your mistake?” She paused as if considering, then nodded once, withdrawing the blade, sliding it seamlessly back into her belt buckle. “Very well. I’ll grant you a few more hours. Truth be told, it has been a very long flight, and I’m tired.” She smiled again, a baring of teeth that held absolutely no humor. “Besides, disposing of your worthless corpse on the way to the hotel would be more trouble than it’s worth.”

The man shuddered. “Y-y-yes, Murase-sama, Thank you, Murase-sama!” Taking out his cell, he quickly dialed his cohorts and began barking orders, hoping and praying that they managed to complete the rest of the assassin’s preparations before his, and their, time ran out...

* * *

Eugene Frasier scowled, staring daggers at the display ahead of him. The urge to swing away and wail on the expensive sophisticated equipment in front of him was almost overpowering, but he managed to resist. Blasted, bloody, sodding collection of wires, screws and junk! he seethed inwardly. All the work and research and time and effort into creating the blasted thing and it still falls short of expectations. The blasted scanner was designed to find ANYONE based on their DNA, their unique bioenegry signature, and pinpoint their location to within a few feet. And aye, it does, far better than anything currently on the market. And yet... the blasted hunk of junk will show me everyone in the entire bloody world EXCEPT the very people I’m looking for!

He slammed a fist down hard against the heavy steel desktop, wincing slightly as the impact. Logically, he knew he was being unrealistic, that his scanner’s failure to find either his brother, Sarah LaSilvas, and now her daughters, was not a fault of design. Silver Girl and her daughters were very likely involved in matters of the mystical nature, and if his technology had one failing, it was its inability to cope with magic. He harrumphed at the very thought; Even after all these years and all his experiences, he still had a hard time wrapping his brain around the idea of magic. To a scientist and engineer like himself, he couldn’t accept the concept of a kind of power that defied all the rules of physics. To him, magic was simply another kind of energy manipulation, like radioactivity or electricity, or light refraction. It had strict and proper rules that defined it’s usage... only the rules didn’t make any logical bloody sense!

And as for his brother... knowing Duncan’s research, and his obsession with becoming the ultimate life form on the planet, it was no wonder the scanner was unable to find him. With all his experimentation, the bloody bastard’s DNA is likely a far cry from what it once was, not to mention him perfecting the process on his ‘loyal minions’ to the point that I can’t even track any of his known associates. He sighed deeply, taking a deep drink from his coffee mug. A soft touch on his shoulders startled him, and he glanced up to see his lovely wife standing behind him.

“How’s it going?” she asked softly. Gene smiled slightly; with her science background, she was easily capable of deciphering the data display in front of them. Even without the negative results flashing in front of them, he knew she knew exactly how in vain his searching truly was. Reaching back, he took her hand in his, squeezing it gently, appreciatively.

“About as well as expected,” he replied wearily. “I’ve widened the parameters quite a bit, adding a few new algorithms I thought up on the spot... it’s going to take the mainframe quite a few hours to sort through and compile the data.” He shook his head. “But we both know what the result is going to be. I’m just spinning my wheels, loveling... going through the motions with no real chance of success. You have a better chance of finding them with your Goddess powers than I do with all this technological... crap.” He sighed. “It’s all just worthless. I’m worthless...”

“You’re not worthless, Gene,” Lacie chided him gently, moving around to stand in front of him. “You’re just tired. We both are. I’ve been using my Sight to look for them too, and as hard as it is scanning the Great Weave from the Well, it’s ten times harder back in this world. Right now, I can barely see you in front of me, let alone what’s happening across the world.” She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “It’s been a long hard few days... well, months, actually. We’re drained, physically, mentally, and emotionally.” She forced a smile she didn’t feel, reaching out to caress his face. “Come to bed, sweetheart. Maybe things will look better after a good night’s sleep. And anyway, you said it yourself—your computer needs the next few hours to compile anyway.” Nodding, too tired to protest, he allowed Lacie to lead him back upstairs to their bedroom.

Later, in the wee hours of the night, lying beside his sleeping wife, Gene continued to stare up at the ceiling, thinking. If he was brutally honest with himself, he would have to acknowledge that the core of his frustration came from an overwhelming and growing sense of inadequacy. In all their years together, he’d never once felt as if he were in competition with his wife, that her status as Omega Girl trumped his as Armor Man, or his intellect as an engineer surpassed hers as a theoretical physicist. They were a team, in every sense of the word, facing each challenge together head-on as it arrived. And yet... every day in the mirror he noticed a few more wrinkles, and a bit more gray in his hair. Every day, he found his hands shaking a little bit more, and his bones aching a wee bit more than the day before.

He wasn’t a young man anymore. He was getting old. He’d married Lacie Ann twenty-five years ago, back when he was thirty-five, and she was thirty-two. Now, even with his exercise and training regiment, he looked every bit of his sixty years, while Lacie still looked the same age as the day they’d first met.

She is a bloody Goddess, after all, he mused sullenly, turning over to face the wall. With her heritage and magic and all... she is probably immortal. She’ll still be the same beautiful lass she is now after I’m long gone and buried. Still just as powerful, and vital, as always. I won’t be much of a teammate for her... another few years and I’ll be trading in my armor for a walker, or a wheelchair. All I really have going for me is my mind... my ability to think and plan and strategize. So... what does that say about me now, then? I let Duncan outmaneuver me... let him take my bloody company out from under me. I let him set up my son and make him out to be public enemy number one... and he’s still trying to undo the damage that caused. I let him lure poor Katie into a trap down in Florida, and turn her into a bloody catgirl... and she’s still feeling the effects of the mental tampering today.

Lacie sighed softly, rolling over, pulling herself against him, spooning. Gene merely sighed. Aye... and now, I’m forced to sit on the sidelines, unable to help the dear friend responsible for helping Lacie and I even have children. Worse, I was unable to protect herchildren while she’s away, even though wee Sylvia was here in my own bloody house less than a week ago! I should have seen this all coming somehow... should have figured things out sooner! Feelings of shame, fear, and sadness swept through him like a tide, and it was all he could do not to scream his frustration.

His wife, somehow sensing his pain, even in her sleep, rolled tighter against him, pressing her naked body against his own, clutching to him. Her scent washed over Gene, breaking through his self-loathing, and the touch and feel of her flesh against him, so hard, powerful, and yet somehow so soft and delicate to his touch, calmed him. He slid a hand across to cup a breast, feeling the nipple harden instantly, leaving him awestruck.

Ach.... she’s so beautiful. So wonderful. So kind and loving... so... so much more than an average man like me deserves, he thought dimly. And yet... somehow, in some strange twist of fate, of all the people in the world, she chose me to be with. Indeed, earlier that very day when they were making love, she’d asked him, wild-eyed and panting, keening even, what special power he had over her that always, always made her so weak for him... that made her yearn for him with a passion that scared even her sometimes.

It’s all perspective, he realized suddenly, having an epiphany. I see myself as a failure... as an old man who has spent his entire life trying to make the world a better place, only to fail time and time again. I’ve been so focused on my shortcomings that I’ve forgotten what was most important. All of my machines, and devices, and intentions... are just tools. The most important thing I’ve ever created has been my life with Lacie Ann, and the two wonderful children we’ve raised. If I never create another thing in my entire life the world is already a better place because of them!

He closed his eyes, leaning into his wife, kissing her lips gently, feeling her respond, still asleep. Thank ye loveling... for reminding me of what I’d forgotten. And you’re right. I do need to get some sleep, and rest my weary mind. The picture is what it is... but with a new perspective, perhaps things WILL look better in the morning. Yawning deeply, snuggling tight against his love, Gene fell finally into a contented sleep.