The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Because of the secondary violence of speedster powers in proximity, QFIP protocols did not recommend speedsters be assigned to speed crimes. It was a fluke that Snapback robbed the collector’s convention in Chicago at the same time that KineticKiss was in the suburbs there in her protective identity of Cricket Finch.

But a happy chance for TargetMaster.

A ‘code red assist’ call went out because Snapback crippled TargetMaster’s tracking pursuit while escaping across Lake Michigan with the stolen goods. TargetMaster’s flight gear, disabled by Snapback, plunged the hero into the deep water of the lake.

But Snapback had scooted in the direction of Canada instead of putting any beatdown on TargetMaster.

Cricket had used a short trip to the ladies’ room at her physician’s assistant conference to sweep across Illinois, dance the waters of Lake Michigan, and pull TargetMaster out of jeopardy.

And then, unlooked for, TargetMaster had given her a wrist scanner from his arm and said, “Already locked onto her frequency vibrations. Find out where she’s going; do not engage.” He was a veteran of hundreds of takedowns.

Cricket didn’t even think about saying, ‘but the protocol.’ She assumed finding Snapback’s hideout was only a scout-and-return mission. She nodded once and off she went across the Lake.

KineticKiss was only a few months on the roster of active heroes. So maybe Snapback figured a little beatdown on a rookie was good fun. Or maybe Snapback never even heard of Kinetic. Or maybe Snapback just had not thought things through.

They clashed on the waters of Hudson Bay.

It was a surprise attack. But KineticKiss had read up on all superspeeders, even though the protocol strictly said, ‘do not engage.’ And a QF high-speed wave impact was a fav tool of Snapback. KineticKiss felt it coming, a strong wave of vibrations pointed right at her. Her opponent had doubled back. Probably the same way she’d damaged TargetMaster.

KineticKiss favored what she thought of as QFkisses: tiny finger taps as she ran past her opponents, striking as a hot kinetic touch rolling by at hundreds of miles per hour. It wore opponents down instead of bashing them out of the fight.

She held course until Snapback came into sight behind a dangerous watery cloud of liquid vibration. KineticKiss holding course created an illusion she wasn’t prepared for the flanking attack. Instead, KineticKiss danced her feet sideways in small repeated skips, hundreds of them. Pascal’s Law said tiny liquid impulses could create a huge restricted impact.

This time those skips raised the lake water Snapback ran on. That temporary ramp of sliding lake fluid was unavoidable at high speeds.

Snapback hit the ramp and recovered footing, heading up at a fifteen-degree angle, but the size of her vibratory lake wave couldn’t deviate that fast. Snapback ran headlong into the mass she’d been driving in front of herself.

Boom.

Snapback was thrown wildly out of control.

KineticKiss circled, caught her, tapped her seventeen times with her soft QFkisses. And her opponent was out cold. Fight done.

KineticKiss knew Sentinel was paid to worry. But really, did she also have to be a hot muscle dream MILF twenty-four-seven?

Bad enough to tickle her erotic dreams with what muscle and curves showed under the armor. And such a damn sexy voice. So much gravitas. Since her novice probation period was over, and KineticKiss had already taken down Snapback, the shadow speedster, just last month, she could fantasize on duty, a small indulgence.

Sentinel interrupted her fantasy, “Kinetic, did you hear the board summary conclusion?”

KineticKiss snapped back from erotic daydreams that flew through her head at supersonic speeds. “Sure.” Sentinel stared at her. “OK. No, I was waiting for you to hit the summary, and as you know, sometimes my brain speed won’t match the rest of you guys talking.”

Sentinel nodded. “Right. You are cleared of defying the speedster protocol. Commendation placed in your file. Please read up on Causality Clash between QF speedsters. Go forth and be distracted.”

Wow. Cool. KineticKiss stood up. “Today is a good day. Thanks, Sentinel.” She strolled out with a slight skip in her walk.

Sentinel sighed to the empty room. Did Cricket really need to wiggle her ass like that when she was pleased? Damn kids these days. And damn speedsters and their spray-on molecular skid outfits strolling around like they weren’t bare-ass naked.

KineticKiss got the Orange-Alert over her earbud and changed her patrol course.

“Acknowledged. Museum theft. Hostages taken. Djinn on route to take out unknown QF perp. KineticKiss rerouting as backup. Arrive ETA is twenty seconds.” Her ear mic automatically downshifted her voice for normal hearing.

KineticKiss arrived and circled the museum once to check for gang or getaway planning. Nothing obvious, and two squad cars already in position behind the alt exits of the museum service dock.

So she reported to HQ, slowing her voice down as she ran up the side of the stone building, “Police coverage in place. Taking the rooftop for my backup station.”

QFIP clicked back. “Djinn on site.”

Djinn commanded enough magic to turn the city upside down and was thousands of years old. KineticKiss smiled. She’d have nothing to do on this job but be ready. Sure enough, Djinn’s smooth, polished dialect sounded in the t feed. “Inside. Hostages are two security guards and six patrons. Moving them out of harm’s way first.”

Now to wait. Djinn was a class act.

Waiting was a part of her life ever since the brain serum intervention gone wrong. The QFcancer that attacked her brain was unique. The experimental serum that had interacted with her QFcancer and went sideways had put her into a coma. Cricket’s origin story: a coma of seven months and then a sickly teenager that could read fifty books a day.

And just a bit after that, a body that always wanted to function at ten times normal speeds. Try to wrap that thought around your version of puberty awkwardness. Yeah. She was horny most of the time.

And even at twenty had not mastered dating. She had tried. KineticKiss tuned back into the buzz of commentary in her earbud.

QFIP again. “Acknowledged, Djinn. Hostages clear. Can you ID the unknown perp?”

Nothing.

QFIP buzzed. “Djinn. Are you in confrontation? Acknowledge.”

Crisp Djinn dialect. “Give me a few moments; she’s somehow throwing off my aim.”

QFIP said, “Acknowledged. On your mark. Holding.”

KineticKiss felt a heavy vibration run through the roof. Explosives? “QFIP, we have detonation at the museum.”

QFIP said, “Copy, K. Djinn, do you need backup?”

Nothing.

KineticKiss ran the entire roof, located the service stair, and looked for possible skylights. A building this old should have some gallery skylights on the roof. She found a swath of skylights, but they were over the back-of-house functions. She checked the latches; old news and painted shut. Stairs it was then. “QFIP, I can be there in under five minutes through the stairs.”

QFIP said, “Copy, K. Djinn, give us status.”

Nothing.

QFIP said, “K, Sentinel just gave you go-active backup. Please assess Djinn situation.”

“Copy, QF.” And KineticKiss was off. The door was locked from the inside, so she touched the key cylinder and started vibrating it up-down-left-right; when it hit about five thousand cycles, it failed, going to pieces. She moved the door carefully out of the way, normal time, and then bolted down the stairs.

She did not have a map of the museum in her head; it was quicker to fast-pace off and find the most likely public areas for theft. She couldn’t maintain speed and get into a normal-time conversation with QFIP. While the earbud would translate speech to be clear to both sides, it did not make the central operator speak ten times quicker.

Bingo. There.

KineticKiss spotted Djinn down on the floor in a long grand hallway. She did not stop to check her status because that could easily be an ambush setup. But she used a trick of speed, running past Djinn and dragging her fingertips on the floor to see if her breathing was leaving a vibratory resonance in the terrazzo flooring.

Yes. It was. Djinn was asleep or knocked out. She ed on, “Djinn down, maybe a gas attack. Send a StopperCart team for med and pickup the perp. I am officially worried. Djinn is a powerhouse. Send help.”

QPIF said, “Do you have eyes on perp?” And the words came through, spun up to speed, while KineticKiss searched the rest of the museum.

“No. Museum empty. Perp has fled. Scouting outside.” She slowed down so the doors would survive her pushing through them.

Outside, everyone reacted in slow motion to something headed west on Main. Cops and newsers were looking that way. One motorcycle patrol officer was already rolling in pursuit, but slowly. Kinetic could not be far behind the perp’s exit. She sprinted back to full speed and made the street ahead of the motorcycle officer in pursuit.

And there she was ahead. Black suit, glittering in the afternoon sun. And yes, fast on her feet.

But not fast enough; KineticKiss overtook her in less than a minute. She made a speed , tapping out three QFkisses with her two-fingered swipe near the perp’s hipbone.

And realized she’d missed by a good inch. No . She ran a block and managed a tight turn, fighting against the molecular skid outfit she wore. But she managed and came at the dark cat-suited figure from another direction. More glare from that glitter suit on this vector; the sun was perpendicular to this approach. Mirrors on her body?

KineticKiss slowed. Cannot tap her head at this speed. Too much trauma possible. Soft two-finger touch near hips to throw her off balance.

And missed. What. The. Fuck. Yeah. Shit. Djinn had said ‘missed shots’ before loss of .

KineticKiss put herself in a skid and dropped three-quarters of her speed. She reversed, and the perp hadn’t made much of any progress in her flight.

“QF. Not liking this sitch. How soon backup?”

Kinetic went in again, aiming for a palm slap. Soft tissue. Ass. This time she was slow enough to see the reaction. The cat-suited gal, goggles, dark skin, bright spots of dark jewels over most of her dark body, a bag of loot tucked under one armpit, rolled on the axis of her spine, and Kinetic just missed the slap. She whizzed past the perp again.

Spots of glare lingered in Kinetic’s eyes.

Damn it. Another skid, bleeding off speed. This Dodgy Bitch could not be that fast. So arm’s-length combat should be a better approach than her usual QFspeed touches. She ended the skid and shouted. “You cannot get away. On foot you are a turtle, lady.”

“Hard candy-yum shell, soft gooey center, baby-supes. Come get me.” Was the husky answer from the mystery perp.

Were the jewels magical? Is that how she downed Djinn? Maybe do not touch her after all. Something tricky instead.

KineticKiss went at her in a tight circle; after a hundred circling es, the air around Dodgy Bitch had acquired gale-plus speeds, and the perp spun madly as a result. K laughed at the wobbling top of dark sparkle glitter now going nowhere.

The perp wobbled to a stop and sat down in the street panting. The intense air pressure cylinder had left her gasping. Slight overkill. Pressure that high denied her breathing. Oops. Hey. Those jewels were glued on. She wasn’t wearing a costume unless you counted rolling in black jewels a costume.

Hot. Damn. Glitter porn. Big sexy eyes behind those goggles.

The dark-skinned perp glared at her. “OK, Kiss, you fucking bitch. Again with this shit. You want the usual fifty-fifty split—fine. The haul is jade jewelry from the China gallery. I’ll give you half to let me go.”

Again? What? K blinked. “Who are you? You are not in the rap sheets. Surrender.”

The perp got unsteadily to her feet. “KarnalKiss. That was not funny the first five times you shook me down. I’m Bailamorte. Asshole.” She set the bag of loot down on the asphalt and did stretching exercises. “You could have choked me unconscious with that whirlwind. I think you sprained my back. You fucking Domme jerkass.” Her arms and legs were gorgeous. Curves on curves.

She looked good.

Jerkass? Domme? KarnalKiss? Let her go? KarnalKiss blinked again. Her thoughts scrambled to catch up with the weird dark beauty. Wow. Wut. “So we’ve done this before?”

Bailamorte stopped. “Oh god. Why? You pull this same pervy schtick every time? Yes. Fine. I’ll beg. Please, KarnalKiss, grope me. Humiliate me. Take my illegal gains, but don’t tell anyone I’m a lame criminal.”

KarnalKiss felt a dizzy pulse of carnal heat. Yeah. Now we’re talking.

Wait.

Bailamorte spun in place, glittering in the sun; her body was tight. “I think I shook out the sprain.” She did have some QF speed. Nothing to match KarnalKiss.

KarnalKiss licked her lips. Her heart raced. Her eyes ached. “Speedsters sometimes break causality. If we’ve done this before, I fucked up. Badly. How many times?” She was wet. Jerkass. Domme. Slick inside the molecular skid outfit.

Bailamorte rolled her eyes and walked closer. “Right. Sure. Fine. This is six times now. Since I cannot outrun you. And since the script to your little humiliation gig is so lame, how about I just give you all the loot and you don’t fucking make me cum in the middle of the street with your fingers in my cunt? Oh, wait. Now you’re going to tell me this is where your hero personality is overwhelmed by my slutty look, and now the scene is drawing your dark evil side out. Yawn.”

Wow. Fuck.

KarnalKiss felt a huge pulse of lewd heat. Fuck yeah. She felt the transition begin. A vibration that started in her fucking pussy and crept slowly up her spine. KarnalKiss. Her dark lust woke up. Yum. Hot brain. Evil.

Double fast yum.

KarnalKiss laughed. Her brain was so superheated now. “Bend over, bitch.”

Bailamorte took a half step back. “Can we skip this if I give you the whole—”

KarnalKiss reached in a blur of motion and pinched hot Dodgy Bitch two dozen times in the best places. “Pain slut.”

Bailamorte shook and quivered with aftershocks. Her eyes were wide, and her bravado disappeared. “Yes. I’m bending over. Yes. Just not so rough—” She turned her jewel-encrusted vulva to KarnalKiss as she bent down and touched fingertips to the street.

KarnalKiss licked her lips. “Tell you what. You can keep the loot this time, but you have to do all the work. Fingerfuck yourself, Dodgy Bitch. Spread your legs. Feels natural for you.”

Bailamorte’s voice took on an edge of haughty snark. “You sick fuck. Yes. It feels natural for me. I’ll fingerfuck myself in the middle of the street while you masturbate. At least this is a new roleplay for us.” Her dark fingers of her left hand came off the street and slid into her wetness. Her labia glittered and rolled as she added a third finger. “Oh god.”

Masturbate. Roleplay. Good idea. Karnal found her protruding clit beneath the skid suit camel toe and rubbed it at velocity. Glitter curves in her eyes. “Now repeat, there is no Bailamorte. There is only KarnalKissKunt.”

“Oh. Wait. No.” The perp’s ass quivered and shook as her hand sped up.

“Say it. Or I start hyperspanking your snatch.” KarnalKiss felt her clit explode. So good.

“You said speedsters sometimes break causality, so—”

KarnalKiss did not hesitate. She spanked that wet snatch right on top of the working fingers. Twenty times.

The dazzle-jeweled thief orgasmed and went weak in the knees, but kept her three-point posture. “There is no Bailamorte. There is only KarnalKissKunt.”

“There is no Bailamorte. There is only KarnalKissKunt.”

“There is no Bailamorte. There is only KarnalKissKunt.”

“There is no Bailamorte. There is only…..KarnalKissKunt. Fuck.” A line of pussy drool honeyed slowly down her leg.

“There is no... There is only KarnalKissKunt.”

“There is n…..there is only KarnalKissKunt.”

“There is…..there is only KarnalKissKunt.” She went up on her toes.

“There is…only KarnalKissKunt.”

“There is only KarnalKissKunt.”

“There is only KarnalKissKunt.” KarnalKissKunt came again and went to her knees with aftershocks and loose limbs.

KarnalKiss orgasmed enough times to lose track of them. She slowed her fingers but still had plenty of continued rolling cums. This was the good shit. This was mind-blowing good.

Best sex ever.

She ed out still rubbing.

Sentinel closed the digital file and looked at Djinn and KineticKiss. “So you both are at a loss to say what happened before you were knocked out by an adroit cat burglar. Who disappeared.”

Djinn was usually hard to read. Always calm. She looked…flustered. “My spells kept missing. I think I tried something that backfired, but that hasn’t happened to me in centuries. So…not sure.”

KineticKiss didn’t even have that much explanation. She hadn’t put arousal into the report and, only just being out of her teens, and knowing how many sets of eyes would see the formal record, was never going to mention it. “The perp was some kind of jinx black cat is the best I can say. I chased her down. Missed her so many times that I must have hit one of my own wakes trying different angles on her. Pow. KO’d by my speed.”

Sentinel paused a long time, then answered. “OK. I’m adding my assessment to the report. Possible QFjinx powers. Unknown perp, likes jewels, and does not wear a costume. Only approach in pairs or groups.” She let silence fill the room. Then, “Next time put your best guess in the report and label it as such.”

They both nodded.

“That’s all.”

They left.

Two days later, KineticKiss found Djinn crocheting a scarf in the ready room. “So can I ask a question? Did you get a name? A clue? Anything?”

“No. Not every perp wants to chat.” Djinn stopped her hooking thread and gave her a look.

“Yeah. I called her Dodgy Bitch but didn’t put that in the report either. Have you had any weird dreams since?” KineticKiss did and did not want to discuss her dreams.

“No. I don’t sleep.” Djinn smiled faintly.

“Oh. Wow. That sucks.”

“Possibly. I’ll never know. Dreams can be beautiful, they say.” Djinn sounded curious.

KineticKiss closed the subject fast. “Mine are always rushed. Get it? Rushed?”

Djinn shrugged. “Funny. Yes, I get it.”

KineticKiss nodded and headed to clock out on her shift.

No. Djinn didn’t get it.

Djinn was pretty weird herself.

But despite the smoking slick dreams, no way she was a pervy jerkass domme with a dark personality buried in her head.

Not a chance.

No. Way.

Nope.