The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As fast as a bolt of lightning (hence the name), superheroine Lightning sped through the streets of downtown Metroborough, leaving nothing but a residual trail of light behind her as she approached the speed of light itself. Lightning, or Ashley Matthews as her friends and family knew her, would have been a sight for sore eyes, had those sore eyes ever been able to see her in the first place. Standing at a stunning 6′1″, the 25-year-old blonde bombshell was most certainly the pinnacle of beauty. With sharp, piercing blue eyes, a thin face, soft jawline and cute button nose, the heroine was the dream of men and even some women alike. Her all-white costume with yellow accents on the wrists, waist, ankles and neckline did little to hide her 32F breasts, which were only complimented by a giant yellow lightning bolt that stretched horizontally across her ample chest. Her costume finished with bright yellow boots and a white mask with gold accents around the edges and her eyes. Her hips swayed when she walked, if anyone was lucky enough to actually catch her walking, and her rounded, perky butt was hugged and accentuated nicely by her tight pants.

She had been the guardian of Metroborough for over a year now, having discovered her abilities after she was caught in the crossfire of a lab explosion that occured next to the gym that she worked out in. Many had been injured, but surprisingly, when the EMT’s had arrived on scene, she had no wounds on her body. And although she was unconscious from the explosion, she was deemed completely fine by the emergency response unit.

After continuing life as a typical wedding photographer for a while after the accident, she slowly started to learn that she had gifts. Gifts of super speed. She discovered her speed on a jog when she ran so fast, she broke a speedometer sign on the side of the road. She discovered her super speedy healing factor (again), this time consciously, when she sprained her ankle while walking in heels, only for her ankle to be completely fine not 5 seconds later. And she discovered her super appetite when she was so hungry one night after a run, she ate 18,000 calories in one sitting without gaining so much as a pound. Through trial and error, and a number of costume redesigns, she became Lightning, the quickest heroine in the world.

But tonight, it seemed as though the city didn’t need her; the streets of Metroborough remained quiet beyond the occasional barking of a stray dog or the honk of a car in traffic. Lightning was about ready to call it a night so she could relax and enjoy some wine and a good movie when all of a sudden, she heard the loud smash of shattered glass. Unsure of what the noise was, but willing to check it out just to be safer rather than sorry, she pivoted and bolted towards the direction of the noise.

Three female bodies dressed in all black and black ski masks moved inside the Metroborough First Bank, having climbed in through the shattered window at the front and disabling the alarm system that would notify authorities of the break-in.

“Do you think she heard?” asked the one voice.

“Oh, she most definitely did,” the second voice replied.

“And you sure this is a good idea?” the first voice asked back, “I mean, I’m pretty sure she could run through us and atomize our bodies into o-god-damn-blivion before we could even take a breath.”

“Relax,” a third voice replied cooly, “we’re prepared for this.”

“Prepared to die, maybe,” the first voice said, as they focused up on the task at hand.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Glass, dust, dirt, papers and any nearby debree flew in through the bank window, as in an instant, the superheroine Lightning flashed into existence directly in front of the three robbers.

“So,” Lightning started, “are you going to come quietly? Or do we have to make things interesting?”

“Seriously?” the second woman asked, “How much more cliche can you get Lightning? I mean really, what kind of question is that?”

“No more cliche than trying to rob a bank,” Lightning scoffed as she looked the three robbers over, her hand moving to rest on her hip. This was most definitely the sassiest robber she had ever come across.

“Oh puh-lease,” the first woman chimed in, “as if trying to get money is cliche. I mean, look at your uniform. Nice spandex super whore.”

In another flash, faster than anyone or anything could react, Lightning sped directly in front of the first woman, grabbing her by the neck and hoisting her up, causing the other two woman to jump and the first woman in her hand to grab onto Lightnings arm and kick her legs.

“Care to take that back?” Lightning asked, ticked off by the comment.

“N-urgh-b-gggghhhh,” was all that managed to come out of the choking woman.

“I’m sorry,” Lightning said, turning her head so that her ear was closer to the robber, “I couldn’t understand, what did you say?”

“G-gghhhh g-got...youuuuu,” the first woman said, on the verge of unconsciousness.

Then suddenly, Lightning’s whole body came froze up, chills running all up and down her spine, as she turned her head slowly to look back, looking at the woman, the third robber who hadn’t said anything, standing directly behind her. Lightning felt the robber’s hand phase completely through her skin, holding directly onto beating heart, which quickened its pace dramatically as her brain was firing on all synapses at the situation she found herself in.

“W-what the hell,” Lightning stammered as she dropped the first robber to the ground, the woman gasping for air while holding her neck, “what the hell is this?”

“This my dear,” the third robber said as she pulled the mask off of her face, revealing another villainous purple mask underneath, “is your own foolish arrogance coming back to bite you in the ass.”

The robber squeezed on her heart ever so slightly, causing Lightning to lurch slightly in pain.

“Who, the hell, are you?” Lightning gasped, as she worked to recover from the heart squeeze she just recieved.

“My name is Amanda, but you can call me Phaser,” the woman behind her said, “I’ve known about you for quite a while little light girl.”

“Why are you telling me your real name?” Lightning asked confusedly.

“Well because it won’t matter either way,” Phaser chuckled to herself, the two henchwomen laughing along, the one having finally recovered from the chokehold.

“You can kill me if you want,” Lightning breathily said in defiance, “but if I’m gone, someone else will just take my place and they’ll be the one to take you down.”

This caused Phaser to laugh, throwing her head back at Lightning’s remarks.

“Kill you?” Phaser replied, “And get all that heat on my ass? No thanks. See, I mean to own you, control you.”

“Huh?” Lightning remarked in disbelief.

“You see,” Phaser said as she walked around the heroine who had been frozen in fear for her heart, her hand never leaving it as her arm merely phsaed around to the front of Lightning, “I discovered my powers after a lab accident just like you.”

“What?!” Lightning cried out in response, “How do you know about the lab accident?!”

“Shhhhhhh,” Phaser responded, squeezing Lightnings heart again, causing her to flinch in pain, “I’ve done my research. The only one near that lab explosion that somehow miraculously had no cuts or marks or anything on her? Your superhuman healing factor was the only obvious answer. Honestly, they couldn’t have done a worse job hiding it.”

Silently cursing the reporters and investigators who all put her name and likeliness in the articles and headlines, Lightning grimaced at the idea that this woman knew about her alter ego.

“As I was saying,” Phaser continued, “I was also caught in an explosion. Except I didn’t come out scratch free. But what did happen, was that I was blown back by the explosion, straight into a wall. Except I didn’t hit the wall. I phased right through it, and landed 20 feet from the building on the outside. After I recovered, I learned to control it. Then, I tested the waters. Sure, I could phase through walls and anything that was solid, but what else could I do? And then, I tried it on my first person. I was waiting in line to buy a ticket for a movie, when the guy in front of me bumped into me. Didn’t even say sorry, the fat son of a bitch. So in a bit of rage, I reached into his body and grabbed onto his heart. Nearly killed in. The EMT’s said it was cardiac arrest.”

“So you became a villain with your power?” Lightning said, “You didn’t use your powers for good?”

“No,” Phaser said, “I wanted revenge. Revenge, on you.”

“Me?!” Lightning cried out in confusion, “I didn’t do anything to you!”

“No, not directly,” Phaser said, “but I always hated you with a burning ion. Watching you run without a care in the world. Learning about your little ‘accident’ that just gave you superpowers and left you looking like a model. And then there was me.”

As she said that, Phaser pulled off her villain mask to reveal her face. The face of Amanda. A face that had burn marks and scars riddled all over it.

“You see what an explosion does to me,” Phaser said, gritting her teeth in anger, “and you see what it does to you? How is that fair?”

“Look, I’m so sorry about what happened to you,” Lightning said in shock as she took in the face of Phaser/Amanda, “but that wasn’t me, it wasn’t my fault! I didn’t choose to look like this anymore than you chose to look like that.”

“You’re right,” Phaser said with an angry smirk as she moved to put her mask back on, “I didn’t choose to look like this. Some sort of fucked up plan by God or Jesus or whoever or whatever the hell there is decided I would look like this. So I’m going to shove it back in their faces, in everyones face, and I’m going to take their little star pupil first choice pretty girl, and make her nothing more than my little bitch.”

As she said that, Lightning felt the hand on her heart squeeze yet again, but despite this, it didn’t hurt. Instead, her whole body relaxed from it’s tense state. Her fight or flight response diminishing as her heartbeat slowed to an even pace, and her shoulders sagged ever so slightly.

“What are you doing?” Lightning asked in a calm voice that surprised even herself.

“I just simply calmed you down a bit,” Phaser said, “the brain is such an interesting thing isn’t it? Your heart pumps blood because your brain subconsciously tells it to, but your brain only works because your heart pumps blood to make sure your body functions. The two are so closely related, it’s a surprise that the body can make the distinction between the two.”

As she said this, her other hand reached directly into the forehead of Lightning, phasing itself directly through her skin, muscle and skull and finding its way to the heroine’s brain. Despite her brain’s desire to be shocked and scared, she just couldn’t find the ability to muster up the emotions for it as Phaser’s hand was still relaxing her heartbeat to a steady rhythm. As Phaser felt around in the head of the heroine, poking and prodding and her brain to find what she was after, the heroine’s body began to move and twitch on its own. Her fingers began to wiggle and her eye twitched before the entire left side of her body went numb. She began to say random words and even forgot who or where she was before her entire body went slack, the light fading from her eyes as her jaw sagged, her entire body being held up by the villain in front of her.

“That’s it,” Phaser cooed, as the heroine stood helpless, eyes wide open, unseeing and unthinking, “I just have to flip that switch to stop your brain’s cognitive processes from firing. Don’t need you dead though, so luckily your subconscious is still up and running to some degree. Now, let’s just make a few adjustments in here and we should be good to go. After I’m done with you, you won’t even know who Lightning is, or was, I should say.”

The villain smiled as she got to work, fiddling and fondling the unresponsive heroine’s brain, who stood there motionless, unaware of what she was to become.

Ashley woke in a shock, her body bolting up from the floor of the bank. Glancing around the lobby of the building, she didn’t see anyone else in her sight. Rising to her feet, she was confused as to what had happened. Where had Phaser gone?

As if on cue, Phaser and her two henchwomen strolled out of the bank vault at the back of the building, Phaser noticing the heroine was now on her feet.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” Phaser said, as she waved her hand at the two henchwomen to go and pack up the money, “have a good nap?”

“Oh, yes ma’am,” Ashley said, perky as could be, “thank you for letting your dumb little whore take a rest!”

“Oh it’s my pleasure,” Phaser said with a smirk as she handed Lightning the bag of cash she was hauling on her shoulder, “but you know the rules whore.”

“Of course ma’am, I am so sorry,” Ashley said, and with her super speed, peeled off her entire costume except for her mask in the blink of an eye.

“Good girl,” Phaser said, “now bring that out to the car so we can get out of here.”

“Yes ma’am!” Ashley saluted as she grabbed the bag full of cash and headed out to the car. Phaser chuckled to herself as she walked out of the bank, leaving nothing but an empty vault and the costume of the once great defender of Metroborough behind.

Three weeks later...

“...has been nearly a month since the disappearance of the heroine Lightning as she has not been seen or heard from in quite some time, Jim,” the reporter Diane said.

“That’s right Diane, and crime rates have reached an all time high as the police are working overtime to stop the sudden wave of crime that has hit the city,” Jim, her co-anchor returned.

“Yes, and while I think the police are doing everything they can, the real question has to be asked, ‘Where is Lightn...”

The reporter was cut short as the television flicked off. Lounging on the couch of the penthouse apartment of Metroborough’s tallest apartment building laid Phaser, or Amanda, nude and reclined with her legs spread wide open as the completely nude blonde bombshell in between her legs was lapping away eagerly and obediently at her pussy.

“What do you think of that little Ashley?” Amanda asked the busy girl.

The blonde girl lifted her head from her owner’s pussy and stared directly into her eyes.

“Umm, I don’t really think much of anything!” She said with a ditzy smile and dulled eyes, “but like, whoever that dummy was, she shouldn’t have come to fight you!”

“That’s right,” Amanda said as she patted the girls head before pushing it back down to continue her duty. Having had a more-than-willing head to play around with, Amanda had spent the last 3 weeks permanently erasing any traces that Lightning had existed, while also dramatically reducing her intelligence, increasing her libido, and removing her free will. The woman who sucked and slurped at her wet pussy was no longer Lightning, and would never again the heroine or her super powers. She wouldn’t even recognize her own reflection at this point.

Reaching over to the side table next to the couch, Amanda picked up the mask of the former heroine in between her legs, holding it in her hands and reveling in the work she had been able to do. She relaxed further into the couch as the apartment laid quiet, the only sounds emanating from the tongue of the once-great heroine, turned to nothing more than a bimbo slave.