“Sail on back to us now, silver . . .” Yanuka’s voice pulls me out of the inky puddle I’ve been soaking in for a small eternity. Time and space just went away after the ritual. The red took so much from me, I don’t know how they pulled enough of me back. My body is literally soaked with oil and ink, but its tingling tells me that soon enough it will be melted into my skin. “You have one last task to accomplish before Red arrives.”

“Whatever you command, I will obey.” My voice sounds so lost and obedient. It makes my thighs clench harder than they’ve ever clenched before. Fuck, it’s so perfect to be a witch’s toy.

Somehow, I’m standing. I feel simple and weak, but I have the will to stand if they desire it.

Fingertips run over my back and my tattoo makes obedience burn over my flesh. “Such a perfect, precious little ancilla you are . . . It’s hard to imagine you as the crusader dressed in a skintight uniform who defeated me within my own manor. Now, you’re just a decoration.”

Quillspawn likes it when I’m quiet. My spirit being so gone that I can’t even respond to her makes her eyes light up, so I stay silent. This moment is perfection. All of my focus is on them. Red hair and black, oil and ink . . . They command my attention, my body, my mind, and if they haven’t already taken it from me, my soul.

I wonder how it would feel to experience them stealing the very spark of my being. Not the one that’s sealed inside of my chest, but the one that makes me who I am. It would be so exciting.

Ink melts into my scalp as Quillspawn’s nails claw through my hair. It feels so good I can feel her nails pulling my eyes back into my head and making my whole body shiver. “Until now, my rehabilitated heroine, the argent light flowing through your chrome-tinted frame has merely been a hindrance. Now, you will be performing a very special service. If you are successful both my mother and I will be very, very happy. I can only imagine how happy that would make you.”

Her fingers grab my nipples and twist, melting ink into me as I feel my body tighten and quiver. Ink, it feels so good to feel it writing its way into me before writing me away. I love it when ink drips into one of my locks. That feels even better.

Yanuka’s lips press against my ear before her voice overloads my senses. “We’re going to send you on a special little trip, one last visit to the apartment that you used to call home. There, my sweet little silver toy, you are going to fetch us The Domina, Valerie . . . your adorable little children. Wouldn’t want to take them too far away from their mothers, after all. You’d love to have Aurora closer to you, wouldn’t you?”

“Yesss, of course . . .” Having Aurora here would be wonderful. She would get to grow up with the Nesatealia, trained to serve them just like her mother. Ol-ol . . . via . . . Aureus . . . could help train her, and Sylvia could be trained by her mothers too. Oh it’s so . . . perfect.

Not only are they so strong, but Yanuka and Quillspawn are also so very sweet.

“Good . . . That makes me very, very happy.” Quillspawn’s voice shudders through my body as she licks from just above my navel all the way to my neck. “Of course, your ‘reformed’ time traveling duplicate as well as the ever so adorably amethystical Valerie Raine is bound to give you some trouble . . . That means you get to sizzle and spark again. Only this time, you only shine for us.” Quillspawn moves behind me, arms wrapping tightly as she presses her warm body into my bare back. “Mother, if you would be so sweet as to do the honors?”

“As once they were sealed, let them now be revealed, and what has grown dark and dim, shall now shine again.” Yanuka dives the pen deep into my chest, clicking the point in and out as she chants in a soft, focused tone.

It feels like the pen is massaging at the spark inside of my heart. I can see, feel, light flashing and shining in front of my eyes. It makes me tingle and squirm inside, feeling like a light switch being reinstalled, then turned on and off and on and off to test it, over and over again. I love feeling like some kind of toy, some appliance being fixed with a new setting being added. It feels so erotic, so fulfilling, so perfect. I’m perfect with their help. I’m perfect whenever they’re touching me, and making me exactly how they want me.

My body feels so much more alive with my power at my fingertips again. I feel the energy inside of my body sizzling and glowing just beneath the surface. It makes me feel so useful and even weaker for it. It’s nice to feel weak while being strong in the ways my owners want me to be. I’m weak in all of the ways they want me to be, too. Maybe some day I’ll be all they’ll ever need.

Lips press to my forehead and I mewl out weakly at the depth of my enslavement.

“I will open a path, and you will follow it back ‘home’. Your friends are unlikely to listen to reason. You, will have to show them reason. Show them your light, silver. People are always so happy when you show them your light, aren’t they?” Yanuka smiles as she holds my old uniform up in front of me. It feels like such a strange thing to see here . . . wherever this is . . . but it’s here.

Meltedly, I nod. It feels good to visibly agree with them. It’s perfect to feel my body agreeing with my mind, agreeing with them. Every motion is a step further down the staircase. Maybe I could find a way to trip and fall all of the way down . . .

Quillspawn pulls back before pulling up my arms to pull my top down over my body. “Apologies, dearest. My preferences would have you remaining ‘sky clad’ as is the common vernacular for us ‘witchy’ sorts for your custom silver birthday suit, but that would remove any element of surprise which might have otherwise enabled us a smooth victory. Style is something to be revered, and nothing worth doing is worth doing devoid of the smallest taste of class . . . there is much to be said of results.”

“Quite.” Yanuka grins, laughing as she presses the skirt against my waist, and it seems to phase through me and then fits snugly into place. “So you’re going to go, and bring them back to us . . .” She slides my belt around my body and I gasp softly at the feeling of it closed tightly around me like a collar for my waist. “The most important part, since I know that you will find their capture simple, is this.”

The older witch holds a firey red orb between her thumb and index finger. It’s not so much firey red as it is a translucent orange, and the inside seems to be the color of her hair as bright flames licking out from the center at its small prison. Just staring at the marble, orb, whatever it is, makes my vision blur and twist. Her thumb rolls it along her index finger, and the constant motion seems to make the flames move more. There’s a faint spiraling - almost a twisting - to the way they move.

I can just barely feel it pulling me in, but knowing who’s holding it makes me feel so much weaker than an orb that can’t be bigger than a medium sized gumball.

That only makes it better.

It slowly moves closer to my face and I mewl. Both of my owners laugh in dark, thrilling ways and it makes my pussy lock tighten and clench. “Good little silver. This little treat will be in the front pouch of your belt. When you’re ready to return to us? You just give it a tight squeeze, and a portal will open wide to whisk you back on a crimson breeze. Just don’t forget, if you misplace your friends I’ll be quite upset.”

“I won’t forget. I will be the best slave. I will bring you The Domina, Amethyst, Sylvia, and Aurora. They’ll be so much happier here with you. They will be perfected.” My voice sounds so melted.

“Excellent . . . then shall we, Quillspawn? She seems so eager to bring us her closest.” Yanuka’s voice sounds like her words are some kind of an inside joke. I have no clue what it could be, but it feels so good to hear her happy. Yanuka deserves anything and everything, Yanuka and Quillspawn both.

Both of them begin to make sweet mumbling sounds. I can feel them buzzing inside of me, but they’re not directed at me. They’re forming something in front of me, so strong that I can feel it pulling me towards it, resonating with energy and heat. It makes me feel so helpless, powerless, and weak to feel all of the energy they can summon up so easily. Even with my body flowing with silver light I can’t do anything nearly this strong. They control everything so perfectly, even reality.

As if their words were hands tearing apart the air in front of me, a red portal appears in front of me. I can see my old apartment through it, and my friends are there, standing over some six-armed woman. Alyssa is there!

I get to make even more of my friends happy . . .

“It can be somewhat . . . disorienting the first time . .. but with barely a mind in your head you should barely notice.” Yanuka is so right. She’s always right.

“Journey forth . . . and make us proud, little ancilla.” Quillspawn’s voice makes the ink in my back burn in a way that sends shudders between my legs and makes all of my locks tighten. The red moves closer before wrapping itself around me.

For a moment, everything is red. All I can see, all I can think, smell, sense, touch, be, is red. It feels like the same red from the pole, the red of lust, the red of dark, seductive lipstick, the red of carnal heat and desire. It surges into me through every pore and every lock as it twines itself tight. It’s the red of Nesatealia, the red of my enslavement, the red of my past and my future.

Then the red starts to part, and I’m standing in the doorway of my apartment. The six-armed woman is tied up by what seems like webbing, and my friends are standing just inside of Aurora’s room. Alyssa doesn’t sound very happy, and neither does Valerie. The Domina looks . . . upset.

They’ll all be so much happier in Yanuka and Quillspawn’s care.

“She’s the god damned Domina Argenti! She’s the same exact woman who tied me up in ribbons to be found as a present for Sarah back when she was Patina! That doesn’t change just because she gets a little fixed up. She even admitted what she did to Spinnerette, Valerie!” Alyssa sounds very, very unhappy. Seeing all of that fight drain from her eyes will make my locks clenched. “Even the other one, Lucia, whoever, isn’t exactly a saint . . . remember what she did to me? And you’ll trust one of her who indulged her poor impulse control and bendable morals?!”

Valerie steps closer to Alyssa, looking like she could take a swing at her. Of course, with all of that mist flowing around her, she’s more likely to mist her up to shut her up. “Sarah is the woman I love, Alyssa! She’s Sylvia’s mother! Lucia trusted her to look after Aurora. You know what she means to her. If she could trust her after feeling their minds linked, then can’t you? You felt what those witches can do!”

“Hello everyone.” The three of them blink in unison before turning to face me. “Relax, everyone. Nothing’s wrong, The Domina is trustworthy, I’m back . . . no reason to worry or be upset, okay?”

I’m not sounding like I used to, but that’s okay. At least I’m not swaying on my feet. I do feel a little dizzy from the magical travel, but just like Yanuka said, without much of a mind it isn’t too bad. It’s hard to pretend to be willful. I try to look angry or firm, but I might just be looking silly.

The Domina stares at me from behind her lover and my old favorite source of information. Something about her expression worries me. She can tell something is wrong. The other two seem too upset to really notice anything besides the fact that I appeared out of nowhere.

At least none of them were looking at the door when I poofed in.

“Hey, welcome back Lucia. Alyssa here stepped up as Sarah was taking out Spinnerette. She’s the spiderish woman over there who was coming here to deal with you. Sarah got webbed, sparked her up, and while she was recovering from being trapped, Alyssa showed up. I think you heard just how happy she is.” Valerie looks back to Alyssa, and none of her anger has faded in the least. She’s so viciously loyal. The sooner that loyalty can be twisted for the Nesatealia, the better.

Rolling her eyes, Alyssa steps towards me. “I can’t believe that you’re willing to trust her! I know that she’s you, and I know that being mentally manipulated can really throw you for a loop but she’s not anymore, and look at her! She’s still The Domina Argenti, just look at her.”

She is wearing her old costume. It makes me wonder if I was all that smart for trusting her. It doesn’t really matter anymore. Soon I’ll be making her trustworthy.

Valerie follows Alyssa into the foyer, but The Domina stays behind and watches me. She might already know. How could she know? Is there something in my eyes? Did Lida teach her some special magic trick that she never taught me?

“Where’s Lida?” My double stares into my eyes as she speaks. “Tell me, very quickly, and concisely: where is Lida? It is not that hard of a question. You were with her, weren’t you?”

“She’s . . . she’s . . .” I want to be a good slave . . . I need to be a good slave, but what the hell am I supposed to say that’s not too blatant of a lie?! Lida is back at the shrine in some sort of deep sleep, right next to Aureus. If I told her that then everything would be blown. I can’t fail. There’s no way that I can fail. So that means that I have to drop the charade, and drop our friends into a deep silvery sleep. “She’s somewhere very safe. You will all be joining her shortly.”

The Domina pales and stares at me with wide eyes. Good. Her hesitation gives me an opportunity that I can’t pass up. It’s the same hesitation that usually gets me into trouble. Benefiting from one of my own character flaws is both delightful and oddly unsettling.

Valerie turns towards The Domina, and I stretch out my left hand to send a bright silver current into her. Her body arches with a loud cry as she shudders and grinds in the air before falling to her knees. Every moment more of my silver flows into her, and I can feel it blinding and overwhelming her mind. All of her mental defenses crumble away so very easily at the feel of my sparks sizzling into her body.

Alyssa tries to dash past me for the door, and I stretch my right hand out towards her. Trying for variety I send a weaker current out from my fingertips and latch them into her head, her breasts, the firm cheeks of her ass, and the pearl between her legs. It wrenches a loud scream from her lips as the currents surge through her, and she falls to her knees as Valerie did, only facing me. Her lips twist in the most adorable way as her eyes roll back into her head and her knees spread wide as they can.

I can feel my power surging through both of them, so strong and firm, the light blinding and the electrical charge over stimulating. Alyssa’s nipples are so visibly hard through her blouse, and Valerie’s damp and well-misted crotch sizzles as she falls to grind herself into the carpet. “That’s a good little robot. You just need to recharge, don’t you? That mechanical heart of yours is taking over more every moment.”

“Yesssss . . .! Mist . . . Mist Bot . . . Obeys!” Valerie’s hair shakes as a layer of mist intensifies my assault. Now she’s melting herself for me, I can focus on Alyssa. Mind bore is so good at giving women overpowering fetishes.

I pull my current back from her and pour double into Alyssa. “And you . . . all that information is such a dangerous thing. You’ve felt this before. You know you’re helpless to my power, Alyssa. You know there’s nothing you can do to resist me. You know that you don’t want to, and every moment as you feel your panties grow wetter and wetter against you, and every moment as your bra feels far too tight, you know you’re losing control, and they’re taking it from you. You’re a good little lingerie slave . . . and you love every moment of it.”

Instead of screaming out panting, frantic submission like Valerie, Alyssa wearily nods and her body rolls as she melts under the control of her own underwear. Her eyelids flutter madly as she groans and like Valerie falls onto the floor. As she grinds I pull my current back and look between the fallen.

Almost impersonal and definitely quicker than I usually like, but like Quillspawn said . . . there is much to be said for results.

I’ve never felt so good before. There’s never been such a rush after tearing away all of a woman’s mind. When I made Silhouette a slave for The Lady it was only a feeling of success and dirty, forbidden betrayal. This is a feeling like a pen in every lock twisting and clicking and making me overflow. This is how most people feel about orgasms and a promotion at once.

If it wouldn’t be damaging my owner’s property, I would want a cigarette.

The room smells so much like arousal it makes my head spin. I’m soaking with it, Valerie and Alyssa are soaking with it, and by the horrified but horny look on The Domina’s face I’m going to count her, too. Will she act, or will she surrender? I can see the struggle in her eyes. She doesn’t want to . . .

“Mist . . . Bot . . . Obeys her programming . . . Mist Bot . . . obeys . . .” Valerie’s voice chiming in again with a sweetly enslaved mantra makes my double’s eyes glaze that much more. Is she disappointed in herself that she never did it, or wishing it was done to her? If it were me, I’d be thinking both. She wants to be on the floor, and the only reason she’s questioning it isn’t strong enough to override that desire. We were born to serve the Nesatealia. It’s time she learned that.

Grinning, I step over Valerie and slowly close the distance between us. “Valerie is a helpless, enslaved little robot slut. Alyssa’s unmentionables are doing things we could elaborate on for hours. Yanuka’s oil and Quillspawn’s ink are doing things to me you only wish you were feeling. I can fix that.”

She steps back, and I step forward. Her lips tremble, and my grin grows stronger. Her hands turn from fists into loose, shaking fingers. Mine raise to stroke along her cheeks as she stares helplessly into my eyes.

She won’t fight me. She can’t fight me anymore than she could give up her love of The Lady. She’s needed a new pair of legs to nuzzle. Yanuka’s are wonderful.

Why is she even trying to pretend that she wants to resist this? Ever since Dust pushed us back against that elevator wall we’ve buckled under. We’ve resisted, we’ve wanted to resist where we failed, but not nearly as much as we wanted to feel that black lipstick staining our silver lips. We’ve wanted that heady, tired, hot feeling that only comes from being seduced. We tried to replace it with lovers, but it never really worked. If it did, I would be able to say Oli . . . livi . . . Aureus’s name. The Domina would push me away as I rub my nose into hers.

“Lucia . . . Hey . . . Me, past me, me who made the right decisions and hasn’t until now imperiled the fate of well, too many people . . .” The Domina tries to speak, but every word seems so very hard. “You have your inner light still, I can see it. She’s got you twisting and locking it up for her, but you don’t need to . . . Okay? Fight it for me Lucia . . . Fight . . . it . . .”

My thumb slowly rubs over her lips. Slowly they close and kiss my thumb. It makes my toes curl so hard that it hurts. Her eyes are thin slits. She must be aching to feel my thumb on the seam of her other lips. “No, Sarah, Domina . . . You don’t want to fight this. You want me to overpower you, and force you to carry Valerie back with us so you can feel that shameful burn of feeling like you’re betraying someone again. You know you’ll be happier as a slave, and so will they. It took such little prompting for them. Be a good girl. Spark yourself. Not to escape . . . but to surrender.”

Her hips grind into mine and I moan. Her resistance is crumbling in my hands. Literally. I can feel her shaking as she tries to speak but can’t. Her pupils are glittering, but there’s so little actually shining through besides need.

“Lucia . . . You’re right . . . That’s just what I have to do . ..” Her eyes close, and her hands wrap tightly around me. With a sharp gasp I grind harder into her, pressing us so close as her lips melt into mine. They feel better than any lips ever have, though I know Yanuka’s or Quillspawn’s would feel a million times better. Her hands pull up my top, and I pull up her top to free her breasts. We grind our bare flesh together as our hips roll. I can hear my heart beating in my ears, locked and helpless.

She’s so perfect. She’s a dream, and she’s going to be a gift for my owners. It’s the ultimate gift, the gift of myself. After her mind is melted down there will be no one even thinking about stopping the Nesatealia. That’s exactly the way things should be, and it turns me on almost more than Sarah’s sparking fingertips reaching under my skirt to play with my ass.

Wait . . . her fingertips are . . . sparked?

“You’ll thank me for this later, Lucia. What am I saying? You’re thanking me right now.” Her lips mash into mine, silencing anything I would have said, and every place her bare skin is touching me lights up with her shining silver. I feel it brightly against me. I can see through the silver glaze, but I can’t resist it. It sizzles along my spine, laps at my pussy, and burns into my brain. My locks keep tightening harder and harder, but there’s something brighter than the sparking energy burning into me. I can feel it, pure thoughts, pure something, pure . . . whatever it is, it feels so good as it burns into my locks and makes me feel tighter and tighter as they compensate.

Oil flows over my body, but her light burns it all away. I know it doesn’t even effect her at all. She’s using her light - she’s using it on me, but it’s different somehow. It’s not connecting our minds, it’s not healing mine, it’s her mind fighting its way into mine.

My mind isn’t as immune to bright lights as I am, and it’s getting harder and harder to think around it. Her fingers are underneath my panties, playing with the oil and honey between my legs. It’s too bright down there, with her fingers thrusting inside of me and churning out so much juice, so much pure light as her teeth nibble on my bottom lip.

I want to struggle, to spark back, to do something, but my body feels like I’ve been in an orgy of light and sex for years. My muscles don’t move like they should, and my light feels like just another worn out muscle. It can barely flex, it sure as hell can’t hold me up against something so much stronger.

Her lips press against mine again, and again, and again, and every time it’s a blinding white flash that makes me feel further away from myself. It makes me feel more and more of something else seeping in to pull me away from reality. Flash, flash, flash, a thousand kisses raining on my lips filling my mind with hers as her body pushes mine onto the ground and pins me to the carpet.

The world bleeds away, replaced by the bright silver and white light that feels made out of dreams and control.