And Ophelia Blinked

"...Friends?" I offered.

"Yeah. Or whatever. I, um, yeah. Whatever," she managed.

I gave her a friendly confused glance and chuckled. "Well, I like the idea of us being friends again, Ophelia." I smiled warmly. "Shake on it?"

I outstretched my hand and I swear I saw her heart physically start to bump. She let out a short, sharp exhale, and slowly began to bring her hand up, the one that was rubbing her pussy over her skirt. Slowly, barely at all, her hand rose to meet mine.

All of a sudden, her two hands snatched mine, and she brought my hand to her face. She was losing her control over herself. She brought my hand right up to her nose and inhaled mightily, taking in my scent, losing any control and letting out a loud, lusty, "mmmmmmmh," practically cradling my hand in hers.

I pulled my hand back, still playing the part. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked, confused and slightly angry. In reality, I was grateful. I didn't know what was going to happen, but now that we had physical contact, I could, while she held my hand, provide some... insurance. If warping minds was like planting the seed, what I did was like spraying some pesticide. On the off chance Cam was like me, I wanted to make sure he wouldn't undo my progress and erase my commands with his own. To my knowledge, even others with my Gift couldn't rewarp thoughts that were 'strengthened,' so I took the opportunity to reinforce and strengthen my effects on her. From this point forward, only I could change and warp her thoughts. I had a monopoly on this woman's mind. And to think, the way we started out was so promising.

Ophelia pulled her hand back, mortified at herself. She just grabbed my hand and inhaled my scent when she just wanted to shake it. Her entire face was red and she couldn't look me in the eye. "Ineedtogo," she blurted out, grabbing her things and running away. I looked around to see that a few onlookers were looking this way and were definitely looking at her. Whether they were looking for long, I couldn't say, but I definitely was satisfied at how this was all playing out.

Were Ophelia of sound mind, I'm sure she would have preferred to bury her head in her pillow that night and forget about speaking to me ever again, but of course, that wasn't how this was going to play out. Quite frankly, even with the situation as it was, it was quite clear Ophelia's mind was incredibly strong. Many weak-willed people would have submitted to their urges right then and there, so I had to be careful not to up the dosage too much more.

Just a little more.

Sure enough, less than an hour later, Ophelia was texting me later. The advantage of texting was that she didn't stutter and she could proofread every message, and she didn't have to see my face after every message so she felt a little bolder. One quick apology and an 'I don't know what came over me' later and I told her all was forgiven, and we talked for half the night.

It was very clear that somewhere in her mind Ophelia still decided she disliked me, or didn't trust me or something, but that part of her was being rapidly overruled. In between doing homework and video games and things like that, I'd answer her messages, and she'd keep looping back to making some pithy sexual comment, usually as some joke's punchline or something. Being a gentleman, of course, I kept looping back to non-sexual topics, but eagerly answering her.

With the dose upped a little more, she began to stop coming to economics classes. I suppose that was inevitable, and less attention-grabbing than the alternative, though I was a tad disappointed. Still, this gave me an opportunity to text her and ask if she was okay.

Ding!

Yeah, I'm fine! Just real busy haha, thanks for thinking of me haha :)

I thought to myself for a bit, the voice of the professor's lecture drowning out before it even reached my ears. To help me concentrate, I would have made him stop talking, but that would raise suspicion and while I couldn't speak for others, I couldn't only plant the seed for one person at a time. I grinned when I thought of the perfect response, offering to bring her notes from today's lecture.

Ding!

Yeah, that would be amazing. I live in 305 in the Roberts building, you remember the one, please hurry

Ding!

ofc you don't have to actually hurry, I don't know why I said that haha

The poor girl. I smiled to myself and took notes, possibly for the first time ever, for the remainder of the class. As soon as it was dismissed, I rushed over to Ophelia's dorm or res or whatever they called it and rang the doorbell.

Ophelia answered, looking lively yet simultaneously like she was only getting less sleep. She was dressed only in some kind of bathrobe, and her chest was heaving. "Hey, hi, thanks for coming," she breathily, almost seductively yet clumsily, told me. "Come on in."

"Hey, thanks," I replied, coming in and taking my backpack off my back. "Nice place you got here."

Ophelia stared at me for a few seconds. "Oh right, you've never been here before," she muttered, her chest still heaving, her eyes never leaving me. "Crazy that we've never come back here together to like, fuck or anything." She immediately started doing a forced, almost panicked laugh after she said that.

I joined in, and rolled my eyes at her. "Always cracking jokes," I told her, reaching into my backpack and pulling out the notes I took from economics class. "Anyway, here are the notes I promised you."

"The what?"

"You know, the notes..."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she told me with a blank yet distracted face.

"...The whole reason I came over?" I chuckled.

She thought to herself for a few seconds before laughing again. "Oh, right! Ha, sorry. Where is my head today?"

Once again, I joined her in laughing, deciding here was private enough. Her roommate clearly wasn't home yet. Up the dose, one final time.

"You know..." she began, practically twitching in place. She cut herself off and remained silent.

"Hm?" I goaded her.

"Just, like, it wouldn't have been too crazy for us to have come back here to, you know, fuck. Not saying we should, but that's not, like, too crazy, you know? It could have happened."

My brow furrowed. "Um, I guess? You did get really offended at the mere idea of me asking you for, what was it, 'sexual favors...'"

Ophelia rolled her eyes, clearly also trying to play a character at this point. She was, ironically, a terrible actor. "Oh my God Randy, don't hold up my exact wording as this, like, all-seeing... you know. Don't expect me to keep..." Up the dose, just a bit. "...to keep... keep on..." Her eyes glassed over. Her hands started to move, without even her realizing at first, with her left hand rubbing her boob over her housecoat and her other snaking inside the housecoat, no doubt masturbating herself as she stood. She wanted me. She wanted me so badly.

"Oh my god, Ophelia, you're... y-you're playing with yourself!" I exclaimed in disgust and shock.

"Do you like it?" she asked lustily, her big doe-like eyes looking up seductively at me. She couldn't help herself. She went through the looking glass. She was too turned on to pretend anymore. "Randy, I've been thinking lately... I fucking want you. I want you so badly. Let's go to my room, I'll let you do whatever you want with me."

"Ophelia, what the fuck?! Where the hell is this coming from?" I demanded.

"I just want you," she repeated seductively. "I want you to fuck me, I want you to shoot your load deep inside me, I want you to fucking put a baby in me, Randy."

Huh. Upping the dosage this much makes a desire for pregnancy. Either that or this was a particular fetish of hers. Either way, noted.

Ophelia pulled on the belt of her housecoat and shrugged it off, revealing she was naked underneath. Completely naked, shamelessly rubbing herself off while biting her lip and staring hungrily at my crotch, her chest heaving for me, her mind completely broken by me.

"But I thought you didn't want me to be your boyfriend," I protested.

A bit of autonomy returned to her eyes before disappearing again, flashing like lightning. "I... don't. I don't think I want anything serious. I can't want anything serious, Cam would murder me."

"You're with Cam now?!" I asked, surprised. I didn't need to act for that emotion in my voice.

She nodded dumbly, staring at my crotch. "I need that cock, Randy. You're so fucking hot."

Quite frankly, no I wasn't, I wasn't exactly good looking, even though I may not have been ugly either. Ophelia made it clear in one of her lovely 'just being honest' speeches just a few short weeks ago that she did indeed think I was ugly, so it was clear just sexually wanting me made her either lie or change her mind on that really quickly. I wasn't exactly a standout, though. I was closer to fat than skinny. I was probably smaller than average in the endowment department. I didn't have a model's face. But I didn't need any of that. I didn't even want any of that. What I wanted, I was making it happen.

"How long have you been with Cam?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

"Just a few weeks or so. We're just starting out," she mumbled, still rubbing herself but collapsing to her knees. She had such a petit little frame. She had practically no boobs, but it was clear her nipples were incredibly sensitive, especially when they were engorged and almost painfully stiff like this.

"Have you fucked him yet?" I asked, fairly sure I could ask her anything intrusive (which she normally hated) without breaking her spell of lust at this point.

She shook her head. "I don't really like sex," she told me, the irony lost on her as she couldn't help stroking the outline of my cock in my jeans. "I've blown him a couple of times because he really wanted it..."

Oh, what the hell. I closed my eyes. Planting a seed. 'If it can't be with Randy, I don't want to have sex at all. I'll refuse all of it unless it's with him.'

"...but I don't think I'll be doing that anymore. I just... realized I want you inside me so badly. It's you I want. No one else. I... can't explain it, but I just need you... please, Randy..."

I smiled, my eyes still closed. One last seed, since this was about torture, not pleasure. 'Not even fingers, or dildos, or anything. Nothing pleases me sexually unless it's Randy. If it can't be Randy, I'll just have to suffer.'

Immediately, Ophelia retracted her finger from inside herself. "Please, Randy," she whined, submissively looking up at me. "I... I know it's weird, and we've had our... history... but you're all I want. Nothing can satisfy me but you. Please, just whip it out and fuck me. You can have my body anytime you want. It's yours. No need to ask, just use me. My body is yours, just fuck it. Treat me like your sex toy, just fuck me already... please?"

And here we were. The prestige. "No."

"Oh, Randy, I nee-"

"I said, no. You'll just have to suffer," I told her, my voice changing.

"What...?" she asked, confused. We were still in the first room of her dorm, which functioned as a living room, so she got up onto a couch, my words rattling her. At the same time, she was still under such a spell of lust that she spread her legs wide open for me while sitting down, giving me a clear view of her puffy full labia, clearly incredibly turned on. Even while rattled by my words, she couldn't help drooling slightly for me, from both holes. "What do you mean, suffer?"

"You want nothing more than to fuck me right now," I told her. I debated not telling her, but I figured I'd leave her with at least the courtesy of knowing why. She deserved that much. "You can't explain it, but all day long, your thoughts are consumed with wanting to fuck me. That's why you didn't come to economics. You knew you couldn't control yourself."

"Y-you know?! How??" Ophelia blurted, her pussy lips pulsing with lust for me and only me.

I couldn't help myself from grinning at her, a grin she'd never seen before. "Because you accused me of only ever wanting sex from you, and it was abundantly clear our friendship as we knew it was over, so I wanted you to be a hypocrite in just one more way."

"Wha..." Ophelia asked, horrified yet still gyrating her hips slightly towards me. She looked pathetic. Scared, naked and shameless about it, grinding towards me, too dumb and turned on around me to do literally anything else.

"I have gifts, Ophelia. Gifts I never used on you. But you decided to project onto me. You complain about awful, entitled men, then got with the most awful, entitled man on the whole campus. Good work. You found the one guy so believing in your friendship, that he could have literally at any time hypnotized you into being an idiot slut for him." Ophelia moaned impulsively when I said 'idiot slut.' "And he didn't. And you somehow managed to not only believe that he was entitled-"

"You are entitled, Randy," she complained.

Well, that's what I got for making her fall in lust with me without removing her hatred for me. "-but that he only ever wanted you for sex. So this, is what you get."

"I... I can't believe... you fucking asshole..." Ophelia could barely say above a whisper, crushed. "So... you did this..."

I nodded. "All of it. This is how you feel now. I caused it, and I could make it all go away, or worsen it, at any time."

"F-fuck you," Ophelia said, taking her hands and spreading her pussy lips to entice me, making sure not to please herslef accidentally with those hands. "I don't answer to you. I'll just... have to get you to fuck me and then I'll s-show you that..." She paused and reflected at what she said, as I couldn't help but laugh at her.

She was getting madder by the second. "I'm strong! I'm my own person, you goddamn stupid man! I can... I can get you to fuck me anytime I... I don't need... I... I need you... I fucking need you Randy, please just fuck me..."

"See? You're completely helpless."

"I am not!"

"Aren't you with Cam? What would he think if we fucked?" I asked nonchalantly.

"I would literally kill him just to feel your cock inside me," Ophelia said bluntly and fully assured of herself, before clamping a hand onto her mouth and looking at me in horror.

I raised my eyebrows. "Wow, Ophelia. You know, I only really made you horny for me. I have no control on the specific things it makes you say."

"You need to... you really need to reverse it, please... I've learned my lesson... or at least fuck me once, just once, please..." Ophelia begged.

"Oh, that's the most beautiful part," I told her, realizing that I was just a monologuing Bond villain at this point but not caring, reveling in getting to see her face as she realized what was now upon her. "You know in your heart that you can never get fucked, or even get pleasure, from anyone or anything again. Cam, any other man, even your own fingers. You know the only thing that belongs inside you is me."

Ophelia nodded eagerly, dreamily picturing me inside her.

"I graduate in a few weeks, Ophelia. And then, I leave this university. Forever."

Her face turned to pure horror as she realized what I said. "You're- what?! This wasn't even about fucking me?"

"It never was," I told her flatly. "Had you believed me, you would not be in your position now. It's a shame. I really liked you. I genuinely liked you as a friend. So, what a twist, you're the one that actually hates me as a person but only wants me to have sex with you. Crazy how life works out, huh?"

Ophelia looked at me, her pussy quivering, her face twisted in horror.

"And all this would be solved if I just let the past be the past and enjoy the present we have now, and fuck you senseless every day," I continued.

Ophelia's face softened into an expression of hope.

"Just one problem: I'm never going to do that. I'll never fuck you. Never will. After I finish talking, I'm gonna walk right out those doors and I'll make sure I never see you again. If you try to find me, I'll place a restraining order on you. I'll never see you, and I'll never fuck you, as long as you live. And your whole life - and I wish you well with it by the way - you won't be able to go for too long without losing yourself in thoughts of getting fucked by me. And more importantly, you will never be able to allow yourself to get fucked by anyone or anything else. Your whole life, you'll only be wishing and thinking of me, of this." I gestured between my legs. "And you'll. Never. Get it." I moved in close to her face, to the extent where she could drink in my scent, and smiled. "Hate me all you want. It won't make a damn bit of difference to me. And hey, at least you'll be able to hate me for shit I actually did now. But we'll both know that no matter how much you hate me, you'd get on your knees and do anything I asked of you."

Not even bothering to look back at her, I turned around and started to leave, pausing for one quick moment. "And I bet you really thought you got me. With anything. Anytime you drunkenly called me. You really thought you were in control. Now that's entitlement."

I turned back one last time to look at Ophelia, and for the hell of it, upped the dose one last time. She looked at me in pure horror, needing it so badly it looked like it physically hurt at this point. I smiled sweetly. "Goodbye, Ophelia."

The last expression from her I saw was when I was closing the door on my way out. She had her eyes fully closed, in utter defeat. The kind of defeat I had never seen on a human's face before. I drank it in, then loudly shut the door, never seeing her again after that, but knowing that every time her eyes closed after that, any time she so much as blinked, she wouldn't be able to see anything but me.