Peter woke up the following day feeling highly refreshed. He checked the magic meter on his wrist to show he had a full green stick, which made him feel good about himself.
As he made his way to the shower, he thought about what he could do to test the limits of the magic. Stopping short of brainwashing Brooke wouldn't do it, seeing as he made a girl several leagues above his have sex with him just the day before, but he also wondered if he really wanted to find out.
He remembered Lenoldo's words; the goblins are more open regarding sexual desires. Peter's weird and twisted fantasy was owning a sex slave. Maybe that could come to fruition with Brooke...
The thought alone caused Peter's cock to harden quickly. He tried to run cold water to shrink it, but it wasn't working quickly enough. He turned off the water and started to dry off. As he closed his eyes, images of Brooke crawling to him flooded his mind.
He wrapped the towel tightly around his lower body and returned to his room, ensuring his parents didn't hear him. It was a Saturday, so both Harvey and Linda liked to sleep in. Peter made it into his room and closed the door. He also picked out a standard outfit; a golf shirt with matching shorts. It was his go-to, and he hoped it might allow him to blend in a little at the University.
He checked his phone for the first time of the day and saw a text from Brooke.
"Could hardly stop thinking about you last night. When are you coming?"
Peter quickly replied. "I'm just about to leave."
Brooke replied with a heart emoji.
Peter left a note for his parents before heading out the door, hopping into his beat-up Honda Civic.
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The University campus was on the other side of town from Peter's house, so it took him about 30 minutes to get there. The real chore was parking, as Peter tried to find an open spot.
'I have magic; why not use it?' Peter thought. He hit the brakes, thought about finding an open parking spot, and snapped his fingers. He blinked, but when he opened his eyes again, it was like he had x-ray vision as he saw right through a house and yard to see an open parking spot on the street. Peter smiled. 'I could get used to this.'
Peter parked and made his way to the central part of the campus. Brooke told him to meet her at her dorm and gave him the building, room number, and some broad directions. Peter was able to find it, and Brooke was waiting for him by the door, smiling, wearing a crop top and shorts that accentuated her figure. She was a knock-out, simply put.
Brooke leaned in for a kiss, and as she put her arms around Peter, she lifted from the kiss and whispered, "I need that cock again."
Peter gulped but then smiled. "How about you show me around first? Then we can come back here."
Brooke pulled back and smiled back at Peter. "If that's what you want, baby, we can do that."
Brooke took Peter by the hand and led him out of the dorm building. From there, an extended tour began, as Brooke explained the several buildings from the exterior, where specific classrooms and lecture halls were located, and what facilities she had never entered. Finally, the most exciting part for Peter was the athletics area. The baseball and football practice fields were adjacent, and while baseball season just wrapped up, football season would get underway in a matter of weeks.
"I can't remember. Did you play in High School?" Brooke asked.
Peter shook his head. "I tried out but never made it. I guess you could say I'm a late bloomer."
Brooke shrugged. "Maybe you could walk on. A friend of mine walked on to the Volleyball team last season, and she got to play quite a bit near the end of the year."
Peter thought about it. "I'm not sure what sport I could walk on for. I like all of them."
Brooke laughed. "There's gotta be one you like best. And besides, our teams are kinda shitty anyway."
Peter smirked as she was painfully accurate.
Brooke continued the tour and led Peter passed the Admissions Building.
"Are you going to apply? I think you might be able to get into some classes still."
"I don't even know what I want to do," Peter sighed. "Maybe business or law, I don't know."
"If you're in business, we'd maybe have some classes together," Brooke said with a smile.
"Is that what you're taking?" Peter asked.
Brooke nodded excitedly. "I want to run my own business one day. I'd love a good partner." She winked as he raised his eyebrows.
"I'll get my transcript ready to go and submit it on Monday. Deal?" Peter said.
Brooke's smile grew wider as she kissed him again. She didn't care that people were watching as Peter and Brooke stood in the middle of the walkway.
The tour ended as Peter and Brooke returned to the dorm. Brooke indicated that she usually had the dorm for herself, but her roommate would pop in periodically.
"She's a real bitch," Brooke stated. "If I didn't have to live in dorms, I wouldn't."
Brooke opened the door to her dorm room and sat on the bed. Peter joined her.
"Why do you have to live in a dorm?" Peter asked.
Brooke's expression changed. She started to tear up. "My family lost a lot of money, so they all had to move. I was able to stack my dorm rent onto my student loan, so I'm here by myself. It fucking sucks, but I'm trying to make the best of it for them. They believe in me."
Peter pulled Brooke in for a hug. He learned more about Brooke's family story, how a bad investment or two led to their parents divorcing, and her younger sister moving away with her Dad to Texas while her Mom moved to California.
"My sister and I were really close," Brooke said with tears remaining in her eyes. "Her name is Lucy. You'd really like her. She's 19, only a couple of years younger than us."
Brooke sighed and leaned on Peter's shoulder. Peter got a great view of Brooke's cleavage in her crop top but tried not to ruin the moment.
Brooke looked up at Peter after a while and smiled. "You're such a supportive guy, Peter. I've never dated anyone like you before."
"I guess I'm not like most guys," Peter shrugged.
Brooke's smile grew wide. "Well, besides that, what else makes you so special?" She asked teasingly.
"I... I guess you could say I can use magic..." Peter exclaimed. He couldn't believe he admitted that to Brooke.
However, Brooke's expression didn't change. "Magic, you say? What kind of magic?"
"Um, well, I'm not sure I should say... you might think it's weird..." Peter stammered.
"Oh, come on, try it on me," Brooke demanded. "What's the worst that could happen?"
"I could think of a few things..." Peter weakly replied. How would she react to Peter telling her they're together based on this magic?
"I'm waiting..." Brooke teased.
Peter cleared his throat. "Stand up," he ordered Brooke. Her smile grew wide as she obeyed. Peter closed his eyes and thought of Brooke in black lingerie with matching stockings and high heels. He snapped his fingers, opened his eyes, and saw Brooke's outfit change right before him. Brooke looked down and gasped.
"Oh my... you really are magic. I don't even own clothes like this..." Brooke said in surprise.
"Is that so? I can change that for you," Peter said as he stood up. Brooke looked at him, equal parts turned on and scared.
Peter circled Brooke slowly, caressing her hair as he stood behind her. Brooke let out a bated breath and closed her eyes.
"I could use magic again on you, just to see if you like it," Peter whispered into Brooke's ear.
"Mmm, what are you thinking?" Brooke asked.
"Should I just do it, and you tell me?" Peter replied. He could feel Brooke's ass pressing into his crotch.
"What are you going to do, brainwash me?" Brooke teased.
"Maybe," Peter replied, caressing Brooke's tits behind her. She gasped at the sensation.
"Fuck, that's hot..." Brooke moaned. "That's some of the wildest porn I watch and read, and I never thought it was possible..."
"Oh, it's possible," Peter said with a smile while he kissed her neck. "Is that what you want?"
"It's not... permanent, is it?" Brooke asked, sighing audibly while Peter kissed her neck in the most sensitive areas.
"It doesn't have to be. I'm sure I can also change you back," Peter said.
Brooke's moans got more and more noticeable. She quickly nodded. "Do it to me. I want to try it."
Peter thought of Brooke being a loyal sex slave. He pictured a collar on her with the same lingerie she already had on. He also thought of Brooke being aware that she was mind controlled. He let go of Brooke, closed his eyes, and snapped his fingers.
As he opened, Brooke dropped to her knees. A thick, black collar formed on her neck with a loop for a leash on the front. She looked at him, completely turned on.
"Your sex slave is at your service, Master," she said.
Peter couldn't believe it. The girl of his dreams, who probably didn't know he existed 48 hours ago, was now his sex slave.
"What's your name?" Peter asked.
"I... I don't know, Master," Brooke replied.
"What do you remember?" Peter was looking for information he knew he might not get.
However, Brooke replied. "I know I am your brainwashed sex slave, Master. I know you have powers that can turn me into a slave anytime. I am okay with you using your powers on me."
Peter found that quite interesting... and hot.
His cock was ready to burst out of his pants as Brooke looked up at him obediently. Her hands were tucked neatly behind her back.
"Well... Slave," Peter started, watching as Brooke looked on intently. "What would you like to do?"
"I am here to obey your commands, Master," Brooke said with a naughty smile. "I have no will. My body now belongs to you."
"Oh, wow," Peter said. Brooke crawled to her new Master and knelt at his feet.
"May I please you with my mouth, Master?" She begged while tugging at Peter's belt. She smiled as she unbuckled his belt slowly, anticipating his response.
