Nia looked up from her textbook to see Darnelle making a beeline for her through the busy lobby of the student union, and she immediately knew that her day was effectively over. She couldn't gather up her things and leave before he got to her; the second her gaze locked onto his warm hazel eyes, Nia felt all the strength and volition drain out of her limbs. She couldn't make an excuse to put off the handsome senior; Nia knew all too well that once he began talking to her in that silky baritone voice of his, her normally quick wits melted into a sea of groggy confusion. And there was absolutely no way she could resist his suggestions. Every time she tried....
Just thinking about it led Nia back down into the inescapable groove worn into the center of her mind. The harder she tried to resist, the quicker she exhausted herself. The more exhausted she became, the weaker she was. And the weaker she was, the easier it was for Darnelle to bind her up into his unbreakable control. Nia blinked heavily, the warmth of trance stealing over her even before Darnelle had a chance to so much as whisper in her ears. Her broad, lush lips parted in a tiny thoughtless smile as her subconscious flooded her brain with dopamine for following her programming so well. The yellow highlighter she'd been using to mark up passages from DuBois fell from her nerveless ebony fingers.
Darnelle came up to her, his lips quirking into a crooked smile as he noticed the glassy, unfocused look in Nia's deep brown eyes. "Hi babe," he purred, and Nia's cunt began to slicken between her thighs at the sound of his voice. "I'm all done with classes for the day. Want to come back to my dorm and hang out for a while?" It seemed like such an innocuous offer, but Nia knew that once he had her alone, the subtle hypnotic control he held over her would become something stronger and inescapably sexual. She opened her mouth, trying to will herself to refuse....
But she knew what he wanted her to say. She knew what answer made her a good girl, and the more she struggled against it the stronger the urge to obey became. Every moment she resisted, the slope of Darnelle's domination steepened until the word 'no' slipped away into the unimaginable distances overhead. Nia's jaw went slack, her efforts now centered on simply holding her tongue still and silent as long as she could... but she knew it was futile. She knew she was only wearing herself out. And she knew that once she was worn out, once she'd exhausted herself with pointless defiance, she'd collapse even more completely into his control.
"That sounds nice," she heard herself say. A tiny droplet of drool fell onto the page of her textbook.
Darnelle helped her gather up her things, his light brown fingers brushing against Nia's ebony skin again and again as he put her laptop away and slid her textbooks into her backpack. He slung the straps over his own shoulders, a touch of dominance that went almost unnoticed save by the second pulse throbbing away between Nia's thighs; even if she could somehow muster up the volition to turn and walk away instead of meekly following three paces behind him with her gaze cast down at his feet, he had all her stuff. She had to go with him. The subtle feeling of dependence undermined her already subjugated will even further, making Nia feel helplessly weak and wet as she crossed the lobby and headed out into the chill of the early spring day.
It took them a full five minutes to cross the campus over to the dormitories, five minutes that passed without a word from Darnelle, but Nia never snapped out of her fugue of obedience. It was very much the contrary, in fact; the more she told herself that she needed to wake up and think for herself instead of sinking into the quicksand trance that claimed her thoughts, the more her futile struggles tired her out and left her weak and helpless in his power. It was a paradox that defeated her before she even began to fight it, every time--the only way she could defy Darnelle's will was to resist, but resistance only made it harder to defy Darnelle's will. Nia went around and around the vicious circle as they walked, spiraling deeper and deeper into surrender with every loop. He didn't even need to glance in her direction to know she was behind him.
