The library, a citadel of silence, an oasis of peace in a hectic college campus, and Catherine’s favorite place to be alone. Only in the safety of the library could the reclusive girl enjoy some much needed quiet to read, study, or just generally get away from people. Which is precisely why right now she sat at the most secluded table she knew, far away from the check-out desk and front entrance, hidden behind shelf after shelf of protection. 

The care she took to find a nice little spot of solitude made it all the more disappointing when Julia and Isabella walked right up to a nearby table and sat down. OK, maybe ‘nearby’ was a bit of a stretch, they were decently far away. At least far enough that they didn’t even seem to notice the mousy girl sitting there as she pulled even further back into her hiding place.

It wasn’t that she had anything against the two girls. Frankly she didn’t know either of them, like, at all. They had a gen ed English class together. Isabella was this really energetic girl with long brown hair and Julia was… Nice? Shy? A red head? That’s about it. No, it wasn’t anything against the two girls specifically. She just didn’t really like being around people; especially when she just wanted peace and quiet. Even as the two girls tried their best to whisper, Catherine could still hear them. She couldn’t tell what they were saying, but the ambient noise kept pulling her attention away from the book laying open in front of her.

Catherine sighed, unfortunately she was way too much of a pushover to ever complain. She didn’t want to be a bother to other people… even if that meant they bothered her. She doubled down her attention on the pages before her, just some stuff from her anthropology course. She propped it up on its side, further obscuring herself from the outside world. Doing her best not to let her ears perk up and her eyes wander off to have a listen at the other table’s conversation. Though that all became rather unavoidable when a faint aroma wandered into her vicinity. She perked up, looking around like a curious rabbit, trying to figure out exactly what the heck it was she was smelling. It was like a really sickly-sweet perfume. With just a hint of cinnamon or some other sort of warm spice. Like a holiday candle or… or…

Incense. Incense that Isabella was busy lighting. The girl was putting out a matchstick as two mahogany sticks started emanating a reddish-pink smoke. That was… definitely not allowed.  Were she any less cowardly, perhaps Catherine would have marched over to the librarian and gotten her to do something about it. But she didn’t want to be a snitch. She didn’t want to get her classmates into trouble just so word could spread and she could be ostracized by everyone for not keeping her mouth shut. No, it was best to just let it happen and hope the older woman came on her own to save her. Sighing she sank gloomily into her chair. Maybe it was worth risking moving this to her room today, but then again, the thought of one of her roommates inviting a boyfriend over was… way less appealing than this.

Luckily Isabella left shortly after, probably to get whatever books they needed for their little study session. At least it’d be quiet until she got back. It was just the weird aroma she had to put up with. Thankfully, due to her distance from the source, it was barely noticeable. Yeah she probably overreacted a little bit and soured her mood for no reason. It was kind of nice, faint, candy like. Although if she was even a few feet closer it probably would be overbearingly strong. How could Julia put up with it? Catherine’s eyes flicked over to the other girl. She didn’t look overwhelmed, in fact she just seemed a bit confused. Guess she must really be struggling with whatever class she was cramming for. A little incense might actually help her out. 

Anyway, Catherine needed to take advantage of Julia’s study partner not being here and get to reading. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to try and enjoy her studying as much as she could. Causing the sweet fragrance to swirl around in her head. She sighed. Definitely over reacted, it was… a really comforting smell once she got used to it. 

She turned the page to the chapter she was supposed to be looking at. Her anthropology course was actually really interesting, learning all about ancient cultures and their art and architecture fascinated her. Like this chapter on classical Greece, it was so cool to read about how they focused both on science and aesthe… aestheti--- Catherine blinked a couple of times. The word looked foreign to her for a moment. Aesthetics. Greek aesthetics. That's what this section was about. She continued reading for a few more paragraphs, slowly feeling a gentle fog rolling into her mind, until she realized her eyes had just kept drifting along the words without her even registering what they were saying. She shook her head, doubling back to try and make sense of what she just skipped over. Really focusing on each syllable to make sure she didn’t just graze over something important. It was hard. Surprisingly hard. She vaguely got it was about Greek temples, or something, but the details, she was finding it really hard to remember the details. Catherine was a great reader. This book, with its relatively simple vocabulary, should pose no problem to a seasoned bookworm like her. So why was it so hard to… focus? She took another deep breath in, trying to clear her mind, inadvertently inviting in more of the lingering fragrance around her. It was sweet. Dizzyingly sweet. Making the fog in her head thicken, like cotton candy. Her hand roamed unnoticed to her shirt collar, tugging at it absent-mindedly. Was it getting kinda hot in here?

The sound of a chair sliding along the floor shocked Catherine out of stupor. Oh, Isabella was back. And Catherine had basically gotten nothing done in her absence. Great. She stared daggers at the other two girls over her little book wall, somehow feeling their desecration of her sacred study space was somehow to blame for her poor reading performance. She watched Isabella push the incense burner towards her study partner, making room for the large stack of books she dropped onto the table. Giggling happily, completely unaware that she was the subject of the mousy girl in the corner’s ire. And Julia, who just sort of looked up dreamily at her tutor, nodded gently along whenever she heard Isabella’s sing-songy voice. Catherine wanted them both gone.

She sighed. Ok maybe it wasn’t the other two girl’s fault. Maybe she was just having an off day. Catherine decided to get back to her Greek temples. Except, with the added inconvenience of having to hear Isabella whispering every few minutes about… whatever was going on over there. Catherine put her hands through her own hair and pulled it softly in protest. She was getting annoyed. Her breath was quickening and her body felt tense. Wound-up. She tried to calm herself, taking slow even breaths to calm her mind. But each inhale just put her more on edge. Each breath just swirled the saccharine sweetness building up around her. Disorienting her just a little more. Sigh. She should… she should just get back to reading.

There was a beautiful image of a temple of Aphrodite in her textbook. Catherine wished desperately she could figure out what the author was saying about it, but Isabella just kept whispering. She could have handled the whispering on its own, but everything combined was getting to be too much. No matter how soft it was, Isabella’s voice was constant. She couldn't even hear the words, yet the noise just kept cutting into her internal monologue. Causing her to misread as her brain mixed up the unintelligible syllables she was hearing and the ones she was seeing.  Her mind felt so sluggish, like someone had poured syrup right into her thoughts. Incredibly thick and sugary syrup. Plus it was warm, really warm. The library was never this warm. She was feeling flushed, fanning herself with her free hand. That definitely wasn’t helping either. And she just kept, just kept… kept… kept……… zoning out. She was just looking at an especially long paragraph, just looking at it. Looking at it and breathing softly. Breathing in that perfumous air around her. A small trickle of drool started to form at the edge of her mouth. 

After a few moments she had the sense to wipe her lips and continue reading. It was taking forever, taking her whole minutes to finally feel confident in her retention of the material to flip the page. This next section was more info on Aphrodite. Plenty of images of famous sculptures lined the pages. Really pretty sculptures. Kinda… sexy sculptures. Subconsciously, Catherine started to rub her thighs together. She got probably one, maybe two paragraphs in before she was just looking at the images blankly. She loosened the top button on her blouse, feeling a gentle brush of cool air on her neck. It did nothing to cool off the growing heat. If anything it just made the rapidly spreading warmth suffusing itself through her body all that more noticeable. Hot. She was hot. It wasn’t the air, it was her. The heat spread in between her legs, making her keenly aware of the way she was moving them. Was she… was she getting horny…? From pictures of old sculptures? That was… that was dorky even for her. Her face went even redder with embarrassment. Her head, looking around widely to make sure no one was looking at her.

The other two girls hadn’t seemed to notice. In fact they probably still didn’t know she was there. They were too busy study---

Catherine’s eyes went wide; from where she was sitting she pretty much had an unobscured view of the scene unfolding at the other table. Julia’s hand nestled over her skirt, moving up and down, slowly. Like… like she was touching herself through her panties. Catherine turned away quickly. Blushing red. Nope. No, no. No. No. That wasn’t happening, she didn’t just see that. Her mind was just playing tricks on her. She was just weirdly horny. She must have zoned out and wandered into a messed up day dream where she was fantasizing one of her classmates touching herself in the middle of the library. It couldn’t be real, it couldn’t really be happening

Cautiously she looked back up towards the other table. Wanting desperately for the view to have changed back to normal. It hadn’t. She couldn’t help herself from staring and taking it all in. Isabella was leaning all the way over the table, swaying her hips side to side as she whispered into her partner’s ear. Gently stroking Julia’s hair, while the girl simply stared vacantly past her, her hand still clearly brushing against something between her thighs. Like Isabella was encouraging her, like she knew exactly what was going on under the table. She pulled away, bringing the incense burner closer and closer to the other girl’s face. Causing Julia’s eyes to nearly roll into the back of her head.

Catherine muffled a scream, locking her vision down at the table in front of her. Using all her effort to keep her eyes and head from moving, to keep herself from looking back. Her breath was short and shallow, a mixture of shame, arousal, and panic gripping her. There was no way, now way she wasn’t dreaming. No way this wasn’t some sort of horny daydream her mind had conjured up out of nowhere. It just couldn’t be. She couldn’t think about her two classmates playing with each other in some sort of exhibitionist fantasy. Couldn’t think about Isabella doing something to Julia, whispering things into her ear, making her do all sorts of naughty things. Using that incense, the same incense Catherine had been breathing in for who knows how long, to make Julia helplessly horny, to make her study partner unable to do anything as she turned her into whatever twisted little plaything she wanted her to be. She couldn't think about that! Because if she kept thinking about it, it would mean it was real, and if it was real, it would mean it was affecting her too.

Studying. She should get back to studying. She tried her best to keep reading, but it was no use. She couldn't stop herself from imagining what the gentle whispering she kept hearing was actually saying. Couldn’t help thinking about Isabella slowly corrupting her study partner like some insidious demoness. The fantasy borrowed its way into her mind. Sending white hot streaks of arousal through her whole body, it was taking her entire willpower not to reach down between her legs and touch herself through her panties, just like the Julia in her imagination… She… she hadn’t turned a page in more than a couple of minutes.

The sound of one of the girls standing up shook her out of her trance. Cautiously she looked up, fully expecting some even more depraved scene to be playing out in front of her. It was just Julia, excusing herself and walking away, while Isabella sat in her chair idly reading. Like nothing happened. Catherine sighed in relief. Of course it was just in her head. Just a daydream.

Right as Catherine was about to look away again. Isabella stretched, then, gingerly with one hand, put the lit incense sticks out, closed her book, stood up and walked in the direction Julia had gone. A mischievous grin, clearly visible on her face. Oh. Oh no.

Catherine’s mind started racing. That didn’t mean anything. That smirk didn’t mean anything. She was just misreading the situation. Isabella wasn’t some sort of evil dominatrix. Isabella wasn’t on her way to use her new toy right now. Julia wasn’t her toy. Catherine was just horny. Incredibly horny. Because of the incense. The one Isabella was using to brainwash Julia. Catherine pulled her hair again. Laying her head on the table, she hoped the coolness of the wood would knock some sense back into her. That was just a fantasy. A really fucking hot fantasy. Not real. Not real at all. The lingering aroma wasn’t helping. It kept stoking the heat coursing through her. The sweet scent constantly reminding her of the image burned into her mind. Julia vacant and empty, while Isabella told her exactly what to think.

She was getting hornier, somehow she was still getting hornier. Her blouse was starting to feel unnaturally sensual as it brushed oh so gently against her nipples. The wet spot in her underwear was a constant reminder that she needed release. Even as she foolishly tried to get back to reading, she couldn't help but rub her hands along her body. The words didn’t make sense anymore, her eyes just crossed and unfocused every time she tried to look at them. Instead she just looked at the pictures, the pictures of the naked goddess on the page. Watched them morph into Isabella’s innocent smiling face. She… just needed to… Just needed to deal with the ache in her pussy that kept making her think weird things. Just had to go somewhere where the incense couldn’t reach her. Catherine shook herself out of her daze. Practically jumping out of her seat as she raced towards the exit. She just had to get away from the incense, find someplace nice and private and fuck her brains out. Then everything would be fine, she just had to avoid thinking about… a muffled noise called for her attention.

She probably should have ignored it. If she was thinking anywhere close to clearly she would have just kept walking. But she wasn’t. Her mind was pretty much entirely occupied trying to keep herself from shoving her hand into her jeans as she made her way out of the library. Her curiosity was automatic, instinctual. Turning her head she looked around for the source of the noise. Not even noticing as it led her deeper into the bookshelves, further and further from her escape. She caught a glimpse of something through a gap in the books beside her. Leaning forward to peek between them, she almost couldn’t cover her mouth fast enough to stop herself from gasping.

Julia lay on the floor, back against the bookshelf, legs spread, panties around her ankles. Her mouth was holding up her shirt to expose her bare breasts while one hand slowly teased her nipples, and the other… the other frantically rubbed at her clit. Through a heavily lidded gaze she stared at the ceiling, clearly lost in masturbatory bliss. Catherine should have ran. Catherine should have gotten help, should have called the librarian, a professor, the cops. Anyone. Yet she didn’t move. To her own shock and dismay she just watched, transfixed by the girl playing with her cunt before her. Her pussy ached sympathetically. It was no use. She was too horny, too turned on, and this… this was the last push she needed to let a hand fall between her legs. The last push she needed to begin caressing herself through her pants while she looked on. While she looked at how lost in her own desires the other girl had become. Had Isabella done this to her? Had she taken the shy girl known as Julia and pushed her to the point she had no choice but to put herself on display like this, to play with herself somewhere she could easily be caught? Like Catherine was doing right now. Her hand froze. Where…? Where was Isabella?

A soft hand draped itself over Catherine's shoulder. She turned her head, meekly staring right into the confident amber eyes of Julia’s study partner. She was smiling at her. Seductively. Possessively.

“Having fun Catherine?”

Catherine couldn’t even respond, she just stammered, face beet red.

“I… well… it’s not…you… you did something to… her…”

Isabella pulled her closer, her warm breath making Catherine blush even harder. She started whispering gently into her ear.

“Awww guess you found me out. What are you going to do about it little Catherine, you gonna try and stop me. You gonna try and save Julia over there?” 

The brunette's demeaning little giggle sent a shiver down Catherine’s spine.

“Let’s not lie to each other. You’re not going to do anything. You’re not going to do anything but stare. Look at her. Trying so hard to get herself off, not even caring who wanders by and watches her, like you are right now. Hot isn’t it? Isn’t that right silly girl?”

It took every ounce of Catherine’s will power not to dart her eyes back through the little gap in the books. Every ounce she had left to keep looking defiantly into Isabella’s eyes. As defiantly as her mazy, horny brain would let her. She just admitted it. Isabella just had the audacity to walk up to her and admit everything to her face. She needed to resist. She needed to get help. She needed…

“It’s ok Cathy…”

Isabella’s free hand cupped over hers, gently nudging it to continue teasing in between her thighs. She was… Catherine was shocked by how quickly her body betrayed her.

“I saw you watching as I was messing with her head earlier. Saw that look in your eye, how badly you just wanted to keep looking. But you were scared, ashamed. Don’t worry darling, I won’t judge you, you can watch as long as you want. I know you’ve been breathing in the incense. I know how desperately you need this right now. It’s ok… go ahead.”

Isabella gently stroked Catherine’s hair, just like she did with Julia earlier. Just like she did while she filled Julia’s head with all sorts of ideas. Isabella was messing with her head. She had to get away. Head to push her off and run. But she couldn’t, she couldn’t make her body move. Her body didn’t want to move, her body just wanted to let Isabella steer her attention past the bookshelf, back to the girl completely losing her mind in ecstasy. Her body just wanted to listen.

“It took so long to get her like that. Took so long to get her desperate and horny and wanting nothing more than to cum. It took days, days of private study sessions, days of training her to associate pleasure with my voice. Of filling her head with wonderful fantasies and daydreams. Of making it so she couldn’t. Couldn’t cum without me telling her to.”

Catherine’s mind wandered, imagining what days of Isabella teasing her study partner would have looked like. The slow insidious corruption of the girl she was currently watching as she slowly gave in to her desires and became… Became that.

So distracted in her own daydream was she, that Catherine didn’t notice the hand between her legs was moving on its own. Isabella’s hand was nowhere to be found. Not until she felt the fragrant scent of an incense stick hit her. As Isabella held one right up to her face.

“Days of using this to break her, to train her. To make her mine. And I think she’s almost ready.”

Catherine watched mesmerized by horror and anticipation as Isabella placed it in the hand of the arm that was holding her in place. As she moved a flickering match to its end and lit it. Giving her a front row seat to the thick pink smoke that quickly surrounded her. Waving it in front of her face, taunting her. God. Catherin had been right. It was so much stronger up close. So much more powerful. As sickly sweetness engulfed her once more, she nearly came.

“It’s a nice smell isn't it? Sweet. Sensual. Breathe it in Cathy. You know how good it feels.”

Catherine’s body was burning, absentmindedly she took a deep breath in. Her mind went pink. She started panting. Feeling every point Isabella’s hands and body were making contact with her own. Every touch simply turning her on more. Even more than she ever thought possible. How… How was the other girl able to stand so unfazed next to her…? How was she immune? How was Isabella not desperately horny and dripping like her?

The brunette's free hand found her chin, gingerly pulling her head to look at her, to stare into her eyes. She understood. Looking deeply into Isabella’s eyes she understood. It was affecting her. But she wasn’t desperate. She was hungry. Hungry for her….

A soft moan escaped from Catherine’s lips, understanding it was over. Understanding Isabella had won, that she was just putty in her hands now. That she had no choice but to listen as she kept talking.

“I can tell you’re like me Cathy. I can tell the idea of watching a girl fall like this excites you to no end. But you’re weak. So weak, so horny, so desperate. Desperate to cum aren’t you?”

Catherine could only nod, why hadn’t she cum yet? She should, she should do that right now. Her hands flew to undo the buttons on her jeans, working quickly to give her access to her clit. Isabella’s hand roamed down to meet them, firmly cupping her fingers over her crotch, stopping her from touching anything. Poor Catherine didn’t have the presence of mind to try and move it; she just rolled her hips, trying to get any stimulation at all from the other girl’s palm. She whimpered.

“Please…:’

Isabella laughed. The sound felt electric on Catherine’s pussy. She moved her eyes back to Julia, Catherine’s gaze obediently followed.

“Help me. Help me break her completely, help me break whoever I want and I promise you little Cathy, I promise you, you can cum as much as you want. Join me. Be mine.”

Isabella pulled her even closer for emphasis. While Catherine just starred transfixed at Julia. Imagining all the ways she could tease her, use her, break her. Make her into the perfect slut for Isabella. She couldn’t deny it, she couldn’t deny how good it sounded. She inhaled sharply, halfway between a breath and a moan as she felt the pink smoke swirl into her mind. Leaving no room to even think about resisting. It sounded perfect. Wonderful. And all she had to do was surrender.

Catherine came, doing her best to gag herself with her own hands. Isabella giggled, her wonderful melodic demeaning little giggle sending a pulse of pleasure through Catherine’s entire body.

“Good girl. Good girl, Cathy.”

Isabella pet her, brushing her fingers through her hair again.

“Say: thank you Mistress”

“Thank you… Mistress.”

Catherine didn’t even register what she was saying, she just stood there, in the afterglow of her orgasm gently breathing in more and more pink smoke. Broken. Letting Isabella move her body for her. Smiling gently as more instructions got whispered into her empty little head. As she was told exactly who she was supposed to be now. As Isabella handed her the incense, as she led her by the arm, led her around the bookshelf they had been peeking through, around until Catherine was standing over Julia. The red head looked up at her, lost, confused, unable to understand why she was so horny, why she couldn't cum, why Catherine was here. But Catherine knew. Catherine knew exactly what to do. She knelt down beside her, using one hand to expertly touch and tease and grope Julia’s exposed nipples along with her, and the other to mesmerize her, to wave the little stick of sweet fragrance around her and wash away all that confusion, all those thoughts, all that resistance.

“Good girl, Julia”

Catherine whispered, a new kind of thrill filling her.

“Submitting to your desires, doing exactly as you were told. Desperate to cum. You are desperate to cum… right?”

Julia whimpered. Unable to nod, unable to do anything but let Catherine play with her. A hand patted Catherine’s head. Praising her. Encouraging her. Nudging her to continue. To continue whispering in Julia's ear. To keep programming her like Mistress wanted. So they could both surrender to her together. Catherine smiled. Studying was going to be far more fun like this.