By NAMB
Copyright 2019 by NAMB all rights reserved
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The Trinity Coven – 2
The cafeteria was the usual bustle of kids chattering away and acting
animated having been temporarily released from the prison of the
classrooms.
The girls seated themselves where they could view the
serving line. The trio of bullies appeared and made their way through
the line.
Ron was first, he took a couple of cartons of milk and
managed to down half of one in a gulp before getting the register to
check out.
The girls whispered, hand cupped to ear, among each other on what to do. The decided to go with Madison’s suggestion.
As he approached the register, Ron tripped: apparently
over his own feet since there was nothing to trip on. He didn’t fall,
but in the process of regaining his balance he tilted his tray until
the contents spilled all over his front.
As an extra bonus, Madison, who could see the act as if
it were in slow motion, arranged for the open milk container to spill
its contents on the front of his jeans. In addition to having food all
over his clothes, he had a huge wet spot over his crotch that he’d have
to deal with for the rest of the day.
The commotion was enough to draw at least a quarter of
the room’s attention and soon there was a cafeteria of kids laughing at
his misfortune. Ron’s face turned red either with embarrassment or
anger as he shouted at the nearest kids to stop laughing at him. It
didn’t do his ego a lot of good when the matronly Ms. Miller offered
him a rag to clean himself up.
Someone in the crowd shouted out, “Cleanup on aisle 5.”
Maison smiled and asked, “Who’s next?”
“Me!” piped up Ann. “I want to do Sam.”
It was a simple set-up. Sam dropped his phone and when
he went to pick it up, the back seam in of his pants split from waist
to crotch. Ann saw to it that it opened wide enough to reveal that he
was wearing “thighty whities.” Another poor boy who had to live with
embarrassment of the rest of the day.
As it was, he was later given a towel to wrap around
himself as he stepped out of his jeans and handed them to one of the
girls in the Home Economics class to have them patched up. The class
got a full view of his underwear as the towel dropped when he tried to
put his jeans back on.
“OK Lisa, you’re on,” Madison said. “What do you have in mind for Dave?”
“I’m going to need your help on his one, girls. I don’t
know if I am strong enough to do it on my own.” She told her friends
her plan and they agreed.
Dave felt the swelling in his pants. At first he thought
nothing of it. Like any teenaged boy, he popped a boner every now and
then for no apparent reason. However this erection was not going down.
It seemed to get harder and harder. What’s worse, it started to itch.
As he walked down the hall or sat in class, people
stared at him. Girls would stop in the hall and cluster and whisper to
each other and point his way. Several times he was caught scratching at
his crotch when he thought nobody was looking.
Even Ron and Sam noticed. “What the matter with you,
man. Are you so horny you have to jerk off in the middle of math
class?” They chided him.
The girls released Dave from their spell at dismissal
time. They heeded the warning, “If you have an erection lasting more
than four hours ...” Besides without a crowd to witness the bulge in his
crotch, there was limited humiliation potential.
As they walked away from the school, the girls high-fived each other.
“That’s a good start for Hell Week,” Madison said. “Next time, some male nudity.”
“Now you’re talking,” Ann said.
-=o=-
The girls had discussed what they were going to do. It
had to do with what they were studying in class for the past week: the
decade of the 1960’s. It was the best of times with man walking on the
moon, Beatlemania, Woodstock and it was the worst of times with the
Cold War, Vietnam, political assassinations and with Civil Right’s
strife.
There were other topics as well such as the women’s
liberation movement, the counter-culture movement of the hippies and a
thing called streaking.
The girls could not believe it, but grown men, mostly
college students, would take off their clothes and run naked through
public venues such as sporting events and other gatherings. The girls
in the class giggled at the descriptions and the videos while the boys
blushed. Unfortunately for the girls the videos revealed nothing:
either the streakers were too far away to see anything or were seen
with naked butts from behind. The few good frontal views had the best
bits blurred by the editors.
It was time for the girls to try something new: mind
control. They had already established that they could master mood
control: the bullies’ indifference towards Charles and Stephanie’s
brief infatuation with him.
This was more difficult. Mood control works on a general
feeling. In that way, it is like an area weapon or carpet bombing: no
precision is required. Mind control was different: it required the
altering of specific thought patterns and actions.
They knew that they could interfere with muscle control:
at least eye-hand coordination as they did with the boys’ basketball
game or with Ron’s misstep in the cafeteria, but this was an order of
magnitude bigger.
They studied the book intensely and made a trial run,
convincing one teacher not to give a quiz that she was planning to give
the class. She gave it the following day, so the effect was temporary,
and the order of the universe was restored.
Wednesday was the day. The girls had planted the seed in the boys’ minds the day before.
-=o=-
The boys hid themselves in the equipment closet in the
gym. They stripped down to their sneakers and waited. The bell rang and
the girls started to stream into the gym. Mrs. Beasley called them to
order, and the girls assumed a formation facing her. She blew her
whistle and the girls emulated the movements of their teacher with
their warm-up routines.
This was the moment the boys were waiting for. The plan
was to streak between Mrs. Beasley and the class and keep on sprinting
full out to the double doors leading to the boys’ locker room where
they had another change of clothes.
They pulled hoods over their heads so they would not be recognized. They opened the door and started running.
For a few moments, nothing happened. A couple of girls
hearing the noise, looked over in their direction. Madison, Ann and
Lisa, being sort of in the know, looked too and let out a high-pitched
screech that only tween girls are capable of. Even though they knew it
was going to happen, they were still not totally prepared for what they
were seeing.
That got the rest of the class’ attention and soon every
girl’s eyes were on the naked running boys approaching them. There were
gasps, screeches, screams and giggles. Mrs. Beasley stood there in
shock even as the first boy passed her.
The boys went by quickly despite the holding spell the
coven was trying to enforce on them. They had reached their objective:
the doors to the boys’ locker room. One of them pulled on the doors,
and nothing happened. They were locked!.
School policy and fire safety code dictated that they
should have been opened during school hours. But school policy did not
recon with the power of witches. The girls already knew that they could
control the behavior of small physical things like locks on doors. This
one was simple: all it took was a push on a button.
The second boy piled into his buddy. He too, pulled on the door in vain. Soon he was joined by the third.
Madison, Ann and Lisa broke ranks and charged towards
the boys. “Get them, girls,” they shouted. The other girls, seizing the
opportunity, joined the pursuit.
The boys turned towards their approaching female mob and
looked at them with terror. Even through the masks wide, fear-filled
eyes greeted the crowd. For the first time, they moved their hands over
their groins to cover up.
They were soon surrounded by two dozen girls with no means of escape.
Mrs. Beasley pushed her way through the crowd. “What is
the meaning of this? Who are you boys? Take off your hoods so we can
see who you are?”
The boys made no move.
“Take them off, or I will take them off for you.”
Reluctantly, the boys removed the hoods.
Mrs. Beasley snorted, “I might have thought so. You
three have been nothing but trouble since the day you got here. I’m
sending you straight to the principal’s office ... As you are ... And to
make sure you get there, I’m sending you with an escort.
Madison, Ann, Lisa! Take these boys to Ms. Johnson’s office immediately.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the girls replied, not at all surprised to be selected for the task.
Mrs. Beasley blew her whistle again, “Come on, girls.
We’ve had our entertainment for the day. The show is over. Let’s get
back in line and back on with the class.”
The girls sauntered back to where they had been, every
last one with her turned head looking towards the gym exit with envy
for the trio escorting the naked boys. As the boy’s bare butts receded,
the girls could not help but giggle: a sound that echoed in the
otherwise empty gym.
Classes were still in session, so there were few people
in the hall. The few the girls encountered with their naked troupe of
boys, said nothing but stared.
The secretary was startled by the arrival of three girls in their PE outfits accompanied by three naked boys.
Madison spoke first, “Mrs. Beasley told us to bring
these boys to Ms. Johnson. They were running naked through the girls’
PE class.”
“I better get you in immediately. I can’t have naked boys hanging out in the office.”
She picked up the phone to Ms. Johnson’s office. “Sorry
to disturb you ma’am, but we have a situation that requires your
immediate attention. You have got to see this. I’ll bring them right
in.”
Ms. Johnson stood up abruptly as the group entered her
office. She recovered quickly and said, “I’m sure there is some sort of
explanation for this.”
Madison provided that explanation, “We were in Mrs.
Beasley’s gym class and the boys came out of the equipment room and ran
past us naked, like you see them now.”
The boys stood, hands over crotches with heads bowed and said nothing.
Ms. Johnson looked at her secretary and said, “Patricia,
I’ll deal with this. Why don’t you go back to your desk? Thank you.”
Patricia left, disappointed, but not without a final look at the boys.
The principal thought about dismissing the girls as
well, but for some reason decided to keep them in the room while she
interrogated the boys.
“Why don’t you girls have a seat and get comfortable while I talk to the boys. You can help me corroborate their story.”
She got up and walked around to behind the chairs where
the girls were sitting. She was a statuesque woman and decided to use
her height to intimidate the boys. She was able to exhibit her power
better by standing than by sitting behind her desk.
“Turn around!” she commanded. The boys shuffled around until they were facing both her and the girls.
Then with a sharpness of voice usually associated with a
drill sergeant said, “Heads up! Eyes open! Look at me! Hands on your
heads!”
The boys complied with all but the last instruction. They merely looked at each other.
“Eyes on me and hands on head,” Ms. Johnson repeated.
“But Ms. ...” Sam started to say.
“Look, you boys were proud to be naked in front of a whole class of girls. Why are you so suddenly modest?”
The boys didn’t answer, but did comply and slowly moved their hands up.
The girls, who were sitting with heads at about
penis-height got the perfect show. They looked at each other and
smiled. They knew that by the end of the day every girl in the school
would know what happened in the gym and that the three of them took the
boys to the principal’s office for a private meeting. There would be
questions about what happened. They knew that this moment would be a
highlight.
“I don’t know what you boys were thinking. There is
certainly nothing there that’s too terribly impressive to be proud of.
If I were thinking of using you as live models in the Health and Human
Development Class, I think the girls would be disappointed.” She said
seemingly taking delight in disgracing their masculinity.
“Of course you are flaccid so maybe that’s not a fair statement.”
That gave at least one of the girls and idea. As Ms.
Johnson slowly walked around the boys inspecting them from the back,
Dave’s penis started to erect.
Madison and Ann giggled silently at Lisa. “She’s at it
again,” they thought. Remote erections were her specialty. Then in a
unified sisterly thought, the other two girls decided, “Why should she
have all the fun?” and erected the other two boys.
Each of the boys’ faces were crimson with embarrassment.
Ms. Johnson could not fail to notice as she completed her inspection. “It looks like you boys are actually enjoying this.”
She continued with her questioning, “Ron, you’re the ringleader of this gang, what were you thinking? What made you do it?”
“I ... I don’t know Ms. It just sort of happened. I mean
we didn’t think about it; we just thought it would be fun to do it. We
really didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a prank to shock the
girls. Besides it was Dave’s idea.”
Dave immediately responded, “Was NOT! Sam suggested it.”
“Not me!” came the denial.
There was a short period of bickering as the boys each
denied coming up with the idea. Madison and her friends knew better: it
was the girls’ idea to have the boys do it; they were the ones who
placed the idea in the boys’ minds.
“That’s enough!” Ms. Johnson admonished, putting an end
to the debate. “So now how do you boys feel? Are you proud of what you
did? Do you still think being naked in front of a class full of girls
is a fun thing?”
Each boy lowered his head and mumbled a “No.”
“You are all suspended for a full week. I don’t think
you’d want to show your faces around here for at least that long
anyway. I’ll be sending official written notices to your parents and I
will be calling them as soon as I can. Until they can come and pick you
up, you’ll be in detention.
Now where are your clothes?”
“In the gym equipment room.” Sam offered.
“Good!” Turning to the girls she said, “Take them back
to the gym and let them fetch their clothes and go into the locker room
and get dressed. Have them meet you outside and then take them back
here.”
The trip back to the gym was a lot more exciting. It was
now between classes and the halls were packed. Students and teachers
were both taken back by the sight of three naked boys being led through
the school by three girls in their gym outfits.
Boys looked on in disbelief, girls gathered, whispered, giggled and pointed.
The girls completed escorting the boys to the gym where
the doors to the boys’ locker room was now unlocked! There were a
couple of students, both boys and girls, in the gym early for the next
period. They just looked and said nothing.
The girls had second thoughts about escorting the boys
into the equipment room, but it was too crowded in there. So they
settled for having the boys leave the door open as they got their
clothes.
“We could get dressed in here,” Ron said.
“Ms. Johnson said you were to get dressed in the boys’ locker room.”
It made no sense; the boys could have just as well
gotten dressed with the clothes they had in the equipment room. But the
girls followed their instructions to the letter of the law and paraded
their naked charges back across the gym. The coven wanted to extend the
boys’ embarrassment until the very last moment. Only then did they
complete their assignment, dropping them off at the principal’s office.
They reported to their next class still in their PE
uniforms. Mr. Rogers, their French teacher said, “No need to explain. I
heard what happened and understand why you girls are ‘en retarde.’
Assez vous.”
-=o=-
Word had apparently made its way around the school, at
least with the teachers. The three girls were dismissed early from Mr.
Rogers class so they could go back to the girls’ locker room and change
out of their PE uniforms for the rest of their classes.
This put them in the room when the first-year girls came in from their PE class.
“There they are,” one of girls said, excitedly as if she had seen a rock star.
Other girls gathered around them and they were besieged by questions.
“Did you really see them naked?” “All three of them?”
“What do they look like?” “Are they cut or uncut?” “How big were they?”
“Did they have hard-ons?” “Who’s the biggest?” “Did Ms. Johnson give
them a spanking?” “Who has the cutest one?” “Did anyone get any
pictures of them?” “Do you think they’ll do it again?” and so on.
Madison, Ann and Lisa spared no detail in describing the
events and especially their private viewing in the principal’s office.
Girls were giggling and chattering at every full stop. In the
uninhibited atmosphere of the locker room, the sexual excitement of the
audience was reaching a peak.
Mrs. Beasley had to stick her head in to break it up.
“That’s enough girls! Time to get dressed or you’ll be late for your
next class. You can talk about the boys all you want ... AFTER school is
out.” She knew that she could not stop the girls from talking about it,
but at least she could restore order.
The trio of girls were instant celebrities. As they
walked down the hall, other girls gave them a “V” for victory sign or
offered to high-five them or blurted out “Girl Power” and “Girls Rule.”
The boys just blushed and averted their eyes.
“I’ve never seen the girls so animated,” Ann noted.
“Or the boys so subdued,” Lisa said.
Madison’s face brightened. “That gives me an idea.”
“What?” her two friends responded simultaneously.
“For a club. You know how we were studying the 1960s?”
“Yes.”
“And remember the sexual revolution: women burning their bras, the pill and demanding equality for women?
How about we form a feminist club? I want to know more
about women’s rights everything from equal pay to reproductive rights
to legal rights.”
Ann clapped her hands, “Ms. Thorinson would love it. You could see how excited she was when she taught it.”
“I even have a name for it.”
“What?”
“Girl Pride. You know, since the school mascot is a lion. Well, we’ll be the lionesses.
Besides, we’ll have to do something until our golden gooses come back.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you heard Ms. Johnson; the boys are suspended.
We won’t have them available until they come back. I’m not done with
them yet.”
Girl Pride became a reality and Ms. Thorinson was glad
to be the faculty advisor. The election for club president was a
foregone conclusion. Madison won unanimously.
Even Stephanie became friendly with the girls due to
their newly-found popularity. The girls didn’t exactly turn down her
friendship, but they tolerated her. They never did buy into the elitism
that surrounded her.
According to the school rules, all clubs were open to
all students which meant that, in spite of the name, Girl Pride was
also open to boys. None attended. They didn’t like being the “weaker
sex” at the meetings.
None, except for Charles. He had become friendly with a
couple of girls who convinced him to join. He was still a bit nerdish
and shy, but the girls were surprised at how articulate he was when his
friends convinced him to speak up and how much he knew about the topic:
even more than most of the girls. He obviously took the reading
assignments seriously. He was an oddity, but this time in a good way: a
boy who listened to girls and thought that what they had to say was
important.
What was more important was that he was coming out of
his shell. He was respected by the girls in the club because he was the
only boy in the school brave enough to attend. A couple of girls even
took him under their wing and taught him how not to dress like a nerd,
how to dance and a number of other social skills they thought it was
important for a boy to have. He became a “class project” for the girls
in the club.
“Your doing?” Ann asked Madison, noticing the change.
“Not at all. At least not consciously. I mean I do wish
him well, but I think this is happening naturally and has nothing to do
us. Not every consequence is a result of witchcraft.
Maybe we can change the world for the better by setting even little things in motion.”
-=o=-
The girls used the time until the bullies returned to
study the book in more detail. They studied new spells and practiced
casting them together. Casting spells was like a dance, each had to
know her part and she had to make it fit seamlessly and smoothly with
her sisters’ parts.
For the most part, these were harmless spells just to
try out a new idea in the book, and very temporary. Mainly they were
interesting in developing new skills and sharpening old ones. They got
to the point where they could cast an erection spell without any effort
at all. It was funny watching a whole class full of boys popping boners
all at once.
Ron, Sam and Dave returned when their suspension was
over but did not return immediately to their classes. They were
required to attend the beginning of every girls’ gym class, stand and
face the girls (with their clothes on this time) and apologize for
“scandalizing” them. Only then could they report to their regularly
scheduled classes.
It was easy for the girls to get Ms. Johnson to come up
with the idea for the apologies. She even arranged for the 6 of them to
meet in her office in a completely clothed version of the prior meeting
so the boys could personally apologize to the girls for the
inconvenience of the girls having to escort them around the school.
The suspension had its effect on the boys. Initially,
they were no longer feared as much as before. This could have been a
good thing, if they just let it be and got on with their lives. But the
boys felt threatened by their loss of power and more than ever that
they had to prove themselves and re-establish their dominance. They
resumed their old ways and were even crueler.
They knew the girls had humiliated them and were intent on revenge.
-=o=-
Madison called a council of the coven:
“Girls, it looks like this one backfired. We created a
monster; three of them in fact. The book warned about this. This has
turned serious. It’s our fault and it’s our responsibility to set it
right. Also, it is a matter of survival. The boys are out to get us,
and if we don’t get them under control, something bad will happen soon.
Fuck being nice girls. The gloves are coming off. We
need to bring these boys down. It’s no longer about fun, it’s about
restoring order.
Are you girls with me?”
A chorus of “YES!”
“Are you willing to do what it takes to bring them down?”
Another chorus of “YES.”
“Good, nobody said that this couldn’t be fun, however.
It’s about time we saw some penis. I mean real penis. Right in front of
us and not some run-by like when the boys streaked the girls’ gym
class.” Ann remarked.
“Ann’s right. I mean we did manage to get up close and
personal with their dicks in Ms. Johnson’s office, but we couldn’t do
anything then ... except give them hard-ons,” Lisa ended with a giggle.
“Do I have to think of everything,” Madison jokingly
complained. “I’ve been working on and idea, but I don’t know how to
pull it off ... yet.
-=o=-
I heard from Maureen, that Monday is going to be ‘dog day.’”
“How does she know?”
Lisa fielded this one, “Don’t you know? Maureen is Ms.
Patricia’s niece. She helps her out in the office after school with
filing and such. I don’t know how much of a blabber mouth Ms. Patricia
is, but Maureen must have access to all kinds of information: not only
what she reads in the files, but also what her aunt might tell her or
she might overhear in conversations between her aunt and Ms. Johnson.
She’s a pretty reliable source.”
“Dog day” is the day when there would be a drug-sniffing
dog in the school. The district hired the services of a security
company who provided the dogs and their handlers to show up at schools
on a random basis. Short notice was given even to the principals and it
was most especially important that the students not know about it.
It was a condition of attendance at the school that
every student and visitor and their properties were subject to search.
Signs were posted everywhere. Presence on the property was NOT
mandatory and it was not private property.
The issue was contested in court but found not to be in the violation of the 4
th
Amendment. No warrant was required. If you didn’t want to be searched, leave.
So, it made Maureen somewhat of a hero to blab the news
that the following Monday was dog day. Any kid who had contraband was
now warned to remove it.
“So what does dog day have to do with us?” Ann Asked.
“If we could get some contraband into the boys’ lockers, then they would be in trouble.”
“So”
“And we girls rescue them ... for a concession.”
“I still don’t get it. How are we going to get contraband and how are we going to get it into the boys’ lockers?”
“Leave that to me,” Madison stated.
The girls were beginning to understand the limits of
their power. They did not have supernatural powers: they had very
natural powers. It was true that they knew better than other people how
to control these powers, but they could not violate the laws of nature
or science.
For example, they could not make a boy’s clothing simply
disappear off his body. Technically speaking they could but to destroy
that much mass, in accordance with E=MC
2
, would vaporize half the state. They could, however, undo the
threads holding the fabric together or pull down on the elastic waist
band of a boy’s underwear.
Similarly, they could not make something out of nothing.
Again, with enough energy, the Large Hadron Collider can make
sub-atomic particles come into existence. The girls didn’t have the LHC
at their disposal and they needed more than a handful of sub-atomic
particles.
They thought about passing one physical object through
another, which is what they would have to do to put something in the
boys’ lockers without opening the door. Yet again, physically possible
but they would have to rearrange the states of sub-atomic particles in
a way and on a scale that would have driven Heisenberg insane.
So they went back to something that worked for them in
the past when they locked the doors to the boys’ locker room,
locksmithing – or more precisely lock picking.
All students were issued the same kind of lock. It was
preset to 0-0-0 and the students could change it to any combination
they desired.
For reasons of “security,” each lock had a keyhole in the back. A master key opened the lock and reset the combination to 0-0-0.
The girls practiced with various types of locks for the next several days until they mastered picking them with ease.
With their plan worked out, the coven attended the
girl’s basketball game on Saturday evening. While the crowd was focused
on the game, they slipped off into the dark hallways and made their way
to where the boy’s lockers were.
They concentrated. Two of the locks came open in about
15 seconds. Lisa had a bit of a difficult time with hers. “The tumblers
are too small to handle.” She complained.
“I can do it for you,” Ann offered.
“No,” Madison interjected, “Let her do it herself.”
Turning to her friend, she continued, “You can do this.
It’s only too small in your mind. Physical size is not the issue. You
are not manipulating it with your fingers. You are manipulating it in
your mind. Zoom in on it.”
Lisa took a breath and closed her eyes. Her tongue
slipped out of her lips as she concentrated. A faint clicking sound
could be heard and the lock opened.
“Atta, girl” her friends complimented.
Each girl took a bag of “weed” and put it in one of the
boys’ lockers. Then they opened a small can they took with them, ran
their fingers across the top of its contents, and smeared a bit of the
black paste on the inside bottom of the door near the vent.
Their mission completed, they closed the doors, locked them and stealthily made their way back to the basketball game.