By NAMB
Copyright 2019 by NAMB all rights reserved
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The Trinity Coven – 3
On the following Monday, there was some grumbling on the part of the boys as they couldn’t open their lockers.
“What he fuck is going on here?” Dave remarked. “I can’t get my fucking locker open.”
“Me too.” Sam added.
“Same here,” Ron put in.
Madison walked by and said, “Try 0-0-0.” The boys looked at her as if
the suggestion was silly, but they tried it anyway and to the boys’
surprise, the locks opened with the default combination.
“How did you know?” Sam asked.
“I’ll tell you later, but I think you need to be somewhere else now.”
Just then, there was an announcement over the PA calling the boys to the principal’s office.
The three boys arrived and were ushered into Ms. Johnson’s office. With
her was a German-Shepherd dog, a uniformed member of the security
company and the local sheriff.
Ms. Johnson waved her
hand over the three packages on her desk. “These were found in your
lockers as a result of a drug search. The security dogs alerted on your
lockers.
Do you care to explain how these got there?”
The boys stood there in silence. Eventually Ron spoke up. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen those before.”
“Does anyone else besides you know your combination?”
“No.”
“Then how did these get there. The only possible answer is that you put it there.”
“I tell you, I don’t know!”
“I’m sending these packages along with Sheriff Beam. He’ll take them to the police lab, and we’ll find out what this stuff is.
Do you have anything else to say?”
“No.”
The sheriff spoke up. “Listen here, son, it will go a lot easier on you
if you ‘fess up and cooperate. We can get you some help. If you
stonewall us on this, it will not look good in court.”
The boys remained silent.
Finally, Ms. Johnson dismissed them. “Return to your classes. Until we
have the lab results back, we’ll take no further action. In the
meantime, you boys better think about what kind of trouble you are in.”
The boys ambled back to their class.
“How did this happen?” Ron asked. Then simultaneously all three responded, “Madison!”
“She has to have something to do with this. How did she know our locker
combinations had been reset? We have to track her down and talk to
her.”
The boys didn’t have a chance until lunchtime. The three boys sat down at a table facing the three girls.
“How did you do it?” Ron asked.
“Do what?”
“Know that our locker combinations were reset. Who told you that?”
“Let’s just say we have our sources,” the girl replied smugly.
She let it settle in and then continued. “You boys are in trouble and we girls can help you out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean we know that the dog alerted on your lockers and that Ms.
Johnson has some funny looking stuff in little bags that were taken
from your lockers.”
“How do you know this? Were you spying?”
“I’m not even going to answer that, but your very objection is proof that this is true and you know you are in trouble.
As I said, we can help. We girls have friends in high places and they can arrange for the evidence to get lost.”
“I’m sure you aren’t doing this out of the goodness of your hearts. What’s in it for you?”
“Ah, an astute bargainer, I see. I’m glad we’re coming right to the point. What we want is for you boys to be our slaves.”
“What?”
“If we make the evidence ‘go away’ then you boys will be our slaves and have to do whatever we tell you to do.”
“Can you trust them?” Ann asked as she played her part.
“We’ll see. First let’s let the boys make up their minds.”
The boys deliberated among themselves. The girls did not expend the
energy to try to read their thoughts, but they did get the feeling of
deceit. Finally, Ron got up, extended his hand to Madison and said,
“Deal! If you can somehow get rid of the evidence, we’ll agree to be
your slaves.”
They shook hands.
As the boys walked away, Madison laughed, “I love it when a plan comes together.”
-=o=-
The following day, the boys were again called to the principals’ office.
“I have an apology to offer you boys. The results came back from the
police lab. What was in the bags was oregano and ordinary smoking
tobacco. As long as you were not smoking it on campus, I have nothing
to say about it.
Why you’d want to keep such a weird mixture in your lockers is beyond me. I suggest you don’t do it again.”
The boys were again dismissed and Ron could not wait to track down Madison and gloat.
“You girls are losers,” he said when they caught up at lunch again.
“The stuff turned out to be nothing. Ha! We didn’t need you after all.”
“So it was oregano and tobacco,” Madison said.
“How did you know?”
“This has been a test. We set you up. We got into your lockers with a
master key and put the stuff there. We even smeared some shoe polish on
the doors. Shoe polish has some of the same chemicals as bomb making
materials and that’s what the dog alerted on.
We knew
that there was no way we could retrieve evidence from police custody,
so we planted ‘fake’ weed. Next time it will be for real.
You boys failed the test. You were unfaithful to us.
Now that you know that we have the means to get into your lockers at
any time and plant real drugs, you might want to change your minds. I
can submit an anonymous tip about seeing you putting something
suspicious in your lockers and, with your records, I’m sure the school
will follow up on it.
We’ll let you think about this and talk with your again tomorrow.”
The following morning each boy found his combination reset to 0-0-0 and
there was a note taped to the inside of the door stating “Busted!” and
signed by each of the girls. The girls were pretty sure they had the
boys convinced, but a little icing on the cake didn’t hurt.
Another lunchtime conference ensued.
“So, are you boys convinced that we are serious?”
They nodded.
“Do you agree to be our slaves?”
They nodded again.
“Are you even thinking on going back on our deal?”
“No ma’am,” came the mumbled responses as each girl stared each boy down.
“Good. I think you boys know where Lisa lives. Her parents will be out
this Saturday morning and well into the evening with a wedding. We
girls are going to have a party and you boys will be the
entertainment.”
The girls never did have any real
drugs to plant, but that didn’t matter. The case they built with the
boys was intimidating enough and with a little “magical” mental push
they convinced the boys that they really did have the means to get them
in trouble.
-=o=-
Saturday came and the boys showed up at Lisa’s house. Madison welcomed them in.
She wanted the party to go well and she knew that although she and the
rest of her coven had the power to play with the boys’ mind and coerce
them into humiliating themselves that it would be no fun doing that.
First of all, it would take too much of the girls’ energy and if they
were concentrating on keeping the boys spell-bound, then they would not
have enough will left to enjoy the show.
Secondly,
she had a twinge of sympathy for the boys. It would be difficult enough
as is for them to perform for the girls, so she wanted them to be able
to do it with some degree of willingness.
So she dictated her terms gently, “We’ll start off easy with you boys. You won’t have to get naked just yet.
We girls have agreed to keep the party strictly to ourselves. Nobody
except the six of us will ever know about it unless you boys do
something stupid.
Do you boys understand?”
She got three nods so she went on, “Everything we need for a party is in the kitchen. Lisa will show you what to do.”
The girls had everything organized: Lisa raided the pantry for the
snacks and drinks. The cups and plates were left over from Lisa’s last
sleepover and featured a unicorn design. Everything was festive and
pink.
Madison and Ann stayed out of the way as Lisa,
put the boys through their paces preparing the goodies. There really
was not much to do other than to put the chips and peanuts in bowls,
lay out the cookies nicely on a plate and set up a “bar” where they
could pour sodas and put ice in them.
“Now be
careful, boys, don’t make a mess. You’re responsible for cleanup after
the party and I expect this place to be spotless.”
The task only took about 5 minutes and Lisa was satisfied with the
results. “Good boys,” she praised, “It looks like we have things under
control here for the moment, now let’s all go into the big room and let
the party begin.”
As they entered the room, Lisa
pointed to three of the corners and assigned a boy to each one. “Those
will be your stations. You’ll stand there until one of us girls needs
you to fetch something for her.
You will remain silent and don’t speak unless spoken to.”
Lisa put on some music and the girls started chatting away about
school, movies, shopping, clothes, other boys, other girls and rumors
and gossip.
The girls pretended to ignore the boys but they kept stealing glances at them and noting their growing impatience.
Finally, Ann said, “I think I need something to drink.”
“Me too!” the other girls chimed in.
Ann snapped her fingers and said, “Sam, why don’t you and the rest of
the ‘staff’ go fetch us some sodas and then come serve us some snacks.
We’ll let you know what we want when you come back.”
The girls could sense the surge of anger and shame in the boys, but the boy’s faces barely showed it.
The boys departed with a send-off of giggles from the girls. Lisa
commented loud enough for the boys to hear, “Good help is so hard to
find nowadays.”
The boys came back and served the
girls. Once each girl was satisfied, Lisa said, “You’re dismissed, now
back in your corner,” in a tone as if she was commanding a dog to
return to its kennel.
The girls started dancing and
Lisa said, “This is no fun, we need some boys to dance with.” Snapping
her fingers, so ordered, “Boys, come here and dance with us girls.”
At this point, the party had the appearance of a normal party among
girls and boys. But with each new dance, the girls made the boys take
off one more article of clothing.
That was Madison’s
idea. She figured it would be more humiliating to strip them slowly and
deliberately then to have them get undressed all at once. This gave the
boys time to think about what they were doing and to see the other boys
also in a state of undress.
To be fair, the girls
sensed the reluctance of the boys to get undressed, so they put a
calming mood on them. It was just enough to keep the boys from refusing
outright, but not so much that they didn’t care. It was sort of like
subjecting them to alcohol and lowering their inhibitions.
The boys got down to their underwear only and the girls kept dancing.
The girls were checking out their “packages” as they budged in the
front, but none of the boys was erected. The girls wanted to save that
treat so they could watch it happen “out in the open” so they imposed a
“dampening spell” on their penises. By now the girls had so much
practice controlling boys’ penises this way, that they hardly had to
give it a thought.
At the moment of truth, each girl
commanded her boy to step out of his underpants. As the boys lowered
them to their knees, the girls removed the calming spell and the
embarrassment of the boys, which had been kept at bay, was suddenly
released and spiked. Each boy was blushing not only in his face but all
over his body.
It was too late; the deed was already
done. The girls found the spot responsible for the boys’ embarrassment
in their minds and intensified it making them even more aware of their
nakedness both individually and collectively. The boys felt shame not
only for themselves, but on the part of their whole gender. They had
sold out to girls and let boys everywhere down.
“Dance!” Lisa commanded and the girls gave a mental prod to compel the boys to do it.
The girls made the boys do one more dance with them and then made them
dance with each other to a lively number that had their flaccid members
swaying with the music. Phones came out and pictures were taken and
there was nothing the boys could do about it.
Finally, Lisa announced, “That’s enough dancing for now.
Boys, come over here and stand facing us with your hands on your heads just like that day in the principal’s office.”
The girls took in the sight and then commanded, “Turn around, slowly.”
There were catcalls, whistles, giggles and comments of “cute tushies” as the boys complied.
“Now we’re going to want you to make them hard.” Madison said. With
that the girls released the dampening spell and allowed the boys to
erect “at will.”
Slowly the three penises started to
stiffen and rise in salute to the girls. They were pleased that the
boys did this for them on their own without a spell imposing it.
“That was pretty good. Let’s try it again.” The girls re-imposed the
dampening spell and the boys drooped to the giggling amusement of the
girls.
Then one by one the girls erected the boys.
Madison took Ron, Ann took Sam and Lisa took Dave. It was an unofficial
contest to see which girl could erect her boy the fastest. There really
wasn’t any way to declare a winner since there really isn’t any way to
declare when a penis gets fully erected.
“Dave,” Lisa
commanded, “be a dear and get that ruler and tape measure from the
drawer under the toaster in the kitchen. We need to see which of you is
the biggest.”
The boy came back with the ruler and
the girls set about measuring their organs. This time the girls
combined their powers to erect the boy who was being measured to
maximum hardness.
The girl not taking the measurement took pictures with her phone. The girls knew they would have to share them.
Results again weren’t important since the girls’ main interest was to
embarrass the boys by having them submit to being measured by them.
The girls would have loved to drag out the proceedings, but they were
aware of the time limit. They needed to conclude and still leave the
boys enough time to clean the place up.
As the boys
were leaving Ann said to them, “Now remember boys, we have pictures of
you. If you don’t want them to get out, you’ll do as we say.”
After the boys left, the girls broke out in laughter.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic,” Madison exclaimed. “Blackmail is such an
ugly word, but with the pictures, we won’t have to work so hard with
our magic to control the boys. We can put our magic to better use.”
-=o=-
The boys lived in fear that the girls would embarrass them at school,
but that didn’t seem to happen. The girls appeared to ignore them
completely. The only thing they did was to meet with them on Wednesday
for a few moments.
Lisa was the spokesgirl for the
coven, “My parents will be out again this Saturday. We want you over my
house again. Only this time we want to see you individually. Ron,
you’ll come over at 10. Sam, you’re on for noon and Dave you’ll perform
for us at 2 PM.”
The boys did not dare to question the girls’ orders and were left to ponder the meaning of “preform.”
The girls debated over their future dealings with the boys. They knew
that they wanted to take things step-by-step to increasing levels of
sexual intensity and that having the boys jerk off for them was the
next logical step. Nothing could be more exciting to have the three of
them, side-by-side, kneeling and jerking off.
However, they decided to “divide and conquer” and humiliate each boy
individually. They knew the power of three; they also knew the weakness
of one third.
They knew that the boys could draw some
strength from themselves in their collective embarrassment. There is a
kind of male bonding that happens when a group of boys are put in the
same situation. Keeping them isolated would make each of them more
vulnerable.
-=o=-
Ron reported, as ordered to Lisa’s house at 10 AM on Saturday.
There were no preliminaries this time. As soon as he got in the door,
Madison commanded him, “Strip!” and stood there impatiently tapping her
foot as he did so.
She led him into the living room
where a kitchen stool was positioned in front of the couch. She pointed
to it and, as if commanding a dog, said “Sit.”
There
was nothing the boy could do but comply and due to the construction of
the stool he had to sit with his legs splayed out exposing himself even
more. Also it put his penis on the same level as the girls’ eyes as
they sat on the couch.
He felt like he was a prisoner being interrogated. It was not far from the truth.
Madison sat between Lisa and Ann and imposed herself as the chief
judge. Each girl had a pad. Madison read from a list of questions that
the girls had worked on all week long. As she asked the questions, the
other two girls recorded the answers.
“Ron, I want
you to answer all our questions honestly. I assure you, that we will
use your answers for our own knowledge only unless you do something
stupid. Do you understand?”
Ron just nodded.
“First question. We see that you are circumcised. How do you feel about that?”
Ron was hesitant but eventually responded, “I don’t know. I’ve always been this way.”
“So it doesn’t bother you to have a part of your manhood pared away?”
“I never really thought about it.”
“Before the streaking incident, had you ever had a girl see you naked? Remember be truthful. We can tell.”
The girls were not bluffing. They would not be able to discern an exact
answer, but they could tell if he were lying. As it was, they could
feel his intense sense of embarrassment.
They knew
that they could put a “truth spell” on him but decided to go with a
milder calming spell that would not prohibit outright lying, but would
make telling the truth easier. It was also easier on them. They could
hold the calming spell almost unconsciously which means they could pay
attention to the boy and better appreciate his responses. Also, it was
a little bit more fun this way.
“Yes,” he responded quietly.
“Tell us about it. Who was the girl and how old were all of you at the time?”
“Actually, it was two girls. My cousins Cindy and Jessica. Cindy was 12
at the time and she was watching Jessica and me while my aunt was out.”
“And how old were you and Jessica?”
“I was about 8 and Jessica was about 6.
Cindy asked Jessica if she would like to see how a boy made pee. Only I
didn’t have to. So Cindy suggested that I pretend pee.”
“And you did it?”
Ron nodded.
“Did the girls touch you?”
Again a nod.
“And did it get hard?”
Once more the nod.
“And what did you think about it?”
“I thought it kind of unfair that the girls got to see me, but I didn’t get to see them.”
“Is that the only time a girl saw you?”
“There was a time last year when we were up in our country place. We
have an outdoor shower so we can clean up after coming in from the
lake. I was taking a shower and didn’t pull the latch over good enough.
A gust of wind rattled the door, the latch worked itself loose and the
door flew open.
I think half the family could see me!
I especially saw my Aunt Peg’s three girls. First I turned my back to
the crowd, then I realized that I couldn’t close the door that way, so
I had to turn around. I even had to step out of the shower a little so
I could reach the door and pull it shut.”
“I bet that was embarrassing.”
“It was. I thought I’d spend the rest of the night in there, but I
realized that I couldn’t. Besides, I was hungry and the smell from the
grill was just too good.”
“How old were your cousins?”
“Amy is 16 and that was hard. She’s my cousin, but she is one really
hot chick with a hot body. Ellen is 13 and Betty is 10. They’re kind of
cute too.”
“I’m sure they all know what boys look like by now. Don’t beat yourself up too much. It could have happened to anybody.”
“Yeah, that’s what my folks said. That’s all that was said about it, at
least when I’m around. Nobody teased me over it, but I bet the girls
giggle about it when they tell the story to their friends.”
“Anyone else?”
“No, that’s it.”
“You mentioned that you thought that it was unfair that Cindy and
Jessica got to see you naked, but you didn’t get to see them. Have you
ever seen any girl naked?”
“Just in magazines and on the internet.”
“So no girls ‘for real?’”
“No, but please don’t tell Dave and Sam. They think I’ve scored with Becky Leighton.”
“Your answers are safe with us. Only us girls will know them.
So I guess I don’t have to ask the question as to whether you’ve ever had sex with a girl.
Have you ever had sex with a boy?”
“NO! I’m not gay.”
“That isn’t what I asked, but I will take it as a no.
Have you ever seen another boy naked?”
“Sure, all the time. We’re not too modest in the locker room. Besides I
have one of the bigger penises and I’m proud to show it off.”
“Yes, we know. We measured it.”
“Now for the biggie. Do you masturbate?”
“I suppose you wouldn’t believe me if I said no.”
“Let’s just say that lying will not help your case.”
Ron unexpectedly laughed, “Of course I do. Every boy does. We just don’t talk about it.”
“Have you ever masturbated in the presence of anyone else?”
“No.”
“How old were you when you first masturbated?”
“I don’t know. Maybe 5 or 6.”
“How did you find out about it.”
“Just fooling around. I found out that it felt good when I rubbed it and that if I did it enough, it felt really good.”
“Obviously at age 5 or 6 you were having ‘dry cums’ and weren’t
shooting semen. How old were you when you had your first real cum?”
“About 12 I think.”
“What do you think about when you masturbate?”
“Girls. Naked girls and having sex with them.”
“Any particular girls, like maybe somebody in our school?”
“No.”
At this point a buzzer went off in the girls’ minds. All three of them
detected a lie. They pushed back with the equivalent of a “brain slap”
that jarred Ron’s mind and he knew that he was caught.
Madison emphasized it with, “Tell us the truth, boy!”
“OK, there’s Stephanie Trainer.”
“I think every boy in school has that fantasy. Don’t get your hopes up. She’s still a virgin.”
“How do you know?”
“We girls have ways of finding out.”
“How often do you masturbate?”
“Almost every day. Sometimes if I’m busy, every other day. Sometimes if I’m horny more than once a day.”
“What is the most times you did it in a day?”
“Four times.”
“Is there anything else about your sex life that you would like to tell us?”
“I don’t think so.”
The girls could sense that there might have been other items, but Rod
was not deliberately withholding them. There will be time to pry them
out on other occasions.
“Well then, it’s time that you demonstrated your masturbation technique for us.”
Madison took Rod by his penis and led him down to the basement. “It’s
better down here. There are tiles on the floor which will make cleaning
up the mess you make easier,” she explained.
“Stand
with your back against that pole,” she instructed. Just then Ann and
Lisa put a single loop of rope around his waist and lashed him to the
pole.
“What are you girls doing?”
“Don’t worry, we’re not going to tie you up. The pole is ‘ground zero.’
We are going to watch you masturbate. We will time how long it takes
you to cum, count how many times you squirt and measure how far you
shoot it.
We’re going to do the same thing with Sam
and Dave when it’s their turn. Keeping your waist tied to the pole
gives us a fixed reference point for the measurement.”
The girls took their position on the couch facing the pole. Madison
took out her phone and got the first picture. Her friends followed her
example These would be the first of dozens of pictures they would get
that day.
The girls concentrated all their power on
Ron making sure he was a hard as they could make him. Lisa looked at
her phone. She said “Go!” and touched the stop watch icon. A meter of
blurring hundredths of seconds raced by. Ron started tugging. The other
girls started taking even more pictures. They knew it would take hours
just to share them all with each other.
Ron was at it
only about a minute when his body started to stiffen and he started
breathing heavily and grunting with the effort. Madison switched her
phone to video mode and she caught his first ejaculation perfectly. She
made up her mind to get in close with the next two boys.
Lisa tapped the app to stop the clock as the other girls counted, “one,
two, three, ...” as squirt after squirt erupted from his organ. They
couldn’t agree whether it was 13 or 14 but did agree that he was spent.
Ron almost slumped in his restraint. He gasped, “Got
to sit down.” The girls undid his ties and assisted him to a chair
where he plopped down and sighed, “Man, that was the greatest cum in my
life!”
Madison, followed by her friends, kissed him
on the forehead. Madison said, “That was because you did it for us.
Don’t you forget it.”
-=o=-
The girls let Ron recuperate then let him get dressed and sent him on home. It was almost time for Sam to arrive.
Sam and Dave got the same interrogation as Ron did with Lisa acting a judge for Sam and Ann for Dave.
They learned some interesting facts from the boys. For all of their
talk, every one of them was a virgin. Yes, all were seen by girls, Sam
repeated times. Dave got to see his cousin naked, but she was only 7 at
the time.
Ron came the quickest, but Sam shot it
furthest and had the most squirts. Dave admitted that he had a fetish
for girls wearing Vans sneakers – specifically the slip-on checkerboard
design. A fact each of the girls noted for her next trip to the shoe
store.
The girls had a number of future sessions with the boys. Most of these were joint sessions where all three boys attended.
Madison cautioned them, “This is just the beginning. We’ve just begun
exploring the fun we want to have with you. Lisa’s mom is gone one
Saturday a month. My parents and Ann’s parents are also gone from time
to time.
We’re going to have a lot of these parties
and there is nothing you can do about it since we now have plenty of
pictures of you naked and masturbating.
There will be other changes as well. If we even hear about you picking on other boys ... or girls, we’ll make life hell for you.
Finally, we’re going to subject you to ‘penis inspection’ at school.
Oh, don’t worry, it won’t be in front of the girls’ gym class. You’ve
done that already.
It will be private. But if one of
us tells one of you ‘Take it out,’ you will take it out and show her.
Even though we may have other girls with us, we’ll keep it discrete
unless you give us reason to do otherwise.”
-=o=-
One of the topics at Girl Pride was male sexuality. Although every girl
knew what a penis looked like having seen diagrams of one in her Human
Development book, their experiences varied.
Many of
them had been exposed to little-boy penises as little girls, some had
younger brothers and a few had actually seen adult-sized penises.
However, some poor girls had never seen a penis “in the flesh.”
Of course there was the streaking incident, but that was a fleeting view and not all the girls were witness to it.
So the coven decided to bring their fellow members “up to speed.” They
found out which girls had little or no real experiences and arranged
for “private viewings” using Ron, Sam or Dave.
These
were done, one girl at a time, one boy at a time in a very private
setting. The boy was commanded to expose himself while the coven member
put a dampening spell on him. The girl got to witness his flaccid organ
was invited to handle it.
Then the coven member would erect him as her protégé watched and she was again invited to explore his organ.
In this way every girl in Girl Pride (and in some cases, younger
sisters) got to see a fully-developed penis and how it worked and the
boys were fully aware of every girl who had seen them.
The coven kept their parties strictly to themselves, but added
additional games to the activities including having the boys masturbate
each other, masturbating the boys themselves, watching the boys perform
oral sex on each other and a game where the boys made each other cum by
rubbing their penises together.
They also inflicted a temporary blinding spell on the boys and taught them the practice of cunninglingus.
Eventually, the girls grew tired of the games with these boys and
finally released them. The boys, for their part, had been humiliated to
the point where they stopped bullying and became better citizens. Once
positive things started happening to them because they behaved, they
started behaving more often.
The girls eventually got
boyfriends of their own whose company they enjoyed. They refrained from
using witchcraft on them except for removing mild inhibitions about
oral sex, going in each direction. The girls and their boyfriends had
very happy high school and college days.