Chapter 4
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The Book of Wickedness: Old Fellow New Trix Part 1 (Cont.)
Back to the present. After rushing up from her home as fast as she could, Beatrix finally arrived at the school…more specifically the school entrance as Davide the guard stopped her to enter her 'kingdom'.
"Mr. Davide, can you let me in?"
"No."
"Fucking please!"
He shook his head.
Fuck, it is a mistake that I made this guy an inflexible stone-headed who is only interested in guarding the gate with all his life. I’m too eager in keeping these girls inside that I never think I can get locked outside. I feels dumb.
"You **** me," Beatrix looked around and when she saw there were no spying eyes and just the two of them there, she took out Registri Eviellum from her bag.
Name: Davide Shawn
Age: 42
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 180 lbs
Skin color: Tanned
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Crew cut
Occupation: Security Guard in Aria Herese School of the Wicked, Bambi Goodfellow’s loyal dog.
Likes: Doing his duty as a guard, licking Bambi Goodfellow’s sole
Body figure type: Bulky
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship: Married.
Personality: Dutiful, Simp
Remark:
- A dutiful security guard of the school, will not let anyone ditch the school until the school hour end and will prevent any unwanted intruder to snoop around the school.
- A whimpering foot simp of Bambi Goodfellow. He will do anything to kiss her shoes’ soles.
Beatrix closed her book. Waited for a few minutes and looked at the big man again. Davide turned his head down, now, the man was too scared to look at Beatrix directly.
The goth girl smirked and felt triumphant when she looked at the big tent on Davide’s trousers.
“Now, can I come in?”
The big man nodded frantically, “yes.”
“Yes, what? I think you are forgetting something.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“That’s right, I’m your Goddess,” Beatrix nodded in approval when the big man called her goddess.
“As your punishment for hindering my entry today, you shall spend the rest of today bottomless, fantasize about me, stroke your cock without stopping when there is no one approaching the school gate but you can’t cum.”
“Yes, Goddess. I obey.”
The school was eerily tense and divided, one group of students was going through their day with full smiles on their faces like nothing weird was happening, and even participate in the debauchery of their teacher and faculty members. And the other group was the one who was still aware that their school got twisted. Worries were visible on their face. They tried to be inconspicuous, fearing that whatever changed their teacher, and their friend would get them next.
Beatrix was delighted to see the horror and disbelief of these hypocritical holier-than-thou prudes when seeing someone they respect behave like the type of people they hate the most.
Sooner or later, the second group would join the first group in normalizing the debauchery that happened at their school. After several experiments, she did last night. Beatrix got some new insight and hypothesis on how the book would affect the surrounding, the bystander that she didn’t directly change, and the people who would interact with someone she changed. On how the book kept the reality intact and not conflicted with each change she made.
The change made by book wasn’t instant, it wasn’t brutally changing the reality, but like a patient weaver, the book’s influence on the surrounding was gradual and even delayed, waiting for the right moment to insert the new reality into the defenseless mind. The longer and closer someone interacted with a transformed person, the bigger the chance that they would crack, giving the perfect moment for the book to implant the new memories into someone’s head. The book then would make them conform to the new reality and make them think that it had been always like that.
Additionally, the more someone had relations with people that had a direct connection to the school, the easier for the book to crack them and implant a new memory in their head. Based on her experiment with Laura, with enough relatives that were directly connected to the school, her husband who didn’t have a direct connection to the school was changed even without the need for direct interaction with Laura.
She entered the vice principal’s room. A room she visited a lot of times because Laura was in charge of her detention. But now, the room was different from the room she regularly visited.
The wall of the room was now filled with pictures of goth models, some borderline satanic and blasphemy in nature, there was also a picture of a pale woman’s feet, it was a picture of Beatrix’s feet. She commanded Laura to print a picture of her feet and hang it in her bedroom and this vice-principal room to remind the bitch of her position as her ****.
Laura was waiting in the room all naked spare from the dog collar on her neck and dog ear headband on her head. The dog collar had ‘Bitch’ emblazoned on it. She was on all four like a dog.
“Woof…woof,” Laura barked, greeting her mistress.
“You are a good bitch,” Beatrix praised. Yesterday, she put several commands for Laura to do, aside from decorating her room to a room stereotypical of a room a wannabee goth had, she was asking the middle-aged vice principal to behave like a dog in her presence except Beatrix asked her to act normally. And obviously, a dog didn’t need clothes.
“As your reward for being a good bitch, I will teach you a new trick.”
"Woof!" Laura barked excitedly, she was panting with her tongue out like a dog.
"Have you ever tasted a woman's cunt?"
Laura shook her head.
"Expected, you are straight as a rod before I changed your orientation to lesbian.so, today, I will teach you how lesbians have fun."
Beatrix let her skirt drop to the floor, she also took off her panties and threw them to Laura.
"Smell it, imprint my pussy's smell on your mind "
Laura excitedly sniffed her mistress' used panties.
"I hope you like it because you will spend countless days masturbating while sniffing on it."
Beatrix continued, "but you can put my panties aside for now, I want you to crawl closer to me.”
Laura obeyed the younger woman’s command and crawled toward her, Beatrix stopped Laura when she was within arm's reach of her.
“First lesson, sniff my pussy.”
Laura moved her head closer to Beatrix’s cunt, and sniffed the smell of her cunt from a finger-breadth distance.
“No, you do it wrong.”
Beatrix pulled Laura’s head so it was directly in contact with her pussy, Laura’s nose was now inside of her pussy. For a moment, Laura instinctively struggled and wanted to pull her head back.
“Be obedient, stop struggling,” Beatrix commanded, and Laura instantly calmed down. “Take a few deep whiffs of my pussy.”
“Next, extend your tongue, and lick my pussy.”
Laura started sloppily, but she was a fast learner as she followed Beatrix’s guidance. “Good bitch, you are born natural to be a cunt licker, what a wasted year you spent as a straight.”
Feeling that she was going to come, Beatrix pushed Laura’s head from her pussy. “Open your mouth wide, bitch.”
The young goth woman then squirted her juice on Laura’s face and mouth.
“Hmm…that’s a good orgasm I got,” Beatrix enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. Meanwhile, Laura froze in her previous position, waiting for Beatrix's next command of what she needed to do.
“You can act like a person now,” Beatrix commanded.
“Thank you, mistress,” Laura replied, no longer barking like a dog.
Suddenly Beatrix’s stomach grumbled. She was rushing to the school and forgoes her breakfast today, she even didn’t have dinner yesterday because she was fully immersed in the magical book, and with her energy spent after orgasm, her stomach finally protested.
“Bitch, go get me so bring me a sandwich from the canteen…oh, also a cup of coffee, no sugar, but add a little milk.”
Beatrix was left alone in the room while Laura went to get her food. She was finally able to appreciate the new room's aesthetics. She was amazed that Laura could get her hand on those pictures, and paintings in just one night, and got it all framed in this room. Beatrix didn’t know that Laura didn’t get any sleep last night and spent her time on the road, searching around the city for those and other things Beatrix ordered her to get.
One of the pictures that got her attention was a picture of a regal-looking wicked goth queen. Sat on the golden throne. White hair, pale skin, bright red lips. The face in the picture was mesmerizing. A name suddenly popped into her mind. Evielena Queencrown. She remembered her last night's dream. The face in the painting and the face in her dream were around 70% similar. Coincidence? Must be me overthinking it, anyway, the face in the painting isn’t exactly similar to Evielena Queencrown in my dream.
She shook her head and didn't bother looking at the painting anymore.
With nothing to do aside from waiting for Laura to come back. She fetched Registri Eviellum from her bag.
Before she went to the vice principal's room, she saw several acquaintances who she thought could learn to be on the other side of moral alignment.
"Hmm…who should I pick to be today's plaything? I saw Mercedes, that rich girl yet to be influenced by the book. There's also Bella, miss prissy from the ballet club."
Yes, their school had a ballet club. The school had all kinds of clubs for traditional feminine activities like ballet, tea making and ceremony, and flower arranging instead of cheerleading, or modern dance like any other school.
“Bella or Mercedes, those two equally getting on my nerves.”
Bella was very tense. She still couldn't process the madness that was happening to her school. the teacher and other faculty members dressed in various slutty, punkish, or gothic attire. Not only that, they acted in a manner they normally never would do. Some even engaged in scandalous activities that were prohibited by the school rules.
She witnessed her coach and supervisor of the ballet club, coach Natasha Conrad engaging in a steamy affair with Mr. Derrick, the school janitor. Coach Natasha was a married woman. Bella was close with coach Natasha, and she had the chance to visit her house several times, so she also knew one or two things about coach Natasha’s family. As far as Bella knew, coach Natasha’s husband, Connor Conrad, was a good man, and the couple was still passionately in love with each other. She couldn’t believe that coach Natasha had an affair with another man behind her husband's back, the coach was fucking with the janitor like a pair of rabbits in heat. Befitting the bunny costume that the coach wore.
The horror was not only witnessing the two engaging in carnal activities, Bella saw her friend, Janet, trying to condemn the two for doing indecency in school, but instead of successfully stopping them, Janet ended up ‘joining’ them Janet attentively took notes on how coach Natasha was fucking Mr. Derrick like it was an important lesson she couldn’t miss. It's like she had been swapped with a different person that had the same face as her.
Bella unhesitatingly ran away from the gym. She had been distancing herself from others and tried to not talk with everyone since her escape from the gym. She was wary of everyone, but in another hand, she was relieved because she wasn’t the only one who still retained their sanity. She could clearly tell that the students were divided into two groups; one group was people like her. She could easily tell them from their worried expressions and the wariness of others. The other was the groups that were already ‘infected with madness’, those who couldn’t tell that the state of their teacher was all wrong.
She met with Mercedes Holt. Mercedes wasn’t that close with her, but Mercedes’ mother was still Bella’s mother’s friend, and thus, she considered the girl as a friend to some degree instead of just an acquaintance. Mercedes’ parents probably were one of the richest ones among the parent of the student who study at this school. But it didn’t mean that the others are poor, most parents that were able to send off their daughters to study here come from well-off families. Bella herself could also be considered to come from a rich family but not as rich as the Holt.
After some look, Bella knew that Mercedes was still herself, and wasn’t ‘infected with madness’
“I’m glad to see that you are still yourself,” greeted Bella
Mercedes nodded, “Me too. You know how shocking it is to see Ms. Emma or Emerald as she called herself now, taught about whore economy and how to sell your body. I thought the world had gone crazy, glad that I am just half right.”
“Coach Natasha was fucking the janitor at the gym, and Janet who tried to stop them was now an eager student of the coach in the lesson of baby-making,” Bella replied.
“Do you have any idea what causing this madness? This like a zombie apocalypse in the movie,” Mercedes asked.
Bella shook her head. “Anyway, what will you do next?”
“I don’t know.”
“I saw Beatrix before I met you, I had a hunch that she know something about this madness, after all, she often dressed like a witch and was probably more knowledgeable than us if all of this is caused by magic, you knew people didn’t change in instant, and only magic can explain what happening now, so, do you want to go with me to meet Beatrix?”
“I think I will decline, but I wish you good luck, Bella.”
Bella didn’t pursue Mercedes who rejected her invitation, because she wasn’t sure whether Beatrix was still sober and her own like her and Mercedes, or she was already infected with madness like most of the students.
Bella saw Beatrix enter the vice principal’s room and didn’t exit the room for a long time. When the door opened, the one who went out was only Laura Birch, their vice principal, and no Beatrix in sight. Maybe Beatrix was already infected with madness like others? Maybe she already lost her mind like Janet. Why else she came to the vice principal room happily? The blonde ballerina assumed the worst situation. She then decided to not stay there waiting for Beatrix to exit the room but instead followed the naked Laura
She found out that Laura where going to the canteen and putting a set of sandwiches and a cup of coffee in her tray. Laura then went back to her room with the food.
“Hey, why do you snoop around?” She heard someone speak to her.
When she turned back, Bella was pale with fright, the one who called her was Mercedes, but she was now a different Mercedes compared to the one she talked with a few minutes ago.
There was no sight of a classy young rich lady, aside from her face who was still resembling the old Mercedes, the new Mercedes was giving an entirely different impression than the old Mercedes. Her eyes were dull and unfocused, her row of white teeth now crooked and stained yellow, some even rotten to the root, and her expensively maintained skin was now sallow and dry. Her brunette shoulder-length hair stayed but it was losing its luster and silkiness and now looked coarse and greasy.
Mercedes was still wearing her old dress, but now, her body was far skinnier almost anorexic Bella realized that the new Mercedes matched the symptom of people under the heavy influence of **** like Meth.
“Oh no, poor Mercedes, they got you too.” But Bella didn’t have time to sympathize with her friend, she quickly distance herself from Mercedes and ran away.
Her head was thumping crazily, she began to get a new set of memories where Mercedes and her family weren’t a super rich family like they were now but a family of **** junkies who burn their wealth away for ****, then fall into a life of vice and crime. Mercedes wasn’t an exception to their family lifestyle, and she also fell into a life of vice and crime to get her daily intake of ****.
Bella tried her hardest to cling to the memory of the old Mercedes. She felt that if succumbed and accepted the new Mercedes, she would get changed too. But the thumping didn’t stop, the memories of the new Mercedes kept pouring into her mind and wrestling her memories of the old Mercedes away from her. Just when she think she was helpless. The head-thumping stopped.
Bella just noticed that she stopped right in front of the vice principal's room after she escaped from the new Mercedes.
Come Bellatrix, do you want to save your friend?
There was a sudden voice in Bella’s mind. I’m not Bellatrix, but Bella Swan. She replied to the voice in her mind, even if she wasn’t sure that her reply would reach the voice.
_Take Registri Eviellum from Beatrix’s hand if you want to save your friend, Bellatrix. _Said the mysterious voice.
She knew it! Beatrix had something to do with what happened to the school. Something by the name of Registri Eviellum was in Beatrix’s hand, and she could save her friend with that thing. But how she could get it?
Beatrix blinked her eyes, she unknowingly fall asleep in Laura’s room after making changes to some of her classmates.
“Wait, where is my magic book?”
The Registri Eviellum was missing from her possession.
To be continued in the next part
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