The New Coach Chapter 31 (Darel's PoV)

Darel's PoV:

Dronefication subliminal. Fast. Brutal. Yet Inefficient in the long run. You could make someone’s mind go blank and ready to be commanded in a matter of a minute. It easily gave someone a taste of power. But there were two glaring flaws of that method of control that I disliked.

The first one was that it needed to be applied over and over again so the victim would not revert to their original personality. Compared to other methods of control that were more gradual, replacing the victim's memories with new memories and personalities seamlessly, Dronefication subliminal work with suppressing the victims’ personalities into the very back of their mind, and then placing a set of new commands that the victims would assume as their personalities in the empty space left by the suppressed personality. It wasn’t a seamless replacement. Hence, once the duration ends, the suppressed personality would resurface and fight back against the alien thoughts the Dronefication subliminal put into them.

It brought us to the second weakness. The risk. Both parts of suppressing the victims’ personalities into a blank state and when they fought back after the subliminal end were equally risky and could potentially fry the victims’ brain cells. It would not be apparent at first, but prolonged application would leave the victims either more sluggish or more robotic in their movement. There might be other side effects related to the decrease of brain cells, or worse, they become uncontrollable.

If it was just that, I just needed to wait for that idiotic ingrate brat to self-destruct, but he managed to get Natasha. Sooner or later, no matter how idiot he was, he would want Natasha to work to mitigate the weakness of the Dronefication subliminal.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

While I was thinking about Caleb and how to beat that little bastard. The Indian MILF slut I enthralled was sucking my cock. Not bad for such a prudish bitch. I put my hand on her nape and forcefully pushed her head to deepthroat my cock.

“Swallow my cum, you indian bitch.”

I unloaded my cum inside her mouth.

There was no protest. No resistance. She just swallowed my cum obediently. Yes. I still used a Dronefication subliminal on her, but without placing any new set of personality on her. I kept her blank. I had my reason as to why I didn’t add any new personality to her. Keeping her blank made it easier to wipe her memories of me. When the brain didn’t have any alien thoughts to fight, it was easier to convince the brain to just forget what happened a few hours prior. A neat trick using Dronefication subliminal if I needed to run away and erase my trance. It would be hard to get any info out of her, even with counter-brainwashing because her brain didn’t register anything when I played with her.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth. The blank drone just kept kneeling there, waiting for my next command. I wasn’t in a hurry to command her; instead, I went to stroll through her house. If her house were suitable, I would consider keeping her instead of throwing her away.

I paused my step and looked at the wall. There were several photos framed on the wall. Most of these photos were pictures of a family of four: the Indian bitch, her husband, and her two daughters. It was time-lapse pictures of her daughters growing up. In the more recent one, where she looked as old as she is currently, the photos no longer included the man. Dead? Divorce? Whatever, the absence of the man of the house ticked one of the checkmarks for my ideal hideout. Her house was also quite big enough. That meant either her former husband was rich, or she and her kids had quite a good job and position. It was enough to set up my lab here. Another two ticks to the checkmarks.

I walked back to the Indian bitch.

“You are no longer blank. You will remember everything about yourself, and you will tell me about you and your family.”

I returned her mind. She was no longer blank, but I still kept her under trance.

“My name’s Anjali Mohen. I married Gani Mohen, but my husband had an unfortunate accident several years ago, and I have been a widow since then. I have two children, Astrid and Lakshmi. I work as an accountant, while my daughter, Astrid, was a private investigator, and Lakshmi was just graduating from law school.”

“Private investigator and someone from law school. Perfect. They will be useful to provide me with a disguise.”

I decided to keep Anjali. She will be the first new batch of slut. I didn’t want to use another Dronefication subliminal to control her. I didn’t have access to Natasha, so I couldn’t fix the flaw of the Dronefication subliminal. I could only go slow with other types of subliminal.

Three sessions of basic subliminal and another two or three sessions of advanced subliminal would be enough to remake her into my loyal slut. But did I have enough time for it? I was not sure. My only choice was using the Dreammaker or using some ****. Both have pros and cons. Using **** meant I couldn’t entirely remake her personality, but she would obey me. Meanwhile, although the Dreammaker was a powerful device and could complete someone's brainwashing in just one or two sessions. It had the same risk of frying brain cells as Dronefication subliminal. And even after Natasha improved it before, the risk was still there. And unlike Dronefication subliminal, which didn’t need prior knowledge about the subject. Dreammaker needed me to know something about the subject so I could tailor their ‘dream’, their consciousness, or else it would not be so effective in brainwashing them; it would just be something similar to a glorified Dronefication subliminal.

After contemplating, I decided to control Anjali using ****. Some moments later, after a few back and forths from my car to her house, I finished setting up the ‘****’ chair. I commanded Anjali to sit on the chair. I fastened the belt around her wrists and ankles so she couldn’t escape. There would be a small window of clarity that she would break away from her current trance before the **** effectively worked on her system to bring her down. I didn’t want an accident. I injected the IV drip into her wrist and put a gas mask on her head. The gas mask had a **** filter attached to it that, instead of giving her fresh air, she would inhale **** gas.

I took a step back and watched the process begin. As the **** started to be pumped into her system, light began to return to Anjali’s eyes. Her eyes instantly widened as she registered her situation. The Indian MILF tried to struggle, but the restraints held her down in place. But her panicking would only make her inhale the **** gas faster. Her eyelids grew heavier, and she soon lost her strength to resist. Her eyes closed.

“Now, I just needed to wait till she emptied the IV bag.”

Half an hour later, the IV bag had emptied. I moved toward her with a syringe in my hand and injected her in her upper arm.

Her eyes jolted open. Her head lolled to the side.

I moved toward her side and removed the gas mask. Her jaw had slackened, and drool began to drip from her parted lip. The **** had overloaded her pleasure center and opened her mind to suggestions. Though she looked stupid now, using **** only shut down some of her brain function and messed with their brain during the duration of the effect. Little to no brain cells were fried unless I kept administering the **** at a safe dose. A safer option than Dronefication Subliminal without compromising too much speed in exchange for no full control of the victim.

“Can you hear me? How are you feeling, Anjali?” I struck up a conversation with her. Another one of the weaknesses of using **** was that sometimes the victim would find it harder to follow a conversation, which also meant it would be harder to give suggestions to them.

Anjali nodded her head weakly. “Meesh…goosh…” She slurred.

Not bad, at least she could follow a conversation, although her speaking ability is impaired, but I don’t need her to speak, only follow what I said.

“Do you love the good feeling, Anjali?”

The Indian MILF nodded again.

“Do you want to feel good all the time, Anjali? No burden, no grief, no worry, just happy feelings.”

“Yess…”

“You need to obey me if you want to feel this good again. Obedience is good, obedience will give you pleasure.”

“Obedience is goosh…”

“Yes, obedience is good. You belong to me. You love me. I’m your master.”

Her body trembled. A sign of resisting the idea that I give to her. I sprayed her with the **** perfume again. This perfume was made with a similar substance that I put on the gas mask filter. Less effective, but would do the work.

“Do you feel the tingling on your chest?”

Anjali nodded.

“That’s love, darling. You love me.” Of course, that's bullshit, but when she was under the ****, it was easy to mislead and rewire her feelings.

“Loving me feels good. Belonging to me feels good. Obeying me feels good. I’m your master.”

“You are my master…” Anjali was dragging her voice.

Almost there. Next, my hand moved to finger her cunt. The good feeling from sexual stimulation would seal the idea in her mind.

“You will do anything for love. Will you, darling? You don’t want to disappoint me.”

Anjali nodded her head quickly this time.

“You will help me control your daughters.”

Anjali didn’t nod her head right away. I already expected it; even if I channeled her love of her deceased husband to me, she was still protective of her daughter; some mothers were more attached to their children than to their partner. I needed to put Anna under subliminal thrice to let her start doing something bad to Scott before. But let’s see whether it would be different after I stimulated her even more. I pinched her clitoris hard.

The Indian MILF let out a moan.

“You will help me control your daughters,” I repeated the command.

Anjali finally nodded her head.

“Good bitch, now I will reward you.”

I slipped my finger into her cunt once more. Two fingers…three fingers…and then trying to push my whole fist in.

“Ah…ah…” She could only let out a hoarse scream. My fist was too much for her. I slowly pulled my fist out of her cunt.

Like a plug being pulled out, she orgasmed and squirted once I removed my hand from her cunt. Her eyes rolled to the back.

From now on, I only needed to regularly reinforce her with **** to keep her loyal to me.

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“Mom, who is that man?” One of Anjali’s daughters, Lakshmi, asked her mom once she noticed my presence in the dining room.

I didn’t ask Anjali to dress like a total slut yet, but she was dressing in bolder clothes than before. She was in a low-neck shirt and skintight yoga pants.

I understood that Lakshmi would have had some suspicion, considering how prude Anjali was before.

“Let me introduce you, this is Darel, my old friend. You can call him Uncle Darel. When I just moved to the United States, he helped me a lot. He’s visited the town, and we accidentally met each other again in the supermarket. I invited him to our house.”

Lakshmi looked at me with suspicious eyes, “You never told me that you have befriended people like him.” She didn’t buy the lie.

I noticed disapproving tones in her words. Her mother was a prudish Karen, and one of her daughters was a racist. I was glad that I turned Anjali into my bitch so I could ‘fix’ this family. They needed a reeducation.

“Don’t say that. Uncle Darel here may not look like it, but he is a scientist. He brought a fancy souvenir for you.”

“Souvenir?”

“Wait here, accompany your Uncle while I pick up the souvenir from my room.”

Anjali left her daughter alone with me. It was according to the plan.

“Sit down, let’s talk,” I commanded the young girl.

Lakshmi looked hesitant; she didn’t want to be commanded, but she finally took a seat across from me.

“Darel Lebron, a scientist and a coach.” I reintroduced myself to her.

“Lakshmi Mohen.” She answered curtly.

“From how you look at me, it seems you are very suspicious of me. As the wiseman said, fear comes from the unknown. Let’s play a game before your mother comes back. You ask me a few questions, and I ask you a few questions in return.”

Lakshmi was silent, contemplating her response, but finally nodded her head. She was curious about her mother’s ‘friend’.

“You go first.” I gave Lakshmi the first opportunity to ask me so I could gain her trust.

“What are your motives for getting closer to my mom?”

Straight to the point. Implying that I was aiming for her mom. Well, the girl hit the bullseye that I was aiming for her mom, but not in the context she thought of.

“Girl, you think too much. Don’t you hear what your mother said? We met accidentally when we were in the supermarket, and she invited me to her house to reminisce about old times. Nothing more than that. Are you scared that I will become your new daddy?”

“No, but I don’t want you to get close to my mother.”

“Don’t you think your mom deserved someone again after your father died? But that’s not my question. You don’t need to answer it. Just think about it. Now, for my question: are you in a relationship?”

“Why are you asking me that?” Lakshmi went defensive.

“Just to be fair, you asked me about my relationship first.”

“No, I’m single. Are you satisfied? Don’t try to hit on me, creep. I don’t like black men."

I just smiled at her. She would sing a different tune next time after I got her. I asked her about whether she was in a relationship or not was to know whether someone would miss her if she went missing.

“My turn again…”

Before she could ask me a question, Anjali entered the room with a VR helmet in her hand. She handed the helmet to Lakshmi.

“We can continue our game later, but you should try the helm. It will make you believe that I am a scientist. This is the newest product of my company. I will help you to learn about stuff assisted by VR simulation.” I explained.

Lakshmi looked interested in the fancy VR helm and put it on her head. I grinned as soon as she put it on. For controlling Lakshmi, I chose to use the Dreammaker. Unlike her mother, I have enough information to set a dream for Lakshmi from Anjali.

“Let me turn it on for you,” I said as I remotely started the Dreammaker.

Continued in the next part >>

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