THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 22 (Darel's & Lisa's PoV)

Darel's PoV:

“Master, Is this okay? She is still resisting despite us changing her memories,” Natasha asked me in worry after seeing the result.

“It’s fine, we are stepping in the right direction, her brain’s fluctuation showed us that she loved the **** despite her mouth said otherwise. I had expected that this would not be easy like brainwashing civilians, and she would resist us. She was a trained agent with a counter brainwashing training afterall.”

I looked across the mirror in front of me. Inside the room, there were three women laying in a high-tech interconnected contraption like what usually thought only existed in sci-fi movies. The pair of mother and daughter, Donna and Lisa Kendall, and the CIA agent. The three of them had a Dreammaker helmet on their head. Outside the room, Natasha and her team were fully occupied monitoring their brain activity. This is our first time synchronizing three people in one dream simulation. According to Natasha, synchronizing their brain waves would make it easier to confuse the CIA agent's counter-brainwashing defense. Donna was fully brainwashed under my control, Lisa was only in a half-brainwashed state right now thanks to the backdoor I put on her mind that made her temporarily do what I asked her to do, and Hannah hasn't been successfully brainwashed yet. Donna and Lisa’s different brainwashed state was pivotal to trick Hannah’s mind, but it was still a delicate ordeal. We were like a team trying to defuse an unknown type bomb, one wrong move, and it might trigger her counter-brainwashing, and undo all of our hard work. Worse, because they were sharing brain waves, it would not be just her who would get freed from the brainwashing, but also Donna and Lisa.

We got a few moments where the CIA agent was close to realize something wasn’t right and about to break the brainwashing. The headache she got was actually the sign that she was breaking free from our control. Thankfully, we could pacify her before she fully noticed something was wrong with her memories.

“So, what should we do next, Master? Her mind is in a calm state now after we trick her into consuming the coke. We should be able to put some ideas into her mind with less resistance, but her metabolism is especially active because of the ****. If we push things too far and she notices it, it might backfire on us. She has the energy to push the boundary now.”

So far, we had tinkered a little about her memories, connecting stuff she actually experienced like having a boyfriend to things we fabricated, like changing her real boyfriend to me. Making her remember that the therapy she went to was because of her breakup with me instead of going to therapy because of another traumatic event she experienced. So far, I was using her obsession to catch me and make her be fine with what I did.

I considered what Natasha said, her mind was currently in much more pliable state right now, I can put ideas in her head, but one wrong suggestion and I would undo our hard work. What suggestion should I put on her head? Should I keep making her obsessed with me, or steer her away from me? Decision, decision.

I took a few minutes contemplating my choice, and then decided, “Natasha, could you check what her stance on money is?”

“I’m on it.” Natasha was tinkering with her computer panel. Hannah’s memories regarding the importance of money were soon listed on her monitor. “She was coming from a quite well-off family. And she was quite ‘clean’, as in never taking monetary bribes, but in reverse, she had bribed many others, with money or with sex to get something she wanted. She was quite proficient at it. You got a bonafide femme fatale here.”

“Has she ever gone undercover as a whore?”

“A few times. Mostly just giving blowjobs.”

“We can work with this, rather than making her obsessed with me, let’s redirect her obsession to money. I think it will be safer to attack from that direction. After we made her a corrupt officer and twisted her sense of morality, making her work under me would be a piece of cake,” Darel grinned as if he was proud of himself.

“Good idea, Master. But are you sure you don’t want to use this opportunity to make her into a goth bimbo like Donna and Candy? I thought you would make them a set of three, after all you have fabricated her memory and made her think that she was Donna’s sister.”

Darel shook his head,“It’s not like I’m not tempted to make her a bimbo who is obsessed with my cock, considering that her mind was pliable, and it might be easy to take down some of her IQ. But I have a hunch, that dumbing her down would end up poorly. I doubt she didn’t have any fail safe and counter-brainwashing training in her mind that prevented her being dumbed down. So rather than risking it by dumbing her down, I think making her a money-worshipping bitch is safer.”

“That’s reasonable. Fine, one Golddigger coming up.”

Natasha launched the change. The three women in the room began to shudder, and spasm. Their expressions are uneasy.

“What happened? Even the previous command didn’t have this big reaction from the three, why the spasming now?” Darel demanded an explanation from the slutty scientist.

“I have said that she now had enough energy to break away. Don’t worry, it doesn't look like she is fighting back the idea, but the energy needs to go somewhere.” Natasha explained. “ Oh crap!” The scientist suddenly cursed.

“What's wrong this time? You just tell me not to worry.”

“They are sharing brain waves, and the three have the same reaction. This time l fear that the change not only would affect the CIA agent, but also Donna and Candy too to some degree. I should have foreseen this because the worst outcome from this operation is that the agent broke free from our control and freed the other two as well, sharing some brainwashing effect is not that far-fetched . You won’t blame me for this right, Master?” Natasha said innocently.

“You want me to let you go without punishment? Thankfully, this still ends up under control, but it is still something that can break our plan if we know this too late. You should tell me any potential side effects and risks for each step of this experiment. As a punishment for your negligence, I want you to drop your skirt, and give your pussy ten hard slap. After that, you can put your skirt back but let a vibrating electric dildo stay in your pussy until this experiment ends.”

“Yes, Master.”

Natasha pulled her skirt down and removed her panties like she was commanded.

“One…two…three…ten…” Natasha didn't hold back and slapped her pussy as hard as she could before she counted to another number. Her pussy was inflamed red after just a few slaps. Fortunately, her Master was generous enough to only ask her to slap her pussy ten times. The true punishment is the vibrating electric dildo Master Darel wanted her to put on her pussy.The dildo would send a shock punishment if the wearer was close to cumming. And it was painful.

Natasha was manning the control panel again after she was done with her punishment, her face flustered red. She gritted her teeth and tried to concentrate on her job despite the cycle of pleasure of pain she experienced. The punishment would be worse if she didn’t do her job well.

“Master, I think we need to give the agent a break first, let all the changes take root in her mind first. After the last golddigger idea successfully got implanted in her mind, her brain state gradually rebounded to normal, pushing further today would just raise the risk of her breaking free.” Natasha advised.

Darel let out a sigh, “as expected, dealing with a trained agent would be never easy. Alright, call the team to transport them back to Donna’s place and don’t forget to adjust their memories so it seems natural and both Lisa and the agent don’t notice that they were under our influence. We will continue next time.”

“Yes, Master.”

Lisa/Raven's PoV:

I rubbed my eyes and woke up from my sleep. I saw agent Hannah was also sleeping beside me. Why were we sleeping in my room? Weren’t we just searching for my diary in the basement?

I glanced at the clock. It was already 8 p.m. A torrent of memories rushed into the surface of my mind. We were in the basement to search for my diary. We found my diary, the old one, and unfortunately, it didn’t contain any useful information about Coach Darel or Mrs. Ariana and only about my freshman day. Of course, my diary wasn’t a book with infinite pages, so I changed to another diary each time all the pages were filled, and I had changed my diary several times. We didn’t find my diary that had any entry of my days as Candy, but we found another surprising thing, a photobook. Inside the photobook was my mom before she turned into a goth girl. A surprisingly normal homely look and not big titted, green haired goth MILF. This at least gave us proof that my mom’s appearance got changed by someone. Another surprise we got from the book was finding that I had an aunt that looked like Agent Hannah aside from little differences like her hairstyle and her clothing preference which showed more skin. Unfortunately, we couldn’t confirm whether this aunt really exists, a doppelganger of agent Hannah or a doctored fake picture. Mom wasn’t a reliable source of information now as we knew she had been compromised. But the agent had promised me that she would look at the truth about this mysterious aunt of mine that we just found. After that, the agent was excusing herself and leaving me ‘alone’ in my home with my mom. Before she left, she gave me her phone number and promised me that she would visit her this evening to check her up. I had been staying in my room and not going out interacting with my mom ever since the agent left. At 5 p.m. I received a message from Agent Hannah that she was waiting on the front of my house. It was the ‘first time today’ I left my room ever since the agent left this afternoon. As I went downstairs, I didn’t find my mom anywhere. She was going down somewhere without informing me. But this worked in my favor.

I invited agent Hannah inside. She was no longer dressed casually like before, but dressed in a more skin revealing slutty outfit of cropped tube top, leopard printed mini-skirt, and fishnet stocking. She looked like a slutty streetwalker, just like my aunt in the photo. I stood in front of her stunned, didn’t know whether I should call her my aunt or agent Hannah.

“Why are you stunned, it’s me Hannah, pardon my appearance, I’m just coming back on a stakeout.” said the agent.

Somehow, I found the agent’s appearance very hot and I couldn't take my gaze from her. The agent obviously was able to notice my blatant lustful gaze.

“Do you like what you see, sweetie? Do you want to hire my service? I will give you a discount,” the agent flirted with me like a whore. I didn’t know whether she was serious or joking. But my hand moved on an autopilot and took out my wallet. I gave the agent $20 dollars.

“Thanks sweeties, this is enough for cunnilingus. I will eat your pussy,” said the agent.

It was how we ended up in my bedroom. I paid the agent to eat my pussy, but it didn’t end just after she made me cum. To return the favor, I also ate her pussy. This felt like a deja vu. We both ended up exhausted and fell asleep.

I looked at my $20 which slipped between her bras. I was about to take the money back, it only fair because I also ate her pussy. $20 is the price of cunnilingus. I didn’t know why I thought that, but deep in my mind, there was an urge to take the $20 back and I shouldn’t eat her pussy for free. But before I was able to take my money back, Ms. Hannah's hand moved as fast as a lightning and grabbed my thieving hand.

The agent gradually opened her eyes, “Hold it, candycunt, you shouldn’t take my money.”

She released my hand and I retracted it back, “Sorry.”

“Don’t need to be sorry. The temptation for easy money is often too strong to resist. Ugh, this damn headache.” Hannah was clenching her head with one of her hands.

“I think I have an aspirin, do you want it?” I offered her a common medicine for headache.

Hannah shook her head, “No need. I know this headache will be gone on its own. I suspect that this headache is caused by the **** I use to free you from the mind control influence. It's better to let it out of my system naturally than suppress the symptom using other ****.”

“Do you want to make some easy money, Candycunt?”

The question was coming out of nowhere from the agent. I nodded my head in response, the mention of easy money felt like sweet honey in my ear.

“Yes, but please, don’t call me Candycunt, I’m not Candy, I’m Lisa. Why did you call me Candycunt anyway?”

Hannah seemed to be struck by shock. Probably questioning why she calls her Candycunt.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I called you that, probably because I find your pussy so sweet to taste, and I got carried away. I will call you Lisa from now on. But Lisa, I think you will need to use the name Candy a little longer if you decide to follow me to get some easy money.” Hannah warned.

“Fine, you can call me Candy, or Candycunt until the night ends. Now, let’s go get that money you said.” I said in excitement. I didn’t know why it made me feel excited, but I guess it's better than holed up in my room all night.

We came downstairs, and saw my mom was watching porn in the open in the living room. Not only did she watch porn, she was masturbating. It was an interracial porn where a pale white girl submitted to a big black cock. I was almost gasping in shock but Ms. Hannah covered my mouth, she gestured that I should keep silent and we sneaked away without making my mom notice. I nodded my head weakly. Yes, my mom was compromised now, we don’t know to what extent that the culprit behind the scene controlled her, but from how she just watched porn in the open, I could guess that they had my mom almost totally under their influence.

We successfully sneaked out of the house without my mom noticing. The agent then drove us to a strip club downtown.

“Strip club? You want us to be strippers? That’s the easy money you are talking about?” I asked the agent with disbelief.

“Calm down, Candy, we are not going to be strippers. There is an easier way to make money. Follow me.” I followed Hannah to the strip club back alley.

There were a few men there, smoking cigarettes. Hannah was approaching one man in a gaudy coat.

“Hey handsome, do you want a double team service? It’s just $100 for two whores to give you a double blowjob, it’s a steal.”

The man ogled us both, and smiled, “Fine, it seems like a good deal.”

“Money first, Daddy.” Hannah said,

“Okay, here you $100, whores. Now get to work.” The man handed the agent $100.

Hannah kneeled and unzipped the man’s trouser.

“Hey, why is the young whore still standing there? Get down on your knees, bitch, I paid you.” Yelled the man.

I was standing in shock, we are not strippers, but worse, we are going to whore ourselves. This is a mistake. I should not be here.

“Sorry, this is my niece's first time. I will fix the situation quickly. ” Hannah stood up and approached me, she put the dollar in my nose. The smell of money. My previous hesitation was nowhere to be found as she handed me the $100 bill.

“This first $100 is for you, Candy. We have more money to make tonight, so just follow my lead. By double teaming him, he would cum in no time, and we would just leave him and pick another target. We will make a quick buck from all the men here.”

“I will follow your lead, auntie.”

To be Continued in the Next Chapter

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