THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 25 (Caleb's PoV)

Caleb’s PoV:

“Man, how long has it been since I got a soft bed?” I laid down my body on my ‘bed’.

For someone like me, an ordinary bed wouldn’t be sufficient. Hence this bed was a little special. Laid before me were three women. Amanda Lopez the school principal, Marcia Andrew the former coach whose position was taken by my brother, and Liu Yueli the chinese chemistry teacher. Those three were some of the hottest faculty members in my school. There were still a few more hot teachers and girls, but my hand was full for the moment, so I only picked those three. For now.

Those women were captured by the police from the school as suspects for running prostitution ring in school. After pulling some string through the brainwashed CIA agent, instead of sending them to the police department for temporary detention, they were sent straight to here.

Of course, when they got here, they asked me whether the police raid and **** them was my brother’s plan. I'm sick of hearing it. And I quickly told them that they were no longer Darel’s bitches, but they were under a new management, which was me.

A few hours ago just after I showed them the dronefication subliminal.

I had them entertain me, putting a sexy striptease show and lap dance. Oh, how I missed this. Back then when I was still the king of school. Whenever I was put into detention, they would put one of these hot teachers to be in charge of my disciplinary punishment. Back then, Darel only gave me the subliminal to tweak their common sense. For those teachers, when they were alone with me in the detention room, the correct disciplinary action that they needed to give me was to strip naked and do a sexy dance or give me lapdance before they let me out. Unfortunately, Darel would not let me fuck them or it would break the subliminal, he said that I shouldn’t insert my dick on those bitches yet, and should focus on study. What a big hypocrite knowing him was brainwashing and fucking bitches left and right. In comparison to what Darel could do, the most I could do was to ask them to jerk me off with their hand, feet, thigh, and even armpit, but their three holes were off limits. Though I grew fond of their dance, I’m still butthurt that I couldn’t fuck them. Not anymore. I could fuck them in whatever way I want now, sadly, it wasn’t the time yet. When Hannah came back to me several minutes ago, I realized that time wasn’t on my side if I wanted to have control like my brothers who control god know how many bitches out there. The only weapon in my hand, the dronefication subliminal, would only put someone under its effect for six hours at most before the subliminal wore off and they realized what happened to them. Putting them back under the subliminal was no problem if it only for a small amount of thrall. But if I wanted to control a lot of people, having to reapply those subliminal every x hours would be a trouble. There would be a point that instead of enjoying my life, and ruining those shitters like Scott’s life, I would be trapped in a spot, spending my time reapplying subliminal. No way I would want to do that.

Hence I commanded Agent Bitch to catch a person with whatever in their disposal. Alive. Agent Bitch didn’t disappoint me as she brought the target back before me.

“Alright, you three could stop dancing now. I want you three to lay in the bed rigidly. Until I give you another command, you will think of yourself as part of the bed. A bed doesn't move, and doesn't have any thought, it's only purpose is waiting for someone to sleep on you.” I commanded the three former teachers of mine. After that, I put my attention on the last woman in the room who had not been turned into my thrall yet.

“What do you think, Madam Olsten?” I asked the scientist.

Natasha Osten. Probably was one of the most important slaves for Darel. She helped him to improve his subliminal and develop various forms of brainwashing tools that Darel used to recruit more bitches .

“I gave you a point in creativity, but you aren’t yet at the level of Master Darel on how to control women, Caleb.” Natasha answered with disdain in her face.

“You know I could turn you into a brainless bimbo, right? I had already taken over this prison, most of the wardens and some inmates were now a thrall of mine. I could throw you to these rough, horrible inmates and let them fuck you for offending me.”

“You won’t. Darel didn’t turn me to be a brainless bimbo, and you too, won’t dare to turn me into a bimbo, the importance of me is more crucial for you compared to how Darel needed my knowledge. I think you need my help to make those Dronification subliminal last longer or permanent. Without it being improved, your scale of operation would get stuck at this level with only a few thralls under your control.”

Shit. She was spot on. I needed her and was unable to turn her into a bimbo for those reasons. I hated those smartypants like her, Scott, my brother. Those who looked down on me for being less smart than them.

“You seem to understand my purpose for capturing you. I want you to help make the effect of this subliminal more permanent or at least last longer.”

Natasha smirked and spat, “Why should I help you? I am Master Darel’s **** and not your sleep. After being captured by you, I realized that you are the mastermind behind the police raid that targets Master Darel. He would be utterly disappointed to have an ungrateful brother like you.”

“Do you think this is ironic? I heard before Darel got you under his control, you hate him very much, and now, you are his loyal ****. I expect you to help me because I know my brother has not fully turned you into his loving ****, but it seems I was wrong.”

“So what? What are you going to do to me? Sooner or later, your brother will know that you are the one behind this. I can’t wait to see him spank your ass.”

I let out a sigh. “You might get it wrong, I don’t want to turn you into a bimbo, but that doesn’t mean I can’t. I know that the dronefication subliminal had a safety issue and could damage someone's brain. So far, there doesn’t seem any issue with those I put under. But maybe it's just luck on my side. Let’s bet whether my luck makes you a braindead bimbo or I could turn you into my loyal mad scientist.”

I showed Natasha the subliminal video, but she was ready and quickly shut her eyes close to avoid being influenced by the subliminal video. It was only delaying the inevitable as Agent Bitch who stood guard behind her to prevent her escape pried Natasha’s eyes open. Natasha could only struggle for a few seconds before she fell under the hypnotic influence.

“Natasha, you are my savant pet monkey MILF. You are obedient, and loyal to me like a trained circus monkey. But you will still be intelligent as you are now, and retain the knowledge you had as the human Natasha, you are a savant. You understand human speech and can speak like a normal human, but you will only respond to me. You will focus on creating and improving brainwashing tools for me. Risk and safety was no concern for you. You think of yourself as a beast. Of course, you will try to make it as safe as possible, but your priority is to improve the tool effectiveness and duration. And now for your punishment of offending me, you will no longer walk like a human, but walk like a monkey on all four. Your favorite thing now is a banana. But you won’t eat it, you love to play with bananas, licking it, jamming it in your ass or inserting it into your pussy. Your favorite banana is my banana, my dick. It is far better than other bananas. You crave my banana so much. Other bananas can’t replace it, but it makes you longing for my banana even more. You only get my banana as a reward after you create or improve brainwashing tools for me. Do you understand your purpose now?”

“...” Natasha was silent.

“If you understand your purpose, wake up and reply to me.”

Natasha didn’t answer my question even after I freed her from the trance.

Is it working or is she braindead now? I wondered.

Her eyes were dull without her previous intelligence, jaw slackened, drool coming out from her parted lips. Not good. It was a sign of being a braindead bimbo.

I then tried a different way to get a response from her. I pulled my pants down, and showed her my dick.

“Look! your favorite banana.”

My decision to show her my dick was correct. Intelligence back to her eyes. She started to be more animated.

“Banana…” She mumbled and then started to pound her chest. It looked comical because she pounded her big tits. After that, she went down on all four instead of standing upright like before.

She pounced on me, trying to suck my dick. But I managed to repel the ‘monkey’ MILF easily.

“No dick until you improve the subliminal. I want it to be permanent instead of needing to be reapplied every six hours.” I told her.

“Computer. I need a computer to improve the subliminal.”

“Ok. Agent Bitch, guide Monkey MILF to the computer room.” I commanded the secret agent-turned-****.

Before she left, Natasha grabbed my tablet suddenly and walked away with it. The two thralls then left the room.

And now, the present.

I played with the soft, bouncing, flesh orb lined on the bed. With Natasha holding my tablet. I couldn’t command the three ‘bed’ women to act differently, They were still frozen atop the real bed as a mattress. I couldn’t even move them around as if they were actively resisting me when I wanted to move them to a different position.

“Hubby, your grapes.” Anna Robinson - now - Mrs. Caleb entered the room with a plate of fruit in her hand. She was dressed in a sexy loin dress I told her to buy. Her lower half of the face was hidden behind a silky sheer veil mask. It didn’t help to hide her face very much, but I didn’t aim for its usability, but the look.

Mrs. Caleb spoon-fed me the grape like a servant-in-waiting fed a fruit to a king. After a while, only one grape left. I took it in my mouth but didn’t swallow it. I then opened her veil and french-kissed Mrs. Caleb. I pushed the grape to her mouth, our tongue interlocked and danced around the little orb.

After kissing her for a few minutes, I stepped back and let her enjoy the fruit.

“Mrs. Caleb, I want to do something for me. It is about your pathetic son.”

“Yes, hubby, I will do anything for you.” Mrs. Caleb replied submissively to her ‘husband’ and master.

To be continued in the next chapter.

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