THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 36 (Natasha's PoV)

Natasha’s POV:

Contrary to what Caleb might believe, I wasn't a muddle-headed monkey; my mind was clear, his mistake was making me a savant whose only interest was to improve the mind control device for her master. He wanted to humiliate me by making me act like a monkey while still retaining my intelligence when he needed it. Actually, by making me a savant, my brain still functions like a high-order primate, which was human. The only difference was that this personality Caleb built had a hyperfocus and fixation on researching deeper about subliminal and the human brain more than when I was under Darel's control. I couldn't care less about anything else. I was responding slowly to others' topics, not because my mind was slow, but because I didn't care anymore.

The only thing that piqued my interest aside from researching subliminal was probably ‘banana’. My ‘monkey’ brain was hard-wired to react to ‘banana’ because of the subliminal. The banana dangling from the man's groin. Ugh…I hated how these commands affected my brain; The first thing in my mind when I thought about cock’s was to treat it as a banana. Because it was now associated with food, I wasn't only feeling lust, but craving and hunger. It made my mouth water just thinking about it, so I have been avoiding thinking about ‘banana’. Caleb had made sure that my physical desire overwhelmed my mind when he dangled his cock in front of me, but fixation on the ‘banana’ was nothing new; both brothers had made me love their banana. And Caleb's other mistake was that he thought of me as a pet, while he didn’t explicitly make me his pet. I loved his ‘banana’, but I wasn't his pet monkey; he didn’t have my entire loyalty. If he knew what was on my mind, he probably would have chosen to lobotomize me and turn me into a bimbo rather than keep me smart.

So, I was looking for a chance, a chance to be a player in the game board rather than a pawn. As I thought about what I could do, I recalled something. A thing that Darel put inside me, but to access it, I needed to be in my lab. Unfortunately, Caleb had kept me in prison to maintain the installed subliminal system there.

My chance finally came, after Anna seemingly got her brain in a mess after her urinal duty and wasn't exposed to dronefication subliminal on time.

“So, is she fine? Can you fix her?” Caleb asked.

“Not sure, I need to do a brain scan in my lab. A surface examination like this is useless because what Dronefication destroys is brain cells. She didn’t seem to be brain dead, and could still respond normally, so the damage shouldn’t be big, and she could still recover,” I answered, trying to make it vague. Whether Anna was fine or not, I didn’t care. What I wanted was to convince Caleb to let me go to the lab, and it worked because Caleb then commanded me to go to the lab and fix Anna for him.

Anna, Gigi, and I arrived at the lab.

“I want you to guard the entrance,” I told Gigi. I was the person in charge of this operation, so the deputy warden needed to obey me.

Gigi walked away, and I brought Anna to the examination room.

“Alright slut, you should lie on the examination bed while I set up the machine,” I instructed the blonde lady to lie down so I could operate the CT scan.

Ten minutes later, I finished scanning Anna’s brain, but for the result to come out, it will need some more minutes. Anyway, I wouldn’t hurry about it. The longer it takes, the more I have reason to linger in the lab. There’s a more important thing that I needed to take care of more than Anna.

“Can I go to the toilet? I’m an urinal, I need to be in the toilet,” Anna asked.

I glanced at me, “Do as you wish, tell the slutty musclehead to escort you to the toilet.”

Finally, I was alone. I walked to the CT scan and tinkered with the machine’s control system. The machine here was modified to interact with the Dreammaker helmet to make a precise brain scan and allow Dreammaker to target certain parts of the brain, performing what I called a deep dive.

I put on the helmet and operate the machine remotely.

My vision shrank; the surroundings collapsed into darkness. I was unfazed by the darkness. I knew that the Dreammaker was loading the dream world for me. A few moments later, a tunnel of light appeared. I moved toward the light. As I opened my eyes, I was in a familiar place, my apartment. I missed this place.

I wandered deeper toward the apartment and stopped before my bedroom. Slowly, I opened the door. The room inside wasn’t the bedroom I knew, but more like a bondage dungeon. This was the deepest recess of my mind. There was a woman inside.

That was ‘me’. A different me. The woman was Natasha Olsten. The real mind of Natasha Olsten. She was motionless, lifeless, just sitting on the bed.

Ironic. I looked at the real Natasha.

Yes, I knew that I wasn’t ‘real’. I was an artificial personality created from dronefication subliminal used on me. I wouldn’t be arguing that I was real; I was too smart for that. After all, my existence was tethered to whether I was exposed to dronefication subliminal on time.

The real Natasha had long been broken by Darel. I was Darel’s first subject. I resist him more than others, but Darel perfected his subliminal and uses me as a test subject more than other women. The real Natasha put up fights until she couldn’t any longer as Darel exposed her to more and more subliminal. Continuous exposure to those subliminal messages destroyed her mind and pushed the real Natasha to the brink of insanity. Her mind fractured as a result, the part of Natasha who didn’t want to be Darel’s **** was left behind in this room, while the portion that accepted her fate was remade by Darel into Natasha the mad scientist who loved him. So, I could argue that this one is the purest aspect of real Natasha.

She was the thing I needed to be my own. I wasn’t real, but I could use the real Natasha to become ‘real’.

For that, I needed to ‘restart’ her. I kneeled down before the real Natasha, and spread open her legs. She didn’t resist a bit and moved like a doll. My fingers went into her pussy. The real Natasha started to tremble. I was pushing the ‘power button’, but there were still a few steps to completely ‘restart’ her.

“Can you feel that?” I asked the motionless other me.

“S-stop…” The real Natasha responded; she sounded weak.

I kept fingering her pussy, ignoring her pleas.

“Please stop… somebody, please help me,” she pleaded.

I let out a chuckle.“Nobody would help you; we’re inside your mind. There are only two of us here. Only you can help yourself.”

I kept fingering her pussy. I could feel a jolt of pure pleasure shoot up to my spine. We were sharing a body after all, what the real Natasha felt, I would feel it too to some extent.

“Why are you doing this to me? I have given up; you are free to control my body. Why are you still torturing me?”

“****? What I did to you was not ****; I tried to give you pleasure. If it were enough to just control your body, I would not be here. I need your mind. The mind of real Natasha Olsten.”

“No…no…no, I wouldn’t cooperate with you,” the real Natasha refused before hearing more.

“Darel had put insurance for this case to ensure you will cooperate,” I told her smugly.

“A fail-safe. A restart button. I could simply touch you in this part of pussy. And maintain it for a few minutes.” I dug her pussy with my finger again, “ a special program would run. A program to bring you out of this deep, dark room. But of course, we couldn’t let you out as if. Hence, we are super-charging you with pleasure. Once you are filled with pleasure, you will be more agreeable to help with what we need you to do.”

“No,” the real Natasha whimpered, shaking her head. “I don’t want to do your bidding. I wouldn’t help your evil plan.”

“Evil? You may jump to the conclusion too fast, Natasha. This is our only chance to make our choice. I wasn’t Darel’s. I am a personality created by his brother, Caleb. The two had some conflict. And if you help us. I suspect that we could overload the programming by conflicting the two subliminal programs. Just let yourself go, and embrace Darel’s programming.”

“No…” Natasha still denied, but her refusal was weaker than before. I could feel it; she started to have doubts. The temptation of freedom was irresistible for slaves.

The pleasure was building inside her body as I maintained contact with her sensitive spot. Another wave of heat spread over her body. Dark thoughts started to creep into her mind.

“Throw that pesky morality, Natasha, we are superior. We are smarter. I know that you are a feminist. I know that you look down on men. Darel’s control over you just shifted the thought from hating men to hating stupid bitches. Deep down, the essence is the same; we love to look down on people. You are not as good as you thought. Embrace being superior to others, look down on them, whether they are men or women. Be a mad, cruel, smart bitch that you are. It is what you are, Natasha.”

“Embrace what I am…” Natasha's body shook as her mind started to embrace the feeling of thrilling, delicious wickedness.

Yes…yes…that’s good.

“No…that’s…not me…” Natasha denied again. But I could feel that this was her last attempt to maintain her mind. Her tone was already filled with doubt.

“Just let go, Natasha. Stop fighting what you are. You are a mad, cruel, smart bitch, and you love being it. It gives you pleasure to look down on other people, to simply treat others as experimental subjects. Look how wet you are. It’s your body telling you the truth. You were made for this. To feel this good. To serve a man who is not weak. To be powerful.”

The throbbing between her legs was becoming central, all-consuming. Natasha bit her lip hard, trying to hold the pleasure from overwhelming her.

“That’s it, just let go. Cum…and as you cum, this deep, dark dungeon will be no more, emerge and reclaim your place, Natasha. You are Natasha Olsten, the perfect, fucking bitch scientist,” I coaxed her.

Natasha shuddered, her hips jerked.

“Yes,” Natasha moaned, “This is who I am. I am the real Natasha. I am a cruel, smart bitch. I love looking down on others. Power. Power is what matters most to me.” Her heart hammered with every word she said. The room shook as the real Natasha’s mentality changed. She no longer needed to be imprisoned in this dark recess of her mind.

The last tether finally snapped. Her body had surrendered completely to the pleasure. Her mind embraced the last piece of programming Darel had hidden in her.

“Cum.” I let go of my finger from her pussy.

Her hips jerked once again. She thrusted her hips forward. Her back arched. Her mouth opened wide. She orgasmed. A raw, guttural scream erupted from Natasha’s mouth. The convulsions became violent, uncontrollable tremors. From between her legs, a jet of clear fluid erupted, she squirted, and sprayed her squirt across the room.

The dungeon was dissolved into nothingness at the same time.

I could feel her transcendent bliss as the same pleasure ran through me. It's such a nice feeling for me. My body grew transparent. As the real Natasha emerged from this place, I would vanish as she took control of her body back; hopefully, she wasn’t exposed to dronefication subliminal and let another me be born. I smirked.

Natasha, Savant Monkey, log out.

The one who woke up from the dream wasn’t the Savant Monkey. My hand slowly removed the Dreammake helmet. I was the real Natasha Olsten, not one controlled by Caleb or Darel. My mind might still be influenced by what they did to me, but they didn’t control me anymore. Freedom feels good.

I walked back to the control monitor.

“Huh?”

The result of Anna’s CT-scan finally came out. It’s shown her brain had decreased activity, probably from long exposure to Dronefication subliminal, but overall, she was still fine. In conclusion, she faked being a meat urinal. Interesting.

I checked the CCTV monitoring record as I looked for Anna. I saw Anna heading toward the lab's emergency exit. And I saw someone I didn’t expect coming to this lab. Gigi had let a rat enter this lab without she noticing it. But thanks to her incompetence. I might meet Darel soon.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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