THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 9 (Donna's PoV)

Donna's PoV:

Following master’s instruction, April brought me to a lab for a check., The lab looked normal on the front side, scientists and workers wearing lab coats and attire that followed laboratory safety standards walked here and there, busy with their own stuff. But after we entered the staff-only area, the scenery changed completely. As far as I could see, the women here not dressing like the scientist in the front area, but like a cheap whore you were commonly able to find in the bad area of the city. They were either in very skimpy outfits or just almost naked if they didn’t wear their lab coat.

April brought me to a middle-aged woman who only wore a lab coat without anything underneath. The woman looked like a bimbo with platinum blonde hair, and her lips were filled with botox filler to make it look bee-stung, not only that, she had gigantic globe-sized fake tits bolted on her chest.

One would hardly believe that she was a scientist working here.

“Donna, please meet Dr. Natasha Olsten, the Principal Investigator of this lab and the head of the Master’s R & D team to find more ways to strengthen Master’s control upon us. Dr. Natasha is high on the hierarchy of command in Master’s harem, she could command us to an extent as long as we are in this lab, but she is also on the bottom rung in the hierarchy of respect, Master doesn’t want us to respect her.”

“You don’t need to say the last part of that sentence, it's unnecessary,” Natasha interjected.

April responded by spitting on Natasha’s face, “Can’t do it, you know that the master doesn’t want us to give you any semblance of respect.”

Natasha wiped April’s spit with her hand, “Fine, so, what business do you have here, April?”

“Master had used Dream Simulation Maker on Donna here, so he wants you to check whether her brain had long-lasting brain damage. Her data may help you perfect the device.”

“Okay, Donna, you can lay in the bed there, I will give you a thorough check, meanwhile April, you can fuck yourself with the fuck machine at the highest intensity, it will strengthen Master's hold on your mind.”

“Just say you want to make me pay for spitting on your face, Natasha,” April grumbled but she still moved toward the fuck machine haplessly. In this lab, as long as Natasha said that it was for their master’s sake, they needed to obey her command even if it hurt them. The only bottom line for Natasha’s authority was that she couldn’t intentionally kill other women or command others to harm the master.

After hearing April scream at the top of her lungs, Natasha then moved to me who was lying still on the bed.

“Relax…I will undress you first before we begin,” Natasha said. She took out a cutter knife from the pocket of her coat and began to slice my clothes apart.

“I hope that isn’t your favorite clothes, but well, as Master slut, you will never wear these kinds of boring clothes ever again, just think as helping you throwing them away in advance,” Natasha then put several electrodes all over my naked body.

“And last, wear this,” the scientist took out a similar VR headset as what I wore in the principal room previously, but there was a thick cable attached to one of its sides.

“This will feel quite hurtful at the start but you will feel numb to the point that you can’t feel your body later, it's okay, you don’t need to panic, I have everything in control, when the procedure is finished, you will feel as good as when you are newborn. Now, before we start, I want you to take a deep breath.”

I took a deep breath as she told me, and a moment later, I felt a jolt of electricity rush all over my body. Now I realized what she meant with her previous sentence. Natasha was electrocuting me alive!

I’m going to die….I’m going to die! No, I don’t want to die!

What I could feel was only the world of pain. It would be better that I lose my consciousness but the pain was keeping me up.

Thankfully, Natasha didn’t lie to me, after I thought I couldn’t hold on anymore and already accepted that I was going to die, the pain subsided.

“We are done,” Natasha removed the VR headset from my head, “from my check, the previous use of Dream Simulation maker has killed around 15% of your brain cells, and an additional 10% for this check, losing around 15% to 25% of your brain cells might make you a little slow on thinking but it is still on the range as I estimated to make the device non-lethal. With the data I got, I may be able to lower the amount of brain cells killed for the whole procedure.”

I ignored Natasha’s science talk. What I wanted to do right now was to get out of here and get away from the mad scientist! But I found that I couldn’t move my body below my neck.

“Why I can’t move?”

“Ah, my bad, after that electric shock, your body is still paralyzed and will not respond to the command of your brain, but nothing that I couldn’t fix,” Natasha took out a syringe filled with suspicious liquid from the **** tray.

“Will it be hurt?” I asked. The previous experience had traumatized me.

“Normally, but your body is all numb now, so, you will not feel any of the bad effects, only the good effects, well, I think one of the side effects that make you addicted to nicotine will stick though, but Master find women who smoke as sexy, so that’s side effect is fine,” the platinum blonde-haired woman explained and then injected me with that substance.

“See, that’s the reason we don’t treat Natasha with respect, you don’t respect a crazy person,” said April grumpily. She also looked tired and spent. She had been ‘tortured’ with the fuck machine when I underwent that electric check.

Both of us had successfully escaped from the den of mad scientists…for now. I didn’t want to come there anymore but the two of us would go there again with our daughter for the school’s ‘study trip’.The devotion I have for my mistress helped to lessen the fear I felt.

“Can we stop to buy some cigarettes?” I asked April. My body felt better compared to when I just finished the ‘medical’ check, but I had yet to fully recover 100%, I could feel a prickling sensation all over my body like it was poked by invincible pins and needles here and there.

Natasha had said that smoking cigarettes would help to ease the condition faster. I never had one before, but now, thinking about smoking my first could make my mouth water.

“Okay, I can get some nice smoke too.”

We stopped at a convenience store on the side of the road. April got me a pack of Virginia Slims and a pack of Marlboro for herself.

“The slims are suitable for women who just started to smoke, you can move to a brand with higher nicotine content later if you thought it didn’t give you enough nicotine kick anymore,” April explained.

April lit my cigarette and gave it back to me, “Drag the smoke gently, hold it on your lung just for a second, and let it out slowly like you are breathing with your mouth ”

I followed her instructions and was able to exhale my first smoke without coughing.

“You are good, maybe you are a natural-born smoker, usually a first-time smoker will inhale too much and cause inflammation in their airways that triggers a coughing response,” April commented.

“I don't think I am a natural-born smoker, it's just you do a good job guiding me.”

April smiled at me, she then smoked her cigarettes and after a long drag, she gave me a surprise kiss. I could feel a hot stream of smoke being exhaled from her lips, the smoke was moving down to my throat and filling my lungs.

April didn’t kiss me for long, and just let me step back once I struggled. I coughed and gasped for air.

“What are you doing?” I raised my voice after I could breathe normally.

“Don't you remember that Master had assigned you as my lover? If you are my lover, what's wrong with us kissing? When I saw you smoking, I found you so sexy that I couldn't help but want to kiss you. Don’t overreact and play your role as my lover.”

“Yes, I’m sorry for overreacting, do you want to repeat the kiss, my love?”

I quickly entered into my role as April's lover as my programming reminded me that I needed to obey April who was my handler if I was not with Master or Mistress.

“No need, I am satisfied with the previous kiss. Now, let's have you undergo a makeover. Master wants you to look like some MILF who tries too hard to look like a goth slut. I know just the right place to start your tacky transformation.”

April brought me to a tattoo parlor to get my body vulgarly inked and also to get several new piercings. After some hours, I sported several piercings from a nose ring, tongue stud, lips ring, nipple rings, and navel piercing. In my private part, I also got my clit and labia pierced. The vulgar tattoo I got was mirroring what my doppelganger had in the simulation with most of it depicting a submissive woman. Above my buttock, I had a tramp stamp that read ‘Simp Mommy.’ and another tramp stamp above my crotch with the word ‘Submissive Dyke.’

I was not a dyke though, if Master wanted me to fuck him, I would offer myself gladly, so I couldn't be a lesbian. But April said that it would be hotter if I act like a dyke unless the Master wants me, hence she told me to get that tramp stamp.

Our next stop was a fetish costume store. April said that I needed something dark that embodied the goth subculture but still sexy looking, so no black gowns or gothic dresses for me.

We ended up picking a skimpy succubus costume, complete with its accessories; a devil horn headband, spiked choker, small bat wing attachment, and a tail buttplug.

I changed into the succubus costume and gave the dress I wore back to April (After Natasha shredded my previous clothes to pieces, April lent me her spare clothes when we back to her car. April said that she had always brought one or two spare clothes so when her current one was soiled with cum, she could change to a clean one, of course, all the spare clothes she brought were quite a bold one).

The word sexy was downplaying how revealing the costume was. I bet this costume could even make whore feel ashamed. From the bottom; a pair of black thigh-high boots with 5-inch heels, then the controversially short latex microskirt. Underneath the latex microskirt, I wore crotchless panties that did nothing to cover my intimate part, but if I wanted to keep the devil's tail out, from now on, I could only wear this kind of panties. Going to the top, the top part of the succubus costume was just a strappy open-shelf bra and small heart-shaped pasties that only covered a small part of my nipples. The only decent articles of the whole costume were the latex opera gloves. Most of my new tattoos and piercings were still visible to see. Even the pasties weren't able to cover my nipple rings

“You are such a naughty and hot succubus, I bet you can suck many men dry, too bad for those men you are a dyke succubus,” April praised my new look while throwing a little ironic joke.

“Thanks for the compliment, love, but are you sure that this costume can pass as something that the goth crowd would wear?”

I never saw my Mistress who dabbled in goth fashion look as slutty as me right now. Hence, I couldn’t help but ask the question.

“Of course, demons are always a part of goth culture. Succubus is a demon as far as I know. Anyway, our goal is to make you try to look like a goth-wannabe tarty MILF and I think this costume hit the mark perfectly. I don’t want you to ask whether it fits goth culture or not, you just need to follow my decision.”

“Well, if you say so.”

After we were done with my costume, our next stop was a beauty salon.

“What do you think about my hair? I want your honest opinion,” April asked me

“It was garish…” I told her my honest opinion as she wished.

April wasn't amused with my answer, “Unfortunately for you, I think you need to start learning to love this kind of garish unnatural hair color because your hair will never back to being blonde, or even black after we are done.”

In the salon, April introduced me to Esmeralda, the salon’s beautician who would take care of my appearance.

Esmeralda was currently talking with April while I just listened to their discussion on the sideline like a submissive girlfriend I was.

“So, what color do you want to dye her hair?” Esmeralda asked April.

“Master wants her to look like a half-assed parody of a goth woman, a goth-wannabe tarty MILF. What do you recommend?”

“Hmm…a garish pink like you then,” the beautician answered.

April quickly denied Esmeralda's suggestion, “–No, I prefer her to have another color than a garish pink like mine, this color is my signature, it makes me stand out among other bitches Master has.”

“ Fine, how about hydrant red or bright green? Red, because it matches with her demon aesthetic or green, green hair makes someone look unhinged.”

“Dye her hair green,” April decided.

When I looked in the mirror, I hardly saw the old me. The slut in the mirror was nothing like the old me. The slut in the mirror had her hair colored green and styled in a pigtail instead of a professional hair bun. Her face was caked with thick makeup, the makeup magic successfully made her look younger but also slutty and deranged with her mainly green and purple makeup. The slut in the mirror was so tarty that I couldn’t believe that the slut was me.

But this was how the Master wanted me to look from now. A slutty MILF that tried to follow her daughter's goth lifestyle but ended up being a mere porn parody.

Would my mistress be proud of me now that I was trying to be a goth like her? Or would she ridicule me for looking like this? I couldn’t wait to meet my daughter.

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