THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 6 (Darel's PoV)

Darel’s PoV:

“Mr. Lebron, can you give me some advice on how to build muscle?” a nerdy boy stopped me in the hallway.

David Brawn. I recalled the boy’s name, one of Scott’s best friends. Was he the lucky boy that had the first dip with one of my sluts yesterday?

I didn’t specify from who Tiffany should start her cock carousel journey. I just commanded her to refine her terrible cocksucking skill by going on fucking different men each day.

As for why the nerdy boy suddenly asked me to build muscle, it must be because he wanted to impress Tiffany. This boy would be sad if he knew Tiffany was a slut under my control. I chuckled inside my mind at how unfortunate he was.

I didn’t dismiss him, the image I built in this school was that I was a likable teacher. I answered his question like a gym personal trainer. Surprisingly, this nerdy boy seemed to know his stuff, and we hit it off.

It would be nice if Caleb had some friends like him. My shitty brother was probably surrounded by the same dumb musclebrained jock hence his downfall.

We had a nice talk but I decided to cut it short because well, as nice as it talking with the boy, playing with my sluts was better. Before I walked away, the target of my **** walked to my vicinity.

"Hi, Scott," David greeted the newcomer.

"Hi David…Hello, Mr. Lebron," Scott greeted us back.

I looked at him and noticed the small bulge in his pants. The boy’s mind was probably filled with dirty thoughts about his mother right now. The subliminal I gave him reinforced Scott’s sexual attraction to his mother to the point that he wanted to have sexual activities with her but with Scott’s decent character, he would feel guilty of his fantasy.

"Alright, Dave, you can see me after school if you still need any advice, I'll excuse myself first because I have some other business to attend to," I said to David then walked away.

“Cuckoo’s nest,” I whispered a trigger word when I walked past Scott.

The trigger would make him unable to cum unless he admitted that he wanted his mother to be fucked by others. I’m not that evil though, the trigger would guide him to realize it so he could cum, but once he cum, the idea that he wanted his mother to be someone else’s slut would be firmly planted and haunt him.

I entered Amanda’s room. The principal stopped what she doing and ran toward me on all fours like a puppy dog seeing her master.

“Sit, bitch.”

Amanda assumed the sitting dog position upon my command. Her tongue was out like a dog

“Have you arranged what I told you yesterday?”

She nodded.

“Good girl, you may behave like a human now.”

“Thank you, Master,” Amanda prostrated to me before she stood up. After I reinforced Caleb’s lousy programming on Amanda, I had made her my loyal hound, in an almost literal sense. My loyal hound first, a human second. If there were no other people besides us, she would act like a dog until I commanded her to act like a human. I also made Amanda divorce her current husband, and she now moved to a place I prepared for her; a dog kennel in my spare mansion designed to house many of my handpicked slaves.

“I have arranged a meeting for you and Lisa Kendall’s parents at ten o’clock. I also sent them the subliminal file in the guise of a report that they needed to watch before the meeting. For other matters aside from Lisa; I had secured the clearance and funding to install new sound systems in each corner of the school building as you wanted.”

I listened to Amanda’s report until she finished. Before long, the school would be another base for me after it got renovated here and there. But it was a matter for later, now, my focus was Lisa Kendall, Scott’s crush.

“Amanda, ask a teacher to call Lisa here, I want to set something up with her before I meet her parents.”

“Yes, Master.”

Lisa / Raven entered the principal’s room not long after. She was confused why she was called to the principal’s room, probably thinking that she had done nothing wrong.

She saw me in the room sitting at Amanda’s desk while Amanda standing attentively behind me. A visible frown began to appear on her face.

“Take a seat and don’t make a ruckus, Ms. Kendall,” I commanded.

She followed my command and quietly took the seat across from me.

“So, what are you calling me for?” The goth girl asked. She looked at me without any fear in her face, believing that she could get out of this room intact.

“It’s about your life decision you said to me yesterday, I promised to help you, but we need to talk about it again before we convey it to your parent to make sure you remember what you wanted,” I explained.

“What are you talking about? My life decision? Yesterday?” Raven showed an incredulous face.

“See…you forget about that already, let me jog your memory, Stripped Candycane,” I said the trigger words I implanted in her mind yesterday after Tiffany brought her to me.

The goth girl’s eyes were unfocused for a moment before she regained her clarity.

“Yuck, why did I wear this ugly dress in such an important meeting with you, mind if I undress…daddy?” Lisa asked, she was no longer Raven the Goth Girl but Candy the flirty and manipulative slut.

“Of course, sweetie, I even brought a more suitable attire for you,” I replied.

“Yay, you are the best, Daddy,” She quickly dropped her black dress to the floor, followed by her underwear, until she stood in front of me naked aside from her stomper boots, “so, where are my new clothes, Daddy?”

“Don’t rush, I have yet to ogle your pale body enough, give me a show first.”

Candy began to twerk and dance like a TikTok slut. She danced amateurish and stiff as her previous personality, Raven, didn’t used to dance sexily. Well, she would be better as time passed.

One of my commands for her was that she scoured porn sites, Onlyfans, and TikTok for those trollop influencers who loved to tease their audience with their bodies. I made that be her new obsession even as Raven. The goth girl was probably confused and couldn’t explain her sudden interest in watching those sluts she previously hated.

I stopped her from dancing after I got bored of her dance, “Let’s play a game, Candy, I will let Amanda give you one piece of attire every time you answer my question.”

“Ask me anything daddy, I’m ready.”

“First question; what is your name?”

“What kind of question is that? My name is Lisa Kendall, but I like to be called Candy.”

“Amanda, give her the pasties,” I ordered. Candy's first attire was a set of black heart-shaped pasties.

“Next question, are you familiar with the name Raven?”

“I seem to hear the name somewhere. If Daddy wanted Candy to act as Raven or whatever her name called, feel free to call me that.”

“Good, there will be a time when you need to act as this Raven person, but you are still my Candy.”

I signaled to Amanda to give Candy her second piece of attire, a pink fishnet mesh crop top.

“The third question, do you remember what we talked about yesterday regarding what you wanted to do with your life?”

The girl nodded, “I want to get huge fake boobs and buttock implants, I also want to get my lips filled. Oh also, I wanted to get many piercings, face, nipples, navel, even my labia and clitoris.”

“But your parent will not permit that nor do you have the money to get those implants and piercings you dreamed of; hence you ask me for help.”

Candy nodded her head, affirming what I said. Amanda then gave her the third part of her attire, a short black faux fur coat

“So, what kind of woman are you, Candy? Are you a goth or are you a bimbo?”

“Another silly question from you, Daddy. You know I am both, I am your Gimbo slutty bitch.”

I was conflicted about whether I wanted Lisa to be a goth slut or an alpha bitch cheerleader yesterday when Tiffany brought this fine specimen to me, then I thought why not make her be both? The concession I reach was to make her a Gimbo bitch, as for the cheerleader part, I gave Tiffany another chance to pick one from her team to be a new cheerleader alpha bitch.

“I will help you to convince your parent that your choice to be a Gimbo is correct, they will be supportive of your decision soon.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Amanda then gave her the next piece of her attire, a bright red flare skirt that was so short it barely covered her buttock and crotch.

“Last question, what is Scott Robinson for you?”

“Scott? That wimp? He is…my enemy.”

I gave her my nod of approval then handed the last article for her attire to seal her fate as my Gimbo slut; a black choker with pink words with CANDY written on it.

To be continued in the next chapter

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