THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 33 (Darel's PoV)

Darel’s PoV:

It’s been two days since I got the younger Indian slut to submit to me using the dreammaker. The previous racist slut was now fixated on the black cock she once hated. Even more than her mother.

Slurp slurp slurp. Mimi's lips wrapped around my cock, her head bobbed up and down. Her hand was fixing her hair to the side so it wouldn't get in the way of her sucking her Master’s cock.

From time to time, she paused for a moment, glancing at me, looking for my approval. After going through the experience in the Dreammaker, the prodigious child had become quite insecure about her worth. She was like a lost puppy who wanted to win her owner’s approval so she wouldn’t be cast away. She was eager to prove herself, but she also seemed to have developed an irrational fear of disappointing me.

I put my hand on the back of her head and just pushed her head down to slam on my cock. Her gag reflexes didn’t kick in. An improvement compared to before, when she couldn’t take my cock without her gag reflexes kicking in. She probably spent all night long training to suck cock and disabled her gag reflex.

I rubbed her black hair to show my approval. Then, I came inside her mouth. She was being a good cocksleeve, trying not to waste my cum, but some string of cum was still leaking down my cock.

After feeling that I had emptied my load, she pulled her head up. She opened her mouth to show how my cum was almost overflowing from her mouth.

“You may swallow it,” I commanded.

Gluck. The young Indian girl swallowed my cum down her throat.

“Master, please fuck me,” Mimi begged.

I had been denied her of fucking and having orgasms. She had been begging me since she woke from the Dreammaker. Instead of fucking her, I had let her watch me railed her mom from behind.

Her eyes were full of expectation this time. She probably thought she had done a good job this time.

“You didn’t deserve it yet,” I replied. I didn’t bother to say the reason. My choice was deliberate and intentional. Mimi could suck my cock, but I deprived her of other pleasures to push her to be more and more ****, and destroy any self-esteem that the girl had. It was a punishment, but also to cement my influence on her. Unlike Dronefication subliminal, which basically replaced personality with another, Dreammaker didn’t do that; the victim's personality stayed, the Dreammaker just guided their brain to strongly embrace their dream version. The neat thing about Dreammaker was that it opened more ways to reinforce the effect than just repeatedly putting them through subliminal after the first session.

“Call your mom, it’s time for her reinforcement.” I issued another command.

“Yes, Master.”

She didn’t dare to show any protest or feeling of being wronged in her expression. Another improvement compared to yesterday, where she still showed some rebellious ego. Lakshmi went out for a moment and then came back with Anjali in tow.

“Master.” Anjali greeted.

“Undress.”

The Indian MILF let her nightgown drop to the floor. I actually hadn’t told either Lakshmi or Anjali to change how they dressed to avoid suspicion from the public's eyes, but Anjali had taken the initiative to put on slutty thick makeup and sexy lingerie. She had shaved her pubic hair bare. Compared to the pretty and hot girl I had before, the MILF was not much, but her thick, mom-of-two body figure was not far behind a build-for-sex like April, especially Anjali’s big ass.

I moved to the drawer on the bedside, and took out a syringe. The **** in the syringe would let Anjali stay addicted, docile, and cooperative. I injected her in her arm. A few moments later, the Indian MILF started panting. The **** had aphrodisiac as one of its ingredients. She would quickly become increasingly horny and lose her mind until someone fuck her.

I had her bent over, and then impaled her with my cock. Mimi, the young Indian slut, was observing closely from the side. Her hand was playing with her perky tits and pussy. I had commanded Mimi to masturbate when I fuck her mom. I wanted her to imagine it was her. But again, I didn’t let her cum. She would be on edge, stopped just before she came, wait until the tides of pleasure receded, and then repeat.

Meanwhile, I railed Anjali, my hips moved like a piston in and out of her wet cunt. Her pussy juice was spraying out as I fuck her.

“Am I better than your dead husband, bitch?”

“Yes…yes, you are far better, Master, my dead husband couldn’t be compared to you,” Anjali yelled.

“Call him pathetic.”

“My pathetic husband couldn’t be compared to you, Master. Good riddance that he is now dead.”

I chuckled. Making some wives betray their beloved ones for me never felt old. My hip bucked and gave her pussy a strong thrust.

“Ughh…that feels so good, Master.” Anjali moaned.

On the side, as I kept fucking her mom, Mimi frantically rubbed her pussy. But when she was almost cum, she bit her lips, her hand stopped moving. She looked at her mom…her mom’s pussy and my cock to be precise, with the look of longing and frustration before she started to rub her pussy again after the heat in her crotch calmed down enough.

I finally cum inside Anjali’s pussy. I slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy. My cum started to leak out of the Indian MILF’s pussy.

“Clean your mom’s pussy,” I commanded Mimi.

The girl didn’t waste her time and quickly dove her head into her mom’s pussy as I ordered. She licked my cum out of Anjali’s cunt eagerly.

“I think it’s time to complete the family with the last of Mohen bitch. Don’t you two think so?”

Mimi paused licking her mom’s pussy to answer me, “Yes, Master. My sister should be your ****; she would be happier that way.”

“Yes, Master. My daughter is for you to take. You deserve all the slut you want,” Anjali followed.

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“Nice to meet you, you must be Astrid, I heard about you from your mom,” I greeted the eldest Mohen girl as she stepped into the room. I had commanded Anjali to call Astrid to come home yesterday.

“Sorry, who are you?” The girl stared at me from top to bottom. I expected less from the observant Private Investigator.

I puffed the smoke from my cigar toward her.

“Where’s my manners? My name…umm…you can call me Daren Brown. I’m your mom’s friend.”

I decided not to introduce myself as Darel Lebron to her. She was a private investigator; there was a chance that she had heard about my name. I couldn’t let her get away before she was initiated.

“Astrid Mohen, nice to meet you, Mr. Brown,” she replied.

The girl shifted her gaze from me and looked at the surroundings before turning her gaze at me again, “I do like to talk with you, Mr. Brown. But I need to talk to my mom first. Do you know where she is?”

“She’s probably in the kitchen with Mimi preparing our meal,” I answered.

“Mimi?”

“Your sister, Lakshmi.”

She looked surprised, and then her expression quickly returned to normal.

“Thank you, see you later, Mr. Brown.” Astrid excused herself.

I looked at her retreating back with a smirk. All her doubts about me wouldn't matter soon.

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Astrid finally came back from the kitchen. She looked at me with ever more suspicion and wariness, but Anjali had texted me that Astrid had taken the ****-laced bread.

“How was the talk with your mom, sweetie? Got your answer about me?” I asked her with a provocative grin on my face.

Astrid took a seat across from me, “My mom asked me to call you uncle, so, do I call you Uncle Daren or Uncle Darel?”

“For you, you should call me Uncle Daren. Your mom probably just had a slip of tongue.”

“So, Uncle Daren, what do you do for a living? Mom said you need my help, but I need to know what you do first to gauge my capability to help you.”

“Fair. I was a scientist. Did my answer help you?”

A pause. She was deep in thought for a moment, then she seemed to have some realization, as her expression turned sharper.

“Mr. Daren Brown, or should I call you Mr. Darel Lebron? Are you really my friend’s mom?”

“Well, I’m Darel Lebron. Am I your mom’s friend? You know your mom better than me.”

“What are you doing in my house? What did you do to my mom and sister? Tell me, or I will call the police.”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing harmful. I don’t want to waste the little resource I have. I just made them more cooperative.”

“More cooperative? You mean slowly turning them into a slut?”

I shook my head, “Slowly turning them into my slut? You got it wrong, sweety. I’m not slowly turning them into a slut, I have turned them into one already. And soon, you too.”

“I’ll call the police!”

Astrid tried to threaten me, but then her expression turned horrified and incredulous.

“What did you do to me?”

“Actually, not me. Your mom. You should find yourself unable to move by now. I gave your mom some fast acting muscle relaxant ****. She probably made cookies filled with it,” I explained to her that she had betrayed her family.

“But that is not the only trap. The smoke from my cigar will trigger a chain reaction with the **** in your body and disturb your nerves and brain. It will be harder for you to think the longer you are exposed.”

“No. Please.” All her bravado had gone. Only fear, helplessness, and pleading remained.

“Don’t worry, slut. I still have a use for you. I will leave your mind mostly unscathed. You won’t see me as Darel Lebron once I'm done with you, but your beloved Uncle Daren Brown, whom you got a hot for. You will do anything to impress me and help me with my trouble. I need you to be my little spy.”

I then flashed a subliminal video to her. Her focus was quickly taken by the hypnotic video. What I used on her was just a normal kind of basic subliminal instead of the instantaneous dronefication subliminal. This only planted some of her trust and belief in me. There were also a few lines in there that chipped her inhibition, so I could have a little fun with her. But I needed to expose her to it a few more times in a period of time before she fully became my little devoted ****.

I let her awake. She no longer recalled the past few minutes when I revealed my identity as Darel Lebron.

“Astrid, are you okay?” I asked her.

She blushed. “Y-yeah, I am.”

“Do you recognize who I am?”

“Why the strange question, Uncle Daren?”

Good, the subliminal was working. But there was still one last test. I then called the other two sluts to come into the living room.

Anjali and Mimi sashayed to me.

“The two of you, get naked.”

“Yes, Master.” The two indian slut got their remaining clothes off their body. The pair of mother and daughter were now buck naked.

“Anjali, stand beside me. I want to play with your tits. Mimi, suck my cock.”

The two slut did as I commanded them. I was groping on Anjali’s tits and suckling on her nipples while Mimi once more had her lips wrapped around my cocks.

Astrid gasped. She couldn’t believe what her mom and sister did to her beloved uncle.

I could see the puzzlement, anger, and hate in Astrid's face, but she didn’t direct it to me, but her family.

I pulled Mimi’s hair and yanked her away from my cock.

“Do you want to suck my cock, too, Astrid?”

She didn’t answer right away. I had expected it. Her previous morality would be in battle with her newfound desire to be a slut for me. I needed to convince her a few times to help her desire win over her inhibition and morality.

“Can I?”

“Of course, you can, but you need to promise to help me with something after sucking my cock. Don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal, and it’s still in the scope of your work.”

Her worry vanished from her face. She nodded and then readily kneeled beside her sister. I let Mimi resume sucking my cock. Meanwhile, Astrid was still hesitant to do it, but began to lick my balls, while Mimi sucked the tips of my cock.

Ah, I wanted to capture the moment in a picture. They should change the family picture to this moment. Alas, I’m not impulsive and won’t leave more tracks for the police.

To be continued.

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