THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 13 (Donna's PoV)

Donna’s PoV:

Numerous heel-clicking sounds were heard in the hallway as we gathered in the lab’s audience hall. What I called as we in this case were the students, the teacher, and the student’s mother that came to this lab. I didn’t expect that we been in this lab for a whole 5 days. Today would be the last day we were confined here by the Master’s order.

Some of us had spent days being reprogrammed and adjusted, while the ones who finished being programmed and sculpted into what Master preferred earlier than others would spend their days honing their sex skills by servicing Master, servicing Natasha, servicing other laps employees, or having sex with each other. For example, I had spent my days having a lesbian threesome with Felicity, and April. April had received a little physical modification. Her already huge tits were bigger than before and had moved into cartoonish territory. Master had given her 3000 CC extra large silicone implant. Fortunately, April’s body frame wasn’t too small, she was a woman with a fuller curvaceous body figure already, so it helped her make her implants look less ridiculous, at least better than Ms. Liu, one of the school’s chemistry teachers. She was a Chinese lady with a small frame with her only being 5’1 tall. Previously, Ms. Liu only had a small B cup chest, but now, she had chests that rivaled April’s. Her lips were bee-stung, unable to be fully closed, and made a permanent ‘O’. Her skin now looked like it was covered with plastic sheets that made her look like a doll. Master had made her an Asian Barbie doll almost in a literal sense. She looked ridiculous.

I was thankful that April didn’t look that uncanny. Breast expansion wasn’t the only thing she got though. Master had made April fit the Alternative Girl stereotype even more now to balance the enormous boobs she just got. For example, she had a thick forest down there now where she shaved herself bare before. Her bush was dyed the same as her hair in a garish pink color. April had also grown some thick armpit hairs, which were in the same garish pink color as her bush and hairs. Well, I won’t judge her as gross. It was what Master Darel wanted her to look like. I was once a hairy woman too, not as thick as what April possessed, as I regularly trimmed mine. Now that I thought of it, it was quite ironic. April was the one who led me into having my pubes shaved bare to accommodate my new tattoos and piercings down there, but she had such thick pubes now.

Talking about piercings, April also got several new piercings to match her new punk daughter. She had the same hoop piercing in her eyebrows as Tiffany, but instead of a nose ring like her daughter had, April had a nose stud in her upper left nostril. She also had a philtrum piercing on her lips and a tongue stud piercing. April had also sported tribal tattoos from her neck down to her decolletage. One conspicuous tattoo was the Labrys tattoo in the center of her decolletage. The tattoo symbolized that she was a lesbian feminist, but we all knew that April wasn’t a lesbian or feminist. She would drop down to her knees when Master asked her to.

I knew that April was my handler and lover, it would be normal if Master turned her to look more butch dyke with all the tattoos and piercings in place, fortunately, Master didn’t go in that direction. He let April keep her long hair and even made her put her hairstyle in a similar style to mine. Where April previously liked to let her hair flow freely, now she had her hair in a pigtail like me. For women our age, putting our hair in that style made us look tarty. I was still self-conscious about my hairstyles, but having April also sport the same hairstyles helped me a lot to combat the shame.

April's clothing also took a shift in style, with her adopting more alt styles like a darker-colored crop top and ruffle skirt instead of the garish leopard printed slutwear she loved to wear before. Her feet were now encased in stomper boots, replacing her stiletto heels.

Overall, there were some pluses and minuses from this new April and she was still my handler.

I and April were locked in a kiss, waiting for the others to gather in the hall completely. The same scenery happened around our surroundings. Some teachers and parents were kissing each other, and some parents were molesting or being molested by girls their daughter’s age. Like my relationship with April, Master seemingly had set some sort of fake relationship between each of them. From now on, they would appear lesbian, maybe even using their newfound ‘lesbianism’ to break from their current partner. But under the guise of being lesbian, they would fully devote their lives to Master Darel. Like me and April, they would drop their lesbian disguise in a matter of seconds when Master asked them to serve him or other men.

I was engaged in a kiss with April while Felicity watched us from the sideline with a jealous expression. The newly minted chav MILF Felicity had her hand under her miniskirt, jilling her pussy, something that the old holier-than-thou Felicity Harris would never think of doing in public.

Felicity was now a genuine thrashy chav girl instead of a prudish bible thumper. Her pristine white skin was now covered in a fake bronze tan. Her natural golden blonde hair was now rough and coarse platinum blonde.

Felicity was dressed in an even skimpier outfit than what April wore before. She was wearing a micro tube top and a pleated mini skirt. Her new 38 EE tits were almost spilling out of her top. Her mini skirt was also only barely able to cover her new, fuller backside. The old Felicity would scream like a mad woman if she saw someone close to her wearing something like this.

Felicity's position in our relationship was weird. Yes, the master assigned Felicity to be a third wheel in my relationship with April. Master had appointed Felicity to be under April’s control like me. So, she would ‘compete’ for April’s affection with me. She was someone to spice up our fake relationship and make it more entertaining for Master to watch. Her current position was the loser cuckquean, so she could only watch where I had April for myself. I didn’t know when Master would swap our position; it was not impossible that someday, I would be in her position, and could only jill my cunt while she would have lesbian sex with April. I didn’t think it was a big deal though. I was not exclusively owned by April, there was still Candy as my mistress whom I needed to serve. When Felicity occupied April, I could just dedicate my time to Mistress rather than playing as April’s little lover.

_I miss my mistress. _Yes, during my stay in this lab, I barely saw my daughter, Candy, except during our first orgy that involved me, Felicity, Natasha, April, Tiffany, my mistress, and Master. After the orgy, Master brought Tiffany and Candy somewhere else, as I no longer saw them anywhere during my stay in the lab.

April stopped kissing me and released me from her embrace after she noticed that my attention was not on her.

“You seem distracted, darling, what is on your mind?” She asked.

“Candy. I haven’t seen my daughter for a few days, I wonder where Master brings her,” I replied to her.

“Worry not, Tiffany was with her. Master would not hurt them, they will be fine.” April reassured.

“Yeah, you’re right. I might have thought too much.”

“Let’s talk about other things, maybe it can distract you from worrying about Candy.”

It was nice for April to use her authority as my handler to calm me down. As my designated handler, she could influence my action if my mistress or master Darel wasn’t present.

“So, I saw you got strapped in Dreammaker by Natasha; mind telling me about your experience?” I asked her.

April began to narrate her story, “ My experience? Honestly, I was barely able to distinguish whether I was in a dream or reality. I didn’t even know that Natasha used the Dreammaker on me. Anyway, It brought me back to the moment when I wasn’t under master control yet. In the dream, I was given a choice whether I wanted to repeat what happened to me by falling into the subliminal trap that Master let Tiffany show me or make a different choice. Knowing what will happen next, I can just avoid falling under Master’s control, but you know what I did? Instead of avoiding it, I accelerate the process. In my dream, once Tiffany came home, I directly confined her in my room so we could watch the subliminal together. In reality, what happened was that Tiffany sent me a video file to watch before I went to sleep at night, telling me she asked for a video from her new coach that would help me with my insomnia problem. You would not expect someone like me to have trouble falling asleep, right?”

I nodded my head again. I thought people with wealth like April would worry about fewer things, and would rarely have an insomnia problem. Insomnia was mostly caused by stress and anxiety or having a poor sleeping environment; there was no way April would have a cheap, uncomfortable bed with the money she had.

April resumed her story, “Because of the sweet gesture of my daughter, I never suspected a thing, and played the video before I got to sleep on that fateful night. It was my first exposure to the Master’s subliminal video. I had sound sleep that night and began to play the video each night to help me sleep. It took me five nights before I was under his control. And when I met with Master, he still asked me to watch some advanced subliminal video to turn me into his garish slut that stands before you. But in the dream, I took a different approach; I didn’t wait for Tiffany to send me the file at night. I know she was just exposed to the video too and had not yet been in Master’s control completely. So, I took the file from her and **** her to watch the video with me in my room. Each time the video finished, I looped it again and again until Master’s subliminal took root in our mind. The scenery then changed to the time I submitted myself to Master. It was the moment Master showed me more advanced subliminal that turned me into his slut, but this time, the content of the video was different than what I vaguely remember. In that video, I saw a shameless, punk bitch who has a wild bush and thick armpit hair instead of the gaudy cougar slut I remembered. My first impression of the woman was gross, but I couldn’t avert my gaze from her. Somehow, I became fascinated by her look. Her unique style resonated with me. My mind was then filled with the thought that I wanted to be an Alt MILF that had wild bush and thick armpit hair. I knew it might be gross, but I heard that some boys in the ghetto found this kind of hairy woman attractive. If there is an entire market for this type of look, it can’t be totally bad, right?”

I didn’t answer her, and April resumed her narration, “At first, I planned to grow my bush slowly, but to my surprise, Natasha also stuffed me into the growth tank and claimed that Master was ordering it. The bitch accelerated the growth of my pubic and armpit hairs, and after that, Natasha also asked Esmeralda to dye it pink as my hair. What a bitch,” April could only smile wryly after recounting the last part of her story.

I could only take pity on April. She wanted to grow her pubic hair naturally and control her pubic growth to make it a little more bearable to see, but Master, or at least Natasha, had other plans for her. With Natasha hiding under Master’s banner, April had **** but to accept whatever the mad scientist did to her.

“So, Donna, do you like me with thick pubes, or cleanly shaved?” April asked me.

“I’m not a judgmental person, whether you are bushy down there or cleanly shaved, it’s no different for me. Master made you look like that, so my preference didn’t matter, you are still my ‘lover’,” I answered as objectively as I could. Anyway, it was the truth that my preference didn’t matter. If I told April I preferred her cleanly shaved, would she shave her pubes for me? Even I would not let her because it went against Master’s wishes. As Master’s ****, what he liked was what we liked.

“You are not fun,” she responded.

Our talk was then disturbed by Natasha's arrival. Natasha was accompanied by Tiffany beside her, but I didn’t see my daughter anywhere. Tiffany quickly moved toward us as soon as she noticed our position, while Natasha moved toward the podium.

“Tiffany, where’s Candy? I thought Master bring you two together.”

“You don’t need to worry about the goth bimbo bitch daughter of yours, Ms. Kendall. She’s fine and is now resting in the lounge. She’s totally spent after our orgy in prison,” Tiffany answered.

“Prison? Did Master bring you two to the prison?”

“Yes, Master brought us to the prison to serve Caleb, other inmates, and guards. He strikes a deal with the guards to cut the sentence that her brother got. The deal is of course related to giving the guard free access to fuck some of the Master’s slut,” the newly minted punk explained.

“Please pay attention to me and stop talking with each other. I have something to show you before you go back home. Master’s order.” Natasha’s voice resounded in the entire room and cut off my conversation with Tiffany.

Because Natasha said it was the aster’s order. All of our attention was focused on her.

“Most of you had been brainwashed using the Dreammaker. Your head may feel funny right now, but worry not, you are fine. It’s just that some of your brain cells got fried in the process of brainwashing you. I am sure of the effectiveness of my work, and I believe all of you are now devout slaves of our Master. But to be on the safer side, Master wants you to watch this video. The video will also implant a mission into your mind.”

Natasha took a remote from her pocket and pressed a button. In an instant, the big screen behind the podium came to life and took us into a subliminal trance.

Darel Lebron is my master.
I love Darel more than anyone I know.
I love what Darel loves, and I hate what he hates.
His enemies are my enemies.
Scott Robinson is Darel’s enemy. Thus, he is my enemy.
I need to sabotage Scott and make him miserable
I will do it without bringing undue attention to Darel
Scott should not know that I target him because I am Darel’s slaves.

All the lips in the room echoed the words in unison.

To be continued in the next chapter

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