THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 2

Anna’s POV:

I didn’t know what possessed me, this was madness; I was in my office’s toilet, with my suit unbuttoned down to the bottom, and taking sexy selfies.

This madness began when I realized that I lost my phone somewhere. I knew well that the right thing to do was to make a report to the authority, service provider, bank, my colleagues, and relatives telling them that I lost my phone so they could take the appropriate measures, but I didn’t do all of that, in the deepest recess of my mind, there seemed to be something that stopped me to fix the situation. Even my son didn’t know that I had lost my phone, and now I have a new phone with a new number. Nobody knew it, except probably the mysterious man who had my phone right now.

Why did I know that the one who held my phone now was a man? The first thing I did after realizing that I lost my phone was to buy a new phone, and then message my old number. Why did I do that? I didn’t know, perhaps, hoping that maybe the one who luckily found or stole my phone returned my phone to me. I didn’t expect that I got replied quickly, but what greeted me was an unsolicited dick pic. I should be angry and flabbergasted, but no, rather than being angry, I was…enthralled by the dick. The dick awakened a primal lust long slumbered within me. The dick was big and thick. And I instantly knew that I want it, I needed to get that magnificent dick inside my pussy.

My mind was filled with lust, and I instinctually sent him a sexy selfie in response, even sending him my information if he wanted to meet up and have a good time together. After the lust haze was no more, I finally realized the situation I put myself into. It was the start of this madness, the mysterious man has ordered me around to complete a task, from taking a sexy selfie to masturbating while fantasizing that his magnificent dick was fucking me. He then rewarded me with his dick picture, as if I am being Pavlov trained, the picture of his dick was enough to pacify and trap me in this madness.

My phone rang, notifying me that I got a reply from him. Along with his dick picture was a video, he had sent me several videos so far, it was mostly porn videos, but there were a few times he sent me a non-porn one like a workout routine video, which was weirdly nice. This time, he seemed to send me another non-porn video. From the thumbnail and title it was a makeup tutorial video, ‘A tutorial to be a bad MILF.’ was the title of the video. It was an intriguing title, but I think there was a typo on it, it should be a tutorial to be a badass MILF, right?

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Scott’s POV:

"Scott, it's your turn to roll the dice for the int check saving roll," said David.

We were in the middle of our afterschool DnD session. David was the DM, while I and Raven were the adventurer duo braving the dungeon. Usually, we played with a few more friends, having a party of four or more, unfortunately, the other two were suddenly busy with their family matters and unable to play with us today. For me though, this was an excellent opportunity for me to get close to Raven as the two of us bonded over a game.

David was a good right-hand man suited to bring us closer, he knew that I had a crush on Raven but never teased me for it. Or so, I thought. The nerd went quite overboard in being the DM and put the two of us in some awkward and embarrassing situation. For example, this time, he put us in a situation where the two of us fight against an evil warlock with mind-controlling power, Raven’s character has been mind-controlled, and I fell into the warlock’s trap. With the successful INT save roll, I would turn this situation in my favor.

The dice stopped at 1. A NAT 1. It’s a critical failure. “Fuck this shit! How can my luck be so bad?” I cursed.

“You failed to break away from the evil warlock’s trap and fell further to his control. You are hapless and can only stand petrified like a stone statue until the warlock gives you a command. Meanwhile, the warlock starts to **** your partner, Raven. He made her his sex **** and ravaged her in front of you to flex his victory against you. To add insult to your injury, he sent you out to capture other pretty women you know, for example, your mother, to add to his harem of mind-controlled sex slaves.”

“Stop right there, dude, you are going too far, why brought my mother into the story? More importantly, why are you going full-blown sexual? Read the room, you goddamn nerd! Don't spill your wet fantasy here," I was fuming. I seemed to judge David wrong, I never expected he would hit me when I was down.

"It's fine, all of us are already adults here, I don't mind the sexual talk as long as is necessary for the adventure to be immersive and engaging but don't shoehorn it forcefully, David, telling me that my character is now the warlock's sex **** is okay, but yeah, bringing Scott's mom into your fantasy isn't," Raven interjected. She probably wanted to de-escalate the situation before any actual conflict between us arose.

“Alright…I’m sorry, I got too carried away after I heard the rumor about Tiffany,” David apologized.

I kind of felt bad now. David’s crush was Tiffany, yes, Tiffany the head cheerleader. It’s an unattainable and impossible love story from the start. They were two people from different worlds. Tiffany could be said the leader of a popular clique, and David was…in the popular cliques’ words, part of the loser. Tiffany, like the rest of the clique, looked down on us, but well, David might be the exception, just because Tiffany’s mother and David’s mother were BFFs, so Tiffany was courteously nice to David from time to time when she remembered that he existed. But, just because a girl was being nice to you, didn’t mean that she likes you. Unfortunately, David here was failing to understand the concept, and holding hope that he has a chance to date Tiffany.

I calmed down. We had our circumstances, and making a big fuss of it would only ruin our friendship.

“So, does this mean, our adventures end here? Game over?” I asked David.

“Well, let’s suspend it now, we will continue when we got other players,” he replied.

As if my phone had been waiting for us to end the game, it rang once David closed our game session.

I fetched my phone and saw that it was a message from my mother’s number.

“Alright, I need to run an errand for my mother, see you tomorrow, peeps.”

I excused myself and walked away.

Need to go to a quiet place where there are a few people before opening the message.

Why did I have that mental note? I didn’t know, but my mind considered it the correct action.

I stopped at a narrow alleyway, only a few people passed by there. I opened the message from my mother.

“What the fuck!?” I was startled that my mom sent me a selfie where she was topless, and only in her bra, a sexy lacy shelf bra. From the background, it looked like she was inside a toilet because I saw toilet paper near her.

My dick was hard as a rock; it was quite painful as I wore tight briefs. Was it wrong to get a boner over your own mother? Morality-wise, yes, it’s wrong, I felt disgusted with myself. But Mother was such a hot MILF.

I shook my head and shrugged off the lustful thought out of my head. There was a more pressing matter.

“Why are you sending this, Mother? What happened?” I replied to her message, hoping that my mother would shed light on the matter.

I waited for a few minutes until my phone’s notification rang again.

She sent me a video file, with the number 4 in its title. I played the video, and in its first few seconds, the man I hate so much, Caleb, suddenly appeared on the screen. I almost threw away my phone but in the end, I didn’t do that. I kept staring at my phone’s screen, watching what Caleb was going to do.

I blinked several times. What was I doing here? Why am I staring at my phone’s home screen? Oh right, mother’s message!

I checked my phone and checked her message. Just the usual message that she would come home late today because of some work matters. Lately, Mother was really busy and took a lot of all-nighters. I could only see her briefly in the morning before I got to school, and she went on her work. It made me regret even more that we missed the chance to bond together at the last PTA meeting day.

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Darel’s POV:

“Don’t spill a drop, no cheerleaders of mine are a loser that can’t swallow Master’s whole load of cum.”

The one who said those words was Marcia, the pretty former coach. Her words were directed at Tiffany Macmillan, one of her former favorite students, who now struggled to get free from my dick as I unleashed a load of my cum down her throat. Alas, Marcia was holding Tiffany’s head from behind so the poor girl couldn’t escape unless I pulled my dick.

Cum began to leak out from her nose, and her eyes began to roll backward. I didn’t want to break my toy so fast, so I finally pulled my dick out from her mouth

Tiffany gagged and vomited out my cum once she was freed. But before she could rest, Marcia slammed her down to the floor, right to the puddle of her vomit.

“Incompetent slut, how dare you waste Master’s precious cum. I am ashamed to have a student like you, I thought you are a grade-A slut, but how could you turn out to be this embarrassing,” Marcia lashed out angrily.

“Forgive me…I’m sorry,” Tiffany mumbled weakly.

“Enough, Whore Ass, you don’t have the right to talk about her performance, because it boils down to how you didn’t teach how to be a proper whore under your tenure. As punishment, you can clean her puke on the floor together with her, you can choose whether you want to lick it or use your hair as a mop, show this disappointing slut how a real whore shall be.”

Whore Ass was a nickname I gave to Marcia. Fitting with her new post in life. A week ago, I sent the former coach to get a makeover to prep her for her new job. Formally, others knew that she took a leave to prepare for her wedding, and they would be shocked if they knew their former beloved coach left the job in her school to be a whore in secret instead. She now sported a new short bob hairstyle, her blonde hair dyed bubble gum pink. Her training pants and jacket were traded back to her old cheerleader uniform. The top was a few smaller than her current size, and the skirt part received some modification until it looked just like a belt.

Marcia was still registered at the school as employed, but the reality, she would not teach in the school ever again unless I asked her to fill my place. Whore Ass didn't care about teaching and the school anymore as I became the utmost important person in her life.

Whore Ass knew that the option given to her was no option at all considering her appearance. With her short bob hair, it would be hard to use her hair as a mop. She went down on all four and then began to lick the cum-mixed vomit puddle on the floor together with Tiffany.

My 'phone' rang and I lost interest in watching the spectacle of Whore Ass trying to hold on to not to vomit while she licks the floor clean.

I checked Anna's phone that I had seized. She sent me another sexy selfie. Unlike the other women I ensnared back at the PTA meeting, I put some extra work on Anna Robinson. I had put a subliminal command for her to message her old number once she got her new phone. Then I started to pile other subliminal commands on her and guided her to my liking. I lowered her inhibition bit by bit, clouded her judgment, and made her desperately horny with the second subliminal. Her lust-filled mind quickly fixated on my dick and created a feedback loop where seeing my dick could send her mind into overdrive. I sent some porn videos laced with the same subliminal to her for a few days before moving on to the third subliminal. The third subliminal I sent to her was hidden inside a workout video, I made her self-conscious about her body and planted great urges to work out and keep her body in shape in her mind. She would follow the workout routine in the video I sent. But it wasn’t that simple, I deliberately made the routine emphasize being sexy instead of a correct shape. The more she did the routine, the hornier she became. If the second subliminal made her fixated on my dick, the third subliminal made her long for a trainer figure that would monitor and approve her workout, and of course, that was me. She would think about me from time to time until she missed me dearly and took the initiative to contact me.

And now, for the fourth subliminal, I think the MILF was ready for her first drastic makeover.

I want to be a bad MILF.
I want to be desired by men younger than me.
I need to always dress like a slut.
I need to show that I am available.
I need to follow the instructions in the video.
Men’s attention makes me feel good.
Except for the attention from my son.
A bad MILF is a bad mother.
I need to be a bad mother to my son.
The more he dislikes what I am doing, the closer I am to my goal as a bad mother.
His disapproval is the approval I seek.

I chuckled after finishing checking the content of the subliminal I going to send to the wimp’s mother. Deliciously wicked. This would be the beginning of the wimp’s nightmare. He would unknowingly push his mother down to the slutdom.

The video itself was a tutorial on Whoredom 101, about how to apply a whorish makeup, and a slideshow of jaded washed-up old whores in all kinds of slutty clothes and fetish costumes. Anna’s brain would absorb the information like a sponge and would think that the video was great and try to dress like one of the whores in the video.

Meanwhile, for Scott, I forwarded his mother’s sexy picture to his number. Like his bitch of a mother, along with the bitch’s picture, I have sent him a few subliminal that he didn’t remember. My command for Scott was to delete the picture and video I sent after the subliminal video ended. The video and picture might be gone from his phone but it has been engraved deep within the boy’s consciousness, just waiting the time for it to resurface.

“Master, we are done, what shall we do next?”

I was distracted by the report from Whore Ass who finally finished licking the cum puddle on the floor with Tiffany.

“You two can go now, take Tiffany to buy some new slutwear, and bring her to Esmeralda’s salon. Tiffany, you will tell Esmeralda to shave your hair bald. You don’t have the right to grow your hair until you learn to be a real slut that can satisfy me, the only hair you can grow is your armpit hair, and you will grow it from now as part of your punishment.”

For a cheerleader like herself, the punishment meant that her cheerleading days were over.

“Worry not, you can still stay in the team. I will make sure of it, you will still be a cheerleader, but maybe not the captain anymore. I will give you a chance to pick who will be the next captain of the team, but you can only pick someone who dislikes you or an uber-bitch who gladly backstab their friends. You shall be grateful to me for this.”

I then sent a video file to Tiffany’s phone, “Show her that video, and she will know what she needed to do to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir! Thank you for keeping me on the team!” Tiffany replied.

“Ok, both of you can go now.”

Before Tiffany exited the room, I stopped her again. “Tiffany, when you get home, tell your Mommy to open her email, I think she will be a good supervisor in your slutdom training.”

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Scott’s POV:

“Scott, please save me!”

My mother’s distress call woke me up. Instead of my room, I found myself inside a room completely unfamiliar to me, a dark and damp room that seemed long abandoned. The wooden floor creaked whenever I took a step, as if it going to break anytime even with the softest step I took.

“Scott, quick! I need your help, he…He going to take me.”

I heard another call for help from my mother. This time it was more informative as she said some man was going to take her. I wasted no time and ran in the direction of the voice. It was a bad decision as the wooden floor cracked and I tripped down. Dust and dirt fell onto me. I felt filthy.

I stood up and tried to shrug the filth off me, but it seemed to persistently stuck on me. I gave up trying to wipe the filth off me after spending a few minutes trying to clean myself. There was no time to waste, I needed to get to my mother as soon as possible, but the moment I tried to walk faster, I felt a stinging pain in my feet. I had strained my ankle from the previous fall.

“Scott, he got me, I can’t hold him back, I’m going to lose it.” The voice of my mother echoed in the air once again.

I dragged my feet despite the pain and kept moving toward the source of the voice until I finally reached a room that had a big gaping hole in the center. The hole was pitch black, no light could penetrate the darkness, it was a bottomless abyss.

“Mommy down here, Sweetie.”

Did I need to jump down? I didn’t see any stairs or rope to go down the hole. I hesitated. I was afraid…afraid of the darkness. My mind warned me of the danger and told me not to jump inside. I have the feeling that once I jump, I will be swallowed by the darkness, and never see the light ever again.

“It’s fine to go deeper, baby.”

I heard my mother’s voice from deep inside the hole. But her words made me feel uneasy, she no longer sounds like a woman who was in distress, her voice rather disturbingly coquettish now.

“Faster!”

Her voice suddenly changed back to desperated one. I didn’t have the luxury to think about why one time she sounded coquettish and one time she sounded like she was in distress, my mother's well-being was my priority for now. I jumped inside the pitch-black hole, thinking only about her. I thought it was going to be free fall directly into the bottom of the abyss, but I felt more like a rock slowly sinking to the bottom of a muddy swamp.

Deep within the bottomless darkness, there was a pinprick of light in the void.

"Come, baby, come," I heard my mother's voice come from the direction of that pinprick of light. I tried to ‘swim’ toward the light source.

"You can do it, baby! Just a little more!" The voice of my mother was cheering for me. Her voice filled me with warmth. It reminded me of the old time when I was children when she encouraged me in my study every time I lost my motivation.

With renewed conviction, I pushed forward to the light, but the closer I got to the light, the harder it was to move forward. My body felt heavy and weak as if I am going to suffocate. It took all my energy to get close enough to the light spot. When I got close enough, I found out that the light spot wasn’t a door, but a window to see the other side.

"Keep pushing baby, you're almost there!" My mother yelled, she then let out an uncontrolled moan. “Oh god, yes! That’s it, you finally hit the spot! Fuck! Fuck me!"

"Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh god!"

"Push harder baby. You can do it."

The soothing voice of my mother in my memory faded as the screams and wails of ecstasy came out from the woman I respected the most.

I realized that so far, she wasn’t encouraging me, but it was for the other man to ravage her. I couldn’t see who was fucking my mother from this angle. Impulsively, I slammed my fist into the window, trying to break the window into pieces.

As the window started to crack from my hit, the surrounding darkness started going turbulent and shook as if there was an underwater earthquake.

The crack got bigger until the window broke completely into pieces. A vortex appeared in the opening created by the broken window that sucked everything on my side like a black hole. I was sucked into the vortex along with the surrounding darkness.

I thought I was going to die from the experience, but I survived even though I felt all weird and like shit now.

As I regained my focus, I finally realized the weirdness of the room I was in. The room was gigantic in scale, everything seemed to be made for a giant. I saw two giant figures in the room. One of the giants was clearly my mother. She was naked, her already big tits now looked like a small hill from my point of view. Looking at my mother, I realized that it wasn't the room that was gigantic, it was me who was shrinking into a mini scale.

I saw her body moving back and forth. With each movement, her gigantic tits swung like a clacker clashing with each other. Her movement shook the ground like a mini earthquake and made me unable to stand steadily.

"Stop, please stop it, Mother!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, but in her ears, like an ant trying to communicate with a human, she probably couldn't hear my voice. She continued to moan and squeal without any care to my pleas, her voice was deafening and crushing to my tiny ears.

I giving up trying to get my mother to hear me, and move to a better spot to see who was fucking my mother. Was it my father?

Then I saw him. Another giant behind my mother. He was taller and bigger than she was, his hand pulled my mother's hair like a rein as he thrusts his huge pole in and out of her. His every thrust sent her squealing like a degenerate bitch.

"Fuck me! Ruin me! I want your hard dick deep inside me! Break my mind with your dick!" The man then slapped my mother’s pillowy buttock and sent her squealing louder than before. They got more intense as Mother kept begging the man to fuck her harder and faster. “Fuck me and **** my ass, I'm yours! I'm your fucking whore! I’m my son’s bully’s whore! Made me forget about the wimp as you overwrite my mind with your dick, Caleb!”

I slumped to the ground as I was finally able to see clearly who the man was. The figure who gave my mother what seemed to be the best fuck of her life wasn’t my father, but someone I really familiar with. He saw me with the same cold sneer and the same eyes full of sadistic glee that he used to give me when he forcefully took my lunch money, when he physically abused me if he didn’t get what he want, or when he played a cruel unfunny ‘jokes’ of him to me where he humiliated me by asking me to drink piss or lick his shoe. The gigantic figure was Caleb.

From his smirk, Caleb seemed to notice my presence. He stopped fucking my Mother. My mother looked confused about why Caleb abruptly stopped, and he pointed in my direction. My mother looked at me, and her hand quickly fell down to me as if she slapping a mosquito.

I jolted awake. Thankfully, it’s just a nightmare. Mother would not have anything sexual to do with Caleb, would she? No, why did I even doubt her? Mother will not do that.

To be continued...

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