THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 20 (Raven's PoV)

Raven’s PoV:

I felt like I was drowning in darkness. There was only darkness here. Nothing else. The darkness was everywhere, but I didn't feel a slight ounce of fear or discomfort, in contrast somehow, I felt at peace. Although I couldn’t see my body in this darkness, I could still feel my body get pumped by a rush of pleasure from time to time. I was in a state of almost perpetual bliss where the pleasure overwhelmed any other thought I have,

I didn’t know how long I had been in this darkness. With all this darkness, my brain couldn’t tell time. I thought I was going to be in this darkness forever until a spot of light suddenly appeared in this everlasting darkness. The light was trying to penetrate the darkness veil, It was like someone trying to open a hole in a bog swamp, the darkness was slowly filling the hole opened by the light.

“Raven, can you hear me?” A voice from the light was calling me. It was a woman’s voice I wasn’t familiar with. Raven. Was my name Raven? Honestly, I couldn’t remember who I was anymore.

“Raven, if you hear me, I want you to go to the light, I will save you,” said the voice.

Do I need to be saved?

I hesitated for a moment until I heard another woman’s voice that told me to “go” and “do my mission.”. Unlike the voice from the light that sounded unfamiliar to me, this other voice gave me a familiar feeling of closeness that made me want to do what the voice told me.

At first, I couldn’t see my body in this darkness, but the closer I was to the light, I regained my ‘form’. I could see my body again.

I reached the light, and I was no longer in the total darkness, but in a room. A familiar room, it was the school’s counselor room.

“Raven, have you gone past the light veil? Give me a nod if you did.” instructed the voice of light.

I nodded.

“Good, can you tell me where you are now?”

“School’s guidance counselor office.” I replied.

“Try to remember what happened in this office.” Commanded the voice.

I dug into my memory, trying to recall what happened in this room when I was here. For me, the memory felt like it was so distant, like it happened months ago, so my memories were a bit blurry.

I came here to meet someone. Duh, of course, I came here to meet someone. Students came to the guidance counselor room to meet the school counselor, right? Our school counselor is Mrs. Ariana Fisk. A compassionate, middle-aged woman who cares for the student’s future. But I don’t expect that the kind-hearted teacher is actually an unethical hypnotist behind a lot of change in our school. She hypnotized me. Yes, that’s right, Mrs. Ariana Fisk is the one who hypnotized me. Although I could remember it, I also couldn’t help but feel there was something not right with the detail of the event. What was wrong? I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Have you remembered what happened to you in this room, Raven?” The voice asked.

“Yes.”

“I want you to conjure the perpetrator in the room, but instead of repeating what happened in real life and fallen victim to them, you are beating them. This is your world. You can do anything within this place.” explained the voice.

Can I? I tried to imagine that Mrs. Ariana was there in the room, emulating my memory. Just as the voice told me, a copy of Mrs. Ariana appeared in the room. But she didn’t look ‘right’. The blonde-haired counselor wasn’t in her normal professional attire but dressed like a sexy dominatrix in skimpy leather leotard bodysuit and thigh high boots, her breasts were big and fake.

I felt something really wrong here, was this Mrs. Ariana as I remembered? Obviously, the answer should be a no, but when I rummaged through my memories again, I have both memories where she looked like this one and looked quite normal and professional. _Which one is the real one? _I prefer to believe that the normal and professional was the real one, but if so, why did the one that I conjured was this version?

“Hello, little one. Are you ready for your counseling session?” Mrs. Ariana greeted me with a wicked smile plastered on her face.

“No, you are not going to hypnotize me and put me under your control again!”

“Oh, you don’t like it? You seem to have forgotten how happy you are in my control.”

I couldn’t refute her, I was in a state of almost perpetual bliss and unable to think of anything else, “But that is not the life that I want, it’s a fake happiness! Nobody want to be your play doll. You will release all other girls under your control to, or else —”

“Or else? What can you do? You are in my room; I won’t let you get away from this room.” The counselor smirked.

What can I do? I can do anything; this is my world. I know what I need to do. I conjured two police officers in the room to catch Mrs. Ariana.

But like how I conjured Mrs. Ariana, there was something wrong with one of the police officer’s appearances. I summoned two officers, a man and a woman. The male officer, a black man, looked quite normal. Well, maybe the huge bulge under his pants was quite exaggerated, but it was ‘normal’ compared to his partner. The other officer, a white woman, looked like she was coming straight out a porn movie. Platinum blonde big hair, round fake tits and exaggerated body figure, and a skimpy parody of a police officer’s costume.

Like with Mrs. Ariana, I didn’t know why those people were summoned in this form. Was I unconsciously wanting them to be in this form? Maybe, because when looking at these two police officers, my pussy was growing wet. I could feel a warm feeling around my crotch, a feeling of longing desire. My pussy wants to be filled. When I looked at the man, my mind automatically thought how great it was to be fucked by his huge dick he packed under his pants. While the woman made me wonder whether she was a great cuntlicker, but not only that, as I kept looking at her, the urge to put my lips on her fake enormous tits grew stronger.

“Mrs. Ariana, you are under arrest for suspected **** of multiple women. dealing with dangerous substances that influence someone’s mind and doing unethical medical practice.” said the male officer.

“You can’t do this to me, I’m doing this for their own goodness.”

“Typical delusional savior complex. You can explain your reason in court, everything you say now will be used against you in court.” The officer spat and then handcuffed the counselor before dragging her away.

When Mrs. Ariana was passing me. She paused for a moment. She whispered to me, “Don’t think this is the end, sooner, you will be back to us. For you can only be happy when you are under the control of the Master.”

The police resumed to drag the sexy MILF away. They vanished once they got to the exit door. I guess it was because they were only illusions that I created based on my memory.

I did it, I beat Mrs. Ariana instead of falling victim to her control, I was freed. _Am I? _I still felt that something was quite wrong. Something was different from how it was supposed to be. I was overlooking some important details. But what did I miss?

When I was still contemplating my thoughts. My surroundings changed again. The room transformed into another familiar room, my bedroom. I walked and stopped in front of the full-body mirror in my room.

“Is that me?” I mumbled in disbelief as I saw my reflection in the mirror. Gone was my red hair, replaced with bright blonde hair, and styled in a twin tail. My boobs were bigger than what I remembered. I looked stupid, I looked like a bimbo who was trying to mock a goth by dressing like one.

“Yes, I am you,” replied my reflection.

Surprised by the sudden action of my reflection, I took some steps back in fear. But instead of following my action and stepping back, my reflection stepped forward and walked out of the mirror.

“Why are you surprised? Does your reflection look scary to you?” my ‘reflection’ asked me.

“No, you are not my reflection, I’m not some freaky bimbo! Who are you?” I replied in denial.

“Maybe you are right, maybe I am not your reflection. You have such an icky name; Raven, but I am not Raven, I am Candy. Candy is better than Raven. So, why should Candy be your reflection? I am Candy…the true self. And Candy should replace you,” Candy cackles maniacally and crept closer to me.

“No, go away, you aren’t me, and you also are not going to replace me. Go back to whatever hell you are coming from. Perish!” I tried to banish my ‘reflection’ away. Using my power of imagination, I tried to imagine that she was vanishing to dust like a classic vampire hit by sunlight.

“You tried to make me vanish? It will not be so easy to send me away.”

Despite my ‘reflection’ bravado, I could see that some part of her legs had vanished into smoke.

“Begone, you devil!” I yelled at her while using my power of imagination even harder to make her vanish quicker.

“Got you.” My ‘reflection’ said before she fully dispersed into smoke. Some lingering cloud of smoke gathered and flew toward me. It hit me in the face and entered through my orifices.

“Give me the control of your body,” I could hear my ‘voice’ inside my head.

“No, I will not give you my body. Get out! Get out of my body!”

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“Raven, wake up! Get hold of yourself.” said a woman in black suit

I heard someone was calling me, and I jolted awake. My eyes opened wide, my back drenched in sweat, my breath was irregular and short, my body felt weak, and my pussy was so wet.

“It’s okay…it’s okay, calm down. You’re fine now.” The woman assured me.

I recognized her voice. “Are you the one behind the voice of light?”

“I am. My name’s Hannah Clark, a CIA agent.” Hannah introduced herself

“A CIA agent? Yes, I recalled that you said that you wanted to save me, can you tell me what happened? Why were my hands and feet bound?” After Hannah made me calm down, I finally noticed some other details like my hands and feet were bound to the chair, the strange taste in my lips, and the most dreadful of all, I have huge balloon-like tits. What just happened to me?

“I bound your hands and feet for safety. You may have realized it by yourself, but if you haven’t yet, let me tell you; you have been under someone’s brainwash. And when you are under the influence, you can put up a hell of a fight if you weren't tied and would impede the effort to break you from their influence. After I finish checking that you have been freed from the brainwash, I will untie you.”

After hearing her explanation, I understood her reason and worry, so I didn’t make a big fuss regarding my bound hands and feet. I just let the CIA lady finish her check on me, but I began to notice something was wrong with the lady. Her breath was feverish, her skin blushed reddish pink.

“Ma'am, are you okay? You don’t look well,” I asked her with some concern.

“I’m at my limit, I’m using some CIA **** to help you break their brainwash, but because of how it needs to be administered mouth to mouth, I feel the brunt of the side effects…your cunt looks so wet and juicy, I wonder how it tastes.”

The CIA agent dove headfirst to my cunt, she was licking my pussy like a thirsty beast. I could tell that she had lost her reasoning under the side effect of whatever **** she used to help me regain my mind.

Maybe it was because I felt that I owed her something that I didn’t resist when the agent ravaged my pussy with her tongue. And to be honest, It felt good. It was apparent that she was quite experienced in eating pussy.

“Yes, lick that spot.”

Hannah licked the sensitive spots. My body trembled in pleasure.

Candy — Raven loves to cum.

The weird thought surfaced to my mind, but I didn’t have time to care for it as I came, I spasmed as orgasm took over my consciousness for a moment. I squirted my juice right on the agent’s face.

It seemed that after being sprayed with my girl’s cum, the agent regained some of her self-control and realized what she had done.

“Sorry for what I did, you must be quite scared of someone.” Hannah apologized.

“Oh no, I’m okay, it feels good anyway,” I replied.

Hannah gave me a grateful smile, “Thank you. I don’t know that you are a lesbian. Pity, Scott just lost his chance.”

“I’m not a les —” I paused. I was feeling good when other women licked my pussy, and I didn’t have any qualms about it. Did it make me a lesbian? No, I still love men. I’m not a lesbian. Maybe I am a bisexual.

“I’m not a lesbian, I’m a bi.” I replied clearly this time. “And why do you bring Scott in our conversation?”

“It seems you don’t have any memory of the past few hours. The boy is the one who desperately wants to save you. The boy is now outside if you want to thank him,” Hannah answered.

“Am I getting the clear?” I asked her.

The agent shook her head, “Not yet, but I’m already 80% sure you are freed from their brainwashing, it’s enough to let you meet Scott. Anyway, we needed him to do some cross check.”

“Wait, don’t call him yet. Do you have any mirrors?” I stopped the agent for calling Scott to the room.

“I have, let me fetch one for you.”

The agent quickly came back with a mirror in her hand. I looked at the reflection. I already prepared for it, but looking at it still broke my heard. What I saw in my reflection was the blonde-haired slutty Candy, the one back in my ‘dream’, and not my goth look that I used to have.

“Is this me?” I still uttered my disbelief even though I already knew the answer.

“Don’t be sad, it must be a shocking transformation to you, finding your body molded into this obscenity. I have some spare clothes, maybe one is more to your liking than what you are wearing now.”

“Thanks, I will accept your offer. I feel uncomfortable in this skimpy goth costume, I feel like I’m a mockery of something that I love.”

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