I'll Tell You Everything... (Cookie - Machine Torment Interrogation Rape♥ Fairy Brainwashing Interrogation♥)
Nnghaaah♡♡♡ Aaah♡♡ Hyaaah♡♡
Stop… please stop♡♡♡ Ah♡ Aah♡ Kyaaah♡♡
In the deepest, darkest interrogation room of the Hypnosis Factory, the magical girl Black Twilight and her contracted fairy Cookie are held captive.
Amid machines designed solely to sexually ravage female flesh and push it to its limits, Cookie's screams and moans echo endlessly.
Every sensitive spot on her body is tormented and toyed with by countless devices.
Special aphrodisiacs that numb the fairy's reason and stimulate her instincts flow nonstop through an IV drip into her veins.
A helmet customized for fairies covers her head, reforming and brainwashing her mind, while the fairy uterus mark etched on her lower abdomen absorbs her magic and emits a sinister glow.
Several mechanical arms cling to that mark, delivering constant stimulation and modifications.
Pads attached to every corner of her body monitor her vital signs in real time.
Data linked to nanomachines infiltrating her body feeds into an AI program, which precisely adjusts the intensity and methods of torment to break her optimally.
Whirr whirr whirr whirrr
Scrub scrub scrub scrub…!
"Eeeek?! Hiiiii♡!!"
Delicate brushes inside soft nipple cups rub relentlessly against her perky little breasts' erect tips.
Her clitoris is trapped in a high-speed rotating cap, forcibly wringing out pleasure at its limit.
Inside her forcibly spread pussy, coarse toothbrush-like bristles, thin rods probing her womb entrance, and injection needles for remodeling her weak spots pack the space densely.
The scraping of rough bristles on her vaginal walls and the blunt prodding at her cervix make Cookie buck her hips wildly, on the verge of blacking out.
Injection needles pierce her soft underarms and thighs, pumping in special aphrodisiacs.
Her breasts are already remodeled to rival a sex organ in sensitivity, and even a light brush on her underarms or thighs is enough to make her leak uncontrollably.
The Mech拉克 researchers plan to use Cookie in future experiments. Her ovaries' reinforcement and forced ovulation mods progress steadily for that reason.
Impregnation and birth through interspecies breeding, or extraction of fairy eggs—she's destined to be living material, no different.
Hidden by the helmet, her face is a mess of tears and drool.
She started with fairy pride fueling resistance, but her weak endurance crumbled quickly. She declared defeat, begging for mercy.
Each humiliating surrender etches into her uterus mark as a spell, but swept in waves of pleasure, Cookie has no room to notice.
With pride and hope abandoned, she clings and sobs, but in the sealed room, no one but machines hears her pleas.
"Please… please stop… it's too good, I'm going insane… waaah♡"
Begging emotionless machines to halt the pleasure, Cookie eventually gives up even on seeking help, sinking helplessly into instinct's abyss.
Greeeeen—
The heavy door of the interrogation room, filled only with feeble moans and machine hums, slides open. Slippered footsteps enter, revealing Liliza in a white coat.
Beneath the coat, she's barely wearing anything—a micro panty that just covers her privates.
Behind her struts Moku Factory Manager, this factory's overseer and her master, his obese bulk oozing arrogance.
His hand rests on Liliza's waist, groping her ass openly.
Liliza doesn't resist—instead, she glances at him coyly, flashing a female smile like a girl in love.
The old stoic, man-indifferent Liliza is gone.
"Liliza, handle it like always."
"Yes, Master…♡♡"
Liliza manipulates a holographic panel in the air, and the machines pinning Cookie detach one by one.
Helmet removed, restraints loosened to recline her, Cookie blinks unfocused eyes, regaining awareness.
"Haa… haa…♡♡ Li, Lil…iza…?"
"How was it, Fairy? Did you enjoy the pleasure?"
Cookie shakes her head desperately.
"Stop… please don't… I've told you everything I know… I'll do anything you say, so please…."
"As always, we'll verify the info. Speak anything that comes to mind."
Drenched in sweat, still twitching, Cookie squeezes out info desperately with her voice. It's a repeated process.
Hours of horrific training erode her mind, then she surrenders intel.
Satisfactory info earns rest or dessert; unsatisfactory amps the torment.
Cookie's arrogance is long castrated. She's spilled even Fairy Kingdom taboos.
Secrets no fairy subject could utter due to soul oaths—but current Cookie fears instant pleasure torture more than heavenly punishment.
Violating taboos erodes her fairy power slowly.
The sacred something upholding her mind and soul fades; she degenerates below livestock.
But overwhelming current stimuli leave no room to worry about her downfall.
Cookie is crumbling.
Cookie is corrupting.
The near-omnipotent Cookie, who could do anything.
A genius fairy among fairies, barely knowing effort.
That brilliant, superior fairy is clearly breaking down.
Falling toward existence lower than the humans she scorned—worse than livestock.
Cookie can't stop it.
She thinks only of dodging the immediate catastrophe-like torment, not some vague future….
"Understood. Loud and clear."
Liliza nods. Today's haul: new ways to subdue Black Twilight, plus Fairy Kingdom core secrets.
Black Twilight intel alone insufficient? She threw in Fairy Kingdom extras.
Honestly, Black Twilight sufficed for Liliza, but Cookie had no choice.
Dissatisfied? Liliza would've silently ramped torture, demanding more.
One shot—overkill to avoid shortfall.
Thus, Liliza gleaned plenty.
Magical girl intel matters, but Fairy Kingdom info—rich, special resource haven—is priceless.
Plus, that headache Pure White's full intel—identity, powers, origins—all extracted thoroughly.
Moku marvels.
Smart woman indeed. Talented not just in research, but torture too.
If aimed at him? Chilling thrill.
"Thanks, Fairy. Very useful."
"Haa… haa… so, rest now…?"
"Then, let's bump torment to level 2. Continue a few more hours."
Cookie's face freezes at Liliza's words.
Wide eyes brim with shock, silently scolding—what the hell?
Liliza meets the gaze nonchalantly.
Moku hugs her from behind, kneading thighs and smooth belly—her cheeks flush more.
"W-why…? I told everything… really nothing left…."
"Could be lies. Monitoring shows you can handle stronger stimuli easily."
"Really… nothing more…."
"—Pointless, Fairy."
Moku speaks, still groping Liliza.
"We just enjoy tormenting you."
His oily, pudgy face grins sleazily.
Cookie has no retort.
Machine whirrs fix her pose, helmet descends. Stronger devices swarm her sensitive spots seamlessly.
―――――――!!
Her curse—rage and despair mixed—muffles to mutters under the helmet.
Moku and Liliza savor the sight fondly, then exit.
A touch of pity? Moku tells Liliza to prepare top-tier dessert for post-session Cookie.