Like Sinking into a Bottomless Mire (Black - Gaslighting Brainwashing) (3)
Everything had gone exactly according to the Benei Guard Chief's wishes.
During the day, he'd shared sweet conversations with Black, gently closing the psychological distance between them.
All while subtly gaslighting and indoctrinating her with his own special methods.
This was a different kind of technique from the Hypnosis Factory's hypnosis programs—one that couldn't be quantified or proven with proper metrics. It clashed fundamentally with the factory's mindset, where everything had to be formalized into equations.
That was why, even in the same city, the Hypnosis Factory and the Training Facility had no交流, and why brothers like Benel Guard Chief and Moku Factory Manager could never get along—their approaches were rooted in completely different philosophies.
'I know his methods, and the ones officially adopted by the Mech拉克, are efficient.'
'But hypnosis modifications that just churn out cookie-cutter results... they lack aesthetics, romance, fun.'
'And above all, they're unstable. Since they're based on precise calculations, any tiny deviation in the subject over time... mumbling...'
Anyway, he'd indoctrinated Black in his own way.
And as a result of that brainwashing, Black couldn't hold back any longer and had come to his room just like this.
Deliberately stepping out when she approached, leaving his belongings in plain sight for her—it was all set up by him, and Black had fallen into a trance, lost in masturbation as he'd planned.
Exposing her succulent breasts and pussy, she'd wandered the room, vulgarly chasing pleasure.
He'd watched every moment through the room's cameras, but she showed no sign of noticing.
After savoring the sight long enough, he'd returned to the room.
Acting oblivious, as if he'd just walked in on the scene.
That startled look on Black's face, the fleeting return of her reason followed by utter despair—it was exquisite, simply exquisite.
And so, things had come to this—
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'Is Black okay?'
The morning wake-up bell had rung just moments ago.
After preparing for the day's duties, Blue Sapphire stepped out into the hallway at the assembly bell, still thinking about her roommate and comrade—who seemed to have vanished in the late hours of the night and hadn't returned even as roll call loomed.
She tried hoping that maybe she'd escaped the Facility, but a moment's thought made that impossible.
So all Blue Sapphire could do was pray that Black was safe.
Standing in the hallway before her door with that prayer in her heart, the hologram screen materialized in the air beyond the railing, just as always—displaying the Guard Chief.
He wasn't personally patrolling for roll call like yesterday.
A small mercy, perhaps—Blue Sapphire let out a quiet sigh of relief.
'But where's Black?'
Roll call began, the Guard Chief droning on like some moral lecture.
The hologram showed his upper body and the room he was in... but no sign of Black.
She'd assumed Black had gone to him, but maybe not.
Or was she just outside the camera's view...?
The hologram, focused on the Guard Chief, zoomed out to reveal his full figure.
He lounged casually somewhere.
Beneath him, Black Twilight lay naked on all fours like a dog, serving as his chair.
Her eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged.
The Guard Chief was burly and fat, while Black—already slimmer than even petite Blue Sapphire—looked frail underneath.
Her body trembled—was it from struggling under his heavy bulk?
Magical girls' bodies were far tougher than humans' even without mana, but the visual imbalance and shock were indescribable.
The Guard Chief smacked Black's ass like he was urging her on.
Then he jabbed his fingers into the slit between her cheeks, squelching away.
Mic'd up close, no doubt—the lewd wet sounds of her pussy echoed clearly through the hall.
Some magical girls swallowed hard, rubbing their thighs together.
All here had masochistic modifications, so even Black's treatment sparked envy.
Blue Sapphire, with some reason left, felt disgust and self-loathing at her own flicker of jealousy... but it was inevitable.
We're the lamentable ones.
Blue Sapphire couldn't hide her incredulous expression.
A nearby guard spotted it, scolded her for rudeness, and whipped her ass hard several times.
Black wasn't the type for this, and on the very night she'd been chosen by the Guard Chief? The cause was obvious.
Besides, weren't they the ones turning the magical girls here into vulgar sows?
His nonsense didn't add up at all.
Even as Blue Sapphire grumbled inwardly, the Guard Chief's baffling tirade continued, his hand tormenting Black's sensitive spots without pause.
Black shuddered violently, cumming from the fingers plunging deep into her pussy.
He pulled them out, slick with her juices, and smeared them over her asshole.
Then he dug in, stimulating it.
The pleasure hitting her ass after her pussy made Black's body sway perilously again.
Alternating between pussy and ass until she came once more.
Then he removed her gag, shoved his filthy fingers into her mouth for cleaning... and kept talking.
The announcement hit like thunder, sending ripples of unrest through the magical girls.
No retraction followed—it was real—and soon anomalies struck the prisoners.
A strange new pattern faintly glows in the empty center of every magical girl's Uterus Mark.
Its meaning is intuitively clear: No Orgasms Allowed.
Duration: 3 Days
"Ngh...!?"
A strange sensation in her lower belly drew her gaze downward.
All magical girls in this Facility bore custom Uterus Marks there.
Now, a faint, simplistic glyph hovered in the blank center—orgasm prohibition, unmistakable at a glance.
The hologram vanished like a mirage.
But unrest lingered among the assembled magical girls.
Even glances toward Blue Sapphire, Black's roommate and comrade, carried weight.
'Black...'
Blue Sapphire could only worry about her still.
Her own lower belly faintly glowed with the orgasm ban glyph...
Ugh... ugh... sob...
Grk... ah...
"That's how it happened, Black. Just as you heard."
"I'm truly sorry, but as the person in charge here... it was unavoidable."
"But I don't hate you for it. Please understand."
In the Guard Chief's room, after roll call and cameras cleared, Black Twilight straddled the imperiously seated Guard Chief, rocking her hips in devoted service.
He pinched her jiggling pink nipples, murmuring comforts.
Whether she heard him or not, Black diligently bounced atop him... and came effortlessly on his cock.
Haaah...!
Arms around his neck in an embrace, chin raised, hips bucking wildly... she trembled in sweet climax...