Resentment: The Magical Girl Driven into a Corner (Blue Sapphire - Pleasure Clone Sex) (1)
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Pah! Pah! Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang! Pah...
Schlorp...!!
Blrp... blrrp... blrrp... glurk...
Clinging to the Guard Chief like a lifeline, she takes his seed—his semen—deep inside her belly.
Black wraps her arms and legs around the Guard Chief, writhing in ecstatic climax.
She tells herself over and over to endure, recalls it endlessly, but still... she can't hold back....
"Ha, feels good. Feels so good. Spraying my seed all over this sow magical girl's pussy and womb... It's fucking amazing, I never get tired of it."
"Guess this morning wood fuck is enough for now... Kehek."
Black is so lost in a hazy stupor that she can't even properly make out the Guard Chief's voice murmuring right in her ear.
And yet, she keeps reciting her apologies, confessing what trash she is, without pause.
Proof that the Guard Chief's brainwashing and thought induction are working perfectly.
But even so, she's still a long way from the level he truly desires.
Brainwashing is inherently delicate—delicate, delicate, delicate, and delicate yet again.
The Factory or Facility churns it out mechanically like an assembly line, but that soulless process falls short of his ideals by a factor of a hundred, in both method and result.
'Still, I can't keep this woman pinned down forever.'
'Heh heh... Let's finish her off within a week. Three days at most.'
'Deny everything about this sow. Subjugate it all. Make her submit completely.'
'Turn her into... my perfect plaything. A sex toy tailored exactly to my tastes... Kehek.'
With his pillar of a cock still rock-hard, the Guard Chief churns and stirs Black's pussy and womb, freshly flooded with his massive load, before finally pulling out.
Black's eyes roll back halfway in pleasure as she moans, and from her now-empty pussy, the thick white semen gushes back out, dripping in heavy globs.
Black's sloppy, indecent expression, lost in deep bliss amid climax.
The pussy of a bitch in heat, satisfied by orgasm, spewing cum.
Drones capture every last bit of it without missing a frame... all to broadcast this shameless spectacle to everyone....
As the Guard Chief said, Black's every move—every moment she climaxes during sex—is broadcast live throughout the Facility, without omission.
Blue Sapphire watches it all too, her fellow magical girl, roommate, and friend.
Of course, laced with worry.
'Ugh... What the hell are they doing to Black.'
'She's clearly out of it... I should've dragged her out and escaped last night...!'
"What're you thinking about, hey?"
"If you don't cry properly, it makes us sad, y'know? Feels like we're just playing with dolls."
Slap! Smack!
Schlorp! Schlorp...!!
Squelch... squish...
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz...!!
"Eeeeeeek~~~~♡♡♡"
A hologram screen floats in the air right in front of her eyes, perfectly visible if she just glances up—broadcasting Black's every moment.
Blue Sapphire, who'd been desperately averting her eyes from the torment on screen, twists her body and wails as intense stimulation hits her all at once.
Blue Sapphire is in one of the Facility's training rooms.
In the center of this fairly spacious room, she's restrained with her arms pulled up overhead, half-suspended.
Surrounding her are four trainers doubling as guards.
They've bared their muscular bodies and cocks, keeping a slight distance from the central Blue Sapphire.
And beside them... are dolls modeled after Blue Sapphire.
Though called dolls, they're more precisely clone bodies—lacking only a mind, but identical in form and internals to the original.
Mech拉克 homunculus tech adapted to create perfect physical duplicates, with enhanced durability and sensitivity in the genitals for even greater pleasure than the original.
And the key part: each clone shares sensations and mana with the restrained original at the room's center.
All five lower abdomens—four Blue Sapphire clone bodies and the original—bear identical uterus marks, enabling the mana and sensory link.
Sharing mana between different beings is imperfect even with Mech拉克 tech, but since clones match the original down to the genetic level, leakage is minimized to under 10%.
Issues like distance limits and production costs remain, but the Guard Chief recognized the potential and piloted it here in the Facility, making it part of the prisoners' curriculum....
These four clones share Blue Sapphire's mana and senses.
The monster guards each take one, toying with them however they please.
One rams his cock into a sopping-wet clone pussy, just like the original.
Another suckles and kneads the clone's easily lactating tits, milking out the breast milk.
Another spanks the unresisting clone's ass smack smack, or buries his face between the cheeks to tongue the sweet-tasting asshole, identical to hers.
The last hangs the clone with sex toys and vibrators, then churns her pussy with a dildo, tormenting her relentlessly.
The clones don't react as dramatically as the original.
No expressions, no light in their eyes... but their pussies drip wet, hips twitching as if on the verge of orgasm, clearly feeling the pleasure.
And Blue Sapphire in the center reflects those reactions several times over, moaning obscenely, twisting her body, leaking all sorts of fluids.
"Ah, aaah...♡ Stop, stop...♡♡ Hiiik... It's weird... getting all weird♡♡...!!"
"Nah, we like this. It's our job."
"And even if they're clones, it feels fucking great. Why would we stop?"
"Heh heh... We can break 'em a bit, y'know. It's an experiment—they said we could go pretty rough...?"
"Tasty, so tasty... Clone pussy, delicious...!"
The guards toss back one-liners, ignoring or mocking Blue Sapphire's pleas.
Every sensation from the four clones floods into her at once.
Simple math: four times the pleasure surging simultaneously.
The shared sensations are vividly real, impossibly clear for something remote.
Her mind melts stickily into the ecstasy, her pussy gushing love juices like a broken faucet amid the unstoppable torrent.
But what torments Blue Sapphire most is that no matter how good it feels, she can never reach climax.
By Guard Chief order, all Facility magical girls except Black are orgasm-denied.
Blue Sapphire too.
The pattern floating with her uterus mark signifies orgasm restriction, blocking her release entirely.
The pleasure from the clones is more than enough for climax—each one sends waves that could make her cum solo, and over time enough for four orgasms.
But she can't.
No climax at all.
By her sense, the clones probably can't either.
They have the function, but linked to her, they're denied too.
Pathetic original screwing over her own clones... she even feels sorry for them.
'I-it hurts...!'
'Can't cum... can't go... Ugh... My pussy... womb, brain... everything's melting...'
'But still, I can't cum at all...!!'
"?! Haaah...♡♡!!"
A sweet, nasal moan escapes Blue Sapphire's gritted teeth as she sweats and endures the pleasure and anguish.
The guard testing clone durability shoves a dildo deep into its pussy, grinding and crushing the womb like dough.
"This one's a special mod... Made the womb extra sensitive, like ten times more than the original..."
He explains it loud enough for Blue Sapphire to hear, then keeps pistoning the dildo into the defenseless clone pussy and womb.
His other hand pumps heavy anal beads in and out of the ass in tandem.
The clone, unbound but mindless and will-less, just lies there like a doll, accepting the merciless toying without resistance.
Blue Sapphire is the one reacting.
"Hnnng♡ Uuooooh~~~~♡♡ Gonna cum, cu...♡♡ Cumming... cu...♡♡!!"
Half-suspended, Blue Sapphire thrashes her hips wildly, moaning loudly.
Love juices splatter and drip from her shaking pussy.
But no matter how she screams or writhes...
She still can't cum.
She cries out that she's cumming, but the pleasure waves halt just shy of peak, leaving repeated frustration like incomplete combustion.
Can't cum.
Can't cum.
Can't cum.
'...Bl...ack...'
Flopping like a fish out of water, unable to climax, Blue Sapphire's gaze drifts back to the hologram.
Her comrade on screen... Black Twilight... is climaxing again right now.
No, whenever she looks, Black is always orgasming.
Cumming so easily.
Black seems to fight it, but in reality, she lasts maybe three minutes—no, one?—before going again.
Face of utter bliss, reveling in female joy.
...Somehow, it even looks like she's showing off.
"......"
As the pleasure wave ebbs slightly, Blue Sapphire stares blankly at Black on screen.
Her eyes hold worry and concern. They do.
But... beyond that.
Something else glares through, unmistakably... a different emotion.