Magical Girls Are Totally Fucked (Black, Blue Sapphire) (2)
In response to the guard chief's question, Blue Sapphire nods half-heartedly, her gaze drifting off somewhere else.
That gaze lands on a certain door.
Beyond it, faint sounds echo out—sounds that Blue Sapphire somehow senses the meaning of all too well.
"Does that catch your interest? It's probably being live-streamed to screens all over the facility right now."
With those words, the guard chief gestures, and a familiar holographic screen materializes before Blue Sapphire's eyes.
Her voluptuous body sprawls across an oversized sofa, half-reclined with limbs splayed wide and restrained, fully exposing her armpits and pussy.
Various tools cling to her body like parasites.
At her nipples, suction cups whirl with dense internal brushes, ceaselessly teasing. Electric pads pulse current across her armpits, sides, and thighs.
A motorized massager locks firmly against her pussy, vibrating relentlessly. Even her clit suffers under a tiny, alien tentacle creature—something Earth never knew—its grotesque underside tormenting without mercy.
Black's eyes blindfolded with an eyemask, ears sealed by headphones, mouth gagged to muffle her cries. The collar around her neck screams ownership by the guard chief.
[Mmmphhh♡~~~!!]
On screen, Black jerks again, her pussy squirting wildly. The Uterus Mark etched on her lower belly flickers妖しく, pulsing with unholy light.
She's climaxed again.
Unlike Blue Sapphire, who can't cum no matter what, her friend and comrade drowns in orgasm after orgasm.
Blue Sapphire turns back to the guard chief, her expression drained.
He leers back with a slimy grin.
"See? Your friend's doing just fine. Too well, even—it's almost a problem."
"...Please release Black."
"Release her? Why?"
"Because..."
"What nonsense. You and that bitch are both my property, my toys. What right do you have to make such demands?"
A faint tension grips Blue Sapphire's hands as she kneels before him. He doesn't notice the chill radiating from her body.
Dane had lifted her magic restrictions, and her constitution grants some resistance to hypnosis. With her lethal ice magic, she could skewer this fat monster with icicles in seconds. She counts at least 37 ways to kill him right here, right now.
If I kill this man, I can save Black...
This man... just this man...
"Truth is, I called you here for a little help."
"To torment your friend in that room... I need you. You were meant for later, some other scheme, but..."
Blue Sapphire has ways to kill him aplenty. To save her comrade, she readies her spell—an icicle barrage, simple and deadly, riddling his body with holes.
...?
But panic surges. Her magic won't activate.
She took Dane's potion. The suppression—the forced uterine orgasms from mana use—is subdued for now. Her brain's rewired against attacking Mech拉克 males, but her hypnosis resistance should override that.
Yet no icicles form. Worse, an inner voice screams: You must never attack this man.
Something's wrong.
Why?
As Blue Sapphire falters, the guard chief rises and approaches. He grabs her chin, forcing her blue eyes to meet his murky gray ones.
They repulse her like filth, yet draw her soul with eerie familiarity.
Perplexed by the alien sensation, she doesn't push him away or fight back.
"Frankly, you must feel hard done by. Jealous, even. You can't cum at all, but she's going wild."
"Saw today's schedule. Brutal from morning—'Sexual Experience and Pleasure Amplification via Clone Body.' My idea, sure, but insane. And you endured it under climax restriction penalty? Must've been hell, right?"
—Hell, right?
—Jealousy makes sense.
His casual words pierce her heart like thorns. Why does his voice shake her so?
Truth be told, she does envy Black a little. Resentment flickers too.
But she dragged Black into this mess, owes her a debt. Fleeting feelings like that don't matter.
So—
"Jealous, aren't you? Envious? Resentful?"
......So.
Ah, no. Not trivial at all.
Yes... she does resent Black. Deeply jealous. Moments ago it seemed minor, but his words inflate the dark emotion explosively.
Why?
Why...?
"Don't you want revenge? Can't let just your friend have all the fun, right? What do you say?"
Blue Sapphire isn't petty. Even watching a friend thrive while she suffers... no jealousy, no wishing ill. Shouldn't be...
"Good girl. Well said."
He grins. Blue Sapphire has nodded, even voiced agreement—unaware until it's done.
Her head fogs, heavy. She doesn't grasp what's happening... but she feels better than before.
"Welcome, Blue Sapphire. Let's torment that insolent bitch together."
To his sinister offer, she smiles faintly. "Yes..."
Dane's plan crumbles spectacularly.
Her logic was sound. Blue Sapphire was a joker card.
Mech拉克 hypnosis dominates magical girls. Immune Blue Sapphire? A trump card.
Tasking her with assassinating the paranoid guard chief? Spot on. He even summoned her alone—perfect.
Sneak in? The Facility's defenses would've shredded her.
So Dane's plan was flawless.
Except one miscalculation: Blue Sapphire's constitution.
She's immune to Mech拉克 hypnosis, mental magics too.
But this Training Facility exists to hypnotize the resistant.
More precisely: to reshape "hypnosis-resistant" bodies into "hypnosis-vulnerable" ones.
Unlike the Factory's audio/program implants, here they scrub and mold brains directly.
Blue Sapphire wasn't exempt. After two weeks of "reconditioning," her resistance broke.
The rebound? Her vulnerability now dwarfs others'—a powder keg.
Her "remodeled brain" tunes perfectly to the guard chief's specialty brainwashing. Or maybe he tampered during Black's inspection. Details irrelevant.
Outcome's the same.
Dane, who misjudged.
Blue Sapphire, who played her ace blindly.
Black Twilight, snared before reacting.
All utterly, epically fucked.
Not just fucked.
Big-time fucked.
This is bad.
Really bad...