Magical Girls Despair, There Is No Hope [??? Phase] (Blue Sapphire - Gaslighting Brainwashing Humiliation) (1)
A stifling atmosphere hangs over the Facility, somehow suffocating in its intensity.
This ominous air, which began to drift in from the day the Benei Guard Chief arrived, grows ever more pronounced as time passes.
The Benei Guard Chief doesn't particularly meddle in the Facility's operations.
Of course, the initial designs, ideologies, and curricula were all his creations, and he reviews them in real-time, tweaking any problematic sections.
But he rarely interferes visibly with the imprisoned magical girls in front of them.
That's because such obvious stress could disrupt the curriculum or incite rebellion among the magical girls.
Thus, the Benei Guard Chief only interacts with the magical girls during morning roll call.
The initial "orgasm ban" he imposed upon his arrival has been lifted, allowing them to climax freely now.
Even with his presence, morning roll call has merely shifted in form slightly, and he occasionally wanders the Facility under the pretext of patrols.
That's all it is.
Yet the imprisoned magical girls sense a bizarre shift in the air compared to before his arrival.
Roommates they once shared beds with start acting strangely, their libidos surging inexplicably, leaving them craving cock even outside curriculum hours.
Others begin doing things they never did before, or mutter to empty air as if hallucinating.
It's not just one or two—over half the magical girls now show these symptoms.
Even those who can still think somewhat normally feel changes creeping over them in real time.
Amid this strangeness, this eerie transformation, one emotion unites every magical girl.
Jealousy.
During morning roll call, patrols, meals, walks—whenever the Benei Guard Chief moves about, two magical girls trail him like shadows.
New arrivals to the Facility not long ago, they seem to carry some backstory, but now they're his exclusive slave cunts, spending every day glued to his side.
At first, some pitied them for catching the crotchety Guard Chief's eye.
But now even those soft-hearted ones burn with scorching jealousy toward them.
Every time he drags those bitch cunts around the Facility, curses and resentment bubble over vividly, as if they'll manifest into reality.
The magical girls don't know why.
They can't fathom why they harbor these feelings.
Officially, everyone knows the Facility exists to hypnotically reprogram magical girls resistant to standard hypnosis through somewhat coercive means.
But no one realizes it goes further: a hypnosis overhaul centered on the Benei Guard Chief.
They don't know he deliberately stokes their jealousy toward the two bitches he parades around.
Nor do they grasp the thrill he gets from toying with their emotions and states at will—or how he uses their reactions to gauge when they're ripe for "shipment."
The weeks-long curriculum was fertilizer to bear fruit upon his arrival.
Satisfied with the yield, those magical girls get "shipped" to influential outsiders.
But their loyalty isn't to the buyers.
It points solely to Benei Guard Chief; they treat clients like masters only to conceal the truth, all "for the real Master (Benei)."
The Facility is his toybox, a factory churning out an army sworn only to him.
These infiltrators in power circles are his vanguard, ready to rise in unison when the time comes.
He lacks his brother's tech prowess, knowledge, or status.
But in hypnosis and brainwashing, no one rivals him.
No reason not to wield that superior talent.
His proprietary techniques produce hypnotic slave magical girls undetectable by any program, unshakable even under repeated reprogramming.
Moreover, those sent here are often eccentrics with standout abilities.
The power Benei Guard Chief wields through such minions... its staggering scope remains unknown.
For now—
But not forever.
"Aaah...♡ Master, Master...♡♡ Nnghoom♡♡...!"
"Hngh♡ So good...♡♡ Master's big, hard cock... it feels so good...♡♡ I'm cumming... gonna cum...♡♡"
"Haaahng♡♡ My womb's getting rubbed raw♡♡ Heek... my head's going funny...♡♡ Cumminggg...♡♡"
—In her field of vision.
Right before her eyes, Black climaxes so vulgarly, reveling in bliss.
The one embracing Black is the Benei Guard Chief.
His unkempt, middle-aged paunch and greasy face have grown familiar even to Blue Sapphire.
Black, stripped bare in all her pretty, delectable nakedness, clings to his flabby arms.
Her proud magical girl suit lies crumpled nearby, pitifully soiled with semen, piss, love juices, and worse—torn and ragged.
"There, that's how you like it, isn't it, Black? Rubbing your belly with my cock buried inside... yeah, you love it."
"Aaah♡ Aaaaah♡♡ Yes, I love it♡♡ Nngh... m-my nipples too... please...♡♡"
"Good girl. Asking for what you want means you're healthy. Time for a reward."
"Eheek♡♡ Nipples... heek♡♡ So good♡♡ Master's tongue feels amazing♡♡"
The Guard Chief hugs Black from behind, his cock plunged deep in her pussy.
Without pulling out, he presses and rubs her lower belly with his thick, imposing hand.
Her uterus mark-tattooed abdomen—and the womb beyond—tormented by penis and palm alike, Black convulses nonstop.
As requested, he twists slightly to lick her nipples or tweak them with his free hand...
From Black's breast tips, milk spurts out like fountains, proclaiming her joy.
Having every cherished feminine part toyed with, Black looks utterly blissful.
No trace of coercion.
—And Blue Sapphire watches this spectacle.
—With mounting anxiety.
Ugh... Black... Black...
Get a grip... please...
No... sorry, I'm sorry... it's my fault... I'm so sorry...
Blue Sapphire can only stare as Black revels in being fucked by the Benei Guard Chief.
Black turns her body this way as if to flaunt it deliberately, even flicking superior glances over now and then.
Blue Sapphire's reason has returned somewhat now.
Not just from ebbing arousal... the Benei Guard Chief restored it deliberately.
This isn't the first or second time her sanity snaps back like this.
Like this... snapping my mind back midway... forcing me to watch Black's depravity...
Making me remember everything I did... everything that idiot me inflicted...
...What a sick bastard.
Blue Sapphire can't fathom what he gains from this.
But she knows it's infuriatingly perverse on every level.
Black, who once resisted hypnosis somewhat, now seems hopelessly his plaything, moaning in ecstasy.
Watching that stirs guilt, pity, and deep jealousy bubbling up inside Blue Sapphire.
Black fell this far because of her.
She stupidly succumbed to temptation, lost her mind, let him puppet her... taunting and tormenting Black.
Memories of what she did—how she tormented Black—burn fresh as if moments ago, amplifying her guilt.
Yet that guilt clashes with surging jealousy, tormenting her further.
And no wonder—Black looks so happy.
With Blue Sapphire right there, Black savors it all, shooting triumphant looks her way.
That bitch hogs all the good stuff...!
Huu... hu... heh...
Nn... ahh...!
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
She rams her fingers into her slutty pussy, stirring desperately.
Her other hand tweaks her stiff nipples or clit.
Her magical girl suit feels suffocating. But she'd rather masturbate than strip.
Yet no matter how frantically she finger-fucks or rubs... satisfaction eludes her.
It takes ages of thrusting and grinding for a meager climax, maybe one.
But that paltry orgasm falls woefully short of what she craves.
These teasing peaks only pile on frustration.
Black, Black, Black, Black...!
Sorry wars with why only you, tearing her apart.
If he's going to do this, better not restore her sanity at all.
Just keep fucking her senseless.
Or at least let her forget the guilt and drown in pure jealousy.
"Because nothing matters more than Master."
"Black, Earth, my life—none of it matters."
"Master's cock is greater. Sex with Master is purest bliss."
"I was born for Master—"
Why?
She said nothing, yet her own voice whispers those words in her ear, unbidden.
She's heard them countless times.
She denied them fiercely each time, but now even denial feels pointless.
Ah, truly.
They're so right, she can't think how to refute them...