#2-51 The Magical Girl Despairs, There Is No Hope [??? Stage] (Blue Sapphire - Gaslighting Brainwashing Humiliation) (2)
Hic... Ngh... Uh...
Ah... Eek... Hic...
The air fills with the sweet, harmonious moans of the magical girls.
The guard chief savors Earth's liquor and snacks, using their cries as his personal BGM.
Directly in front of the table where he sits sprawls a massive bed—large enough for six or seven magical girls, or three or four guard chiefs like him to lie comfortably. Bound and immobile atop it, two magical girls writhe like helpless worms.
Strange helmets encase their heads, forcing them to watch "certain videos" against their will.
What they see is footage of the other—their fellow magical girl—having sex with them.
And not just any sex: the other mocks and ridicules her, smugly asserting her superiority all the while.
In stark contrast, the viewers themselves tremble in miserable humiliation, convinced they're still sane... or so the experience makes them feel.
These videos are based on real events to some degree. The two have indeed flaunted their superiority during sex with each other, and they've masturbated furiously out of jealousy while watching the other.
An AI program captured and compiled that footage, generating thousands—tens of thousands—of similar scenarios from the data. Right now, it's hammering those fabricated memories directly into their heads.
Like dreaming, perhaps.
For about five minutes of real time, they'll subjectively endure dozens of hours abandoned, forced to watch their comrade fuck.
Even though their limbs are restrained in reality, unable to budge, their minds might register nonstop masturbation by their own hands.
If they were ordinary humans instead of magical girls, their brains would've overloaded and fried long ago.
The helmets are hypnosis devices from this "Facility," customized by the guard chief himself for these magical girls' curriculum.
He prefers a somewhat analog, classic approach to hypnosis and brainwashing.
But he's no purist who rejects machines outright.
He can't stomach the romance-free mass production of hypnosis slaves via automated programs, like what his brother does at the "Factory."
Yet he generously accepts tech that shortens induction time or stimulates from multiple angles.
This Facility uses all sorts of tools and machines too, after all.
What he despises are the button-pushers who cheapen everything without romance.
He welcomes—with open arms—new tools and tech that expand hypnosis and brainwashing possibilities.
"Aaaah♡ I wanna cum...♡♡ Let me cum, please...♡ Give me cock too...♡♡"
"Hic... Black... You're cheating... Stop... Don't smile like that... The cock... Master's cock is mine...♡"
"M-Me... My tits are bigger than Blue's trash... I can satisfy you more...♡"
"Pick me, pick me♡...! My pussy squeezes better than Blue's...! Mine tastes better!"
"I'll do my best. I'll be good. So... with Master's cock...!"
"Ahh♡ I can't take it... I love it, I love it... Bride, slave, pet—anything... I'll be anything...! I'll give up being a magical girl... I don't care what happens to Earth...!"
Tears stream from beneath the helmets as they sob and plead desperately, growing ever more frantic.
Their confessions intensify, their voices trembling with raw desperation.
Watching the magical girls ripen in real time under his program, the guard chief sips his cocktail with deep satisfaction.
Blue Sapphire's screen—showing Black's footage for the thirtieth, hundredth, thousandth time—suddenly cuts out like a power failure.
The heavy helmet lifts from her head, and her vision finally clears.
"Had a good experience, magical girl Blue Sapphire?"
The guard chief's face fills her view.
That plump, oily face.
Ngh...
Just seeing it makes Blue Sapphire shudder with overwhelming bliss.
She cums on the spot. For some reason, the mere fact that it's directed at her.
"W-What... What did you do... How many days...?"
"Only two hours. Don't worry too much. ...Though it probably felt like a full month to you."
Even so, it was dreamlike haze where coherent thought was impossible, so she won't remember clearly.
But the dream's essence will linger deep in her subconscious, resurfacing as déjà vu forever.
"Anyway, sorry to keep you waiting. I finished with the black one first."
She follows his fleeting glance and turns her head.
Ugh... Ku...
Her neck barely obeys, but nearby, her comrade Black lies face-down on the sheets.
Semen surges from her pussy in thick spurts, though it's outside Blue Sapphire's field of view.
Even at a glance, the female pheromones cloaking her body, the convulsing form—it's obvious what happened.
—Again, just Black.
The thought bubbles up in Blue Sapphire's mind.
She can't quite recall why, but it feels like it's always been this way.
Like Black hogs everything she wants.
Irrepressible jealousy and rage toward that arrogant bitch overwhelm her.
"Whoa, whoa, don't look at me like that. You two should get along, right?"
"A... Uh... Sorry... I'll be good... We'll get along..."
"There, there. Good girl."
His hand strokes her head, and she trembles in ecstasy from that alone.
Why is she like this?
His attention, his touch, his praise, his voice... it all feels so impossibly good.
And proportionally, a fierce rivalry surges: she can't let this man be stolen by Black.
This is wrong.
Why does she feel this way?
Why this unbearable anxiety?
"M-Master... Master...!"
"Yes? Go on."
"I... I'll do my best...! Whatever you say, I'll do anything...! I'll really give it my all...!"
"Mm-hmm, thanks. And?"
"I... I know how to use my pussy well! I'm sure I can make your cock feel amazing with it! Black's dumb and shy—she definitely can't serve like I can!"
"I see, I see. And?"
"I-I'm prettier than Black... Uh... Black's pretty too, but... I'm sure I'm a little more... probably... And, and—"
Her mind still sluggish, Blue Sapphire desperately tries to sell herself.
That she's far better than Black.
So please, pick her.
Pick her over Black, make her your cocksleeve, your cock's bride.
"S-Sorry...! Sorry, sorry... I know it's selfish... I shouldn't say this... You'd hate a naughty girl...!"
"Please, don't throw me away...! Let me be yours, Master...! Aaah... Please...!"
"Cocksleeve, footwipe, ass-licker—anything, just don't throw me away... Don't throw me away... Please...!"
Now tears like beads stream down her face as she begs.
Always so demure, cool, and confident—now not a shred remains.
All that's left is desperate clinging, like her neck's in his noose.
The beautiful, strong magical girl.
Free, beholden to no one until now—clinging to this one man like her life depends on it.
A sight any man would rejoice in, but the guard chief feigns contemplation.
"Hmm, what to do."
"......!"
His ambiguous reply makes her eyes quiver with anxiety.
Gazing into those sapphire eyes, he continues.
"Hey, Blue Sapphire. What are you good at? Besides pussy service, like you said."
"...! A-Anything! I can do mouth pussy, ass pussy—everything! I'll serve hard, match whatever you want!"
"Tit pussy service too?"
Her gaze flicks to her chest.
Decent volume, but lacking compared to Black's or Dane's full, packed swells.
"......I can! I'll make it work!"
Swallowing her doubt, she forces the bold reply.
Satisfied, he issues the command.
"Then show me how far you can go. Black's such a premature pussy—she came too quick in an hour, left me a bit wanting..."
At his arrogant words, Blue Sapphire leaps with joy, yelling "Yes!" and lunging at him.