#2-70 Magical Girl Defeat Humiliation Play (Dane - Torture Play) (3) *Water Torture Depiction Warning*
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#2-70 Magical Girl Defeat Humiliation Play (Dane - Torture Play) (3) *Water Torture Depiction Warning*
(*The first half of this chapter contains depictions of water torture inflicted on Dane. Those who find such content uncomfortable, please proceed with caution.)
(Only for those who hate Dane, or love seeing her suffer...)
Bubble bubble bubble bubble...
Splash...!
"Guhk...!! Huhk... Cough... Krgh...!"
In one of the rooms within the Facility.
There, the torture of Dane—the ringleader of the recent magical girl rebellion—continued unabated.
Right now, Dane hung upside down in the center of a specially prepared training room, her head repeatedly dunked into and pulled out of a transparent glass bathtub placed beneath her.
It was water torture, plain and simple.
"Ugh... Guhek... Stop... Stop... Cough...!"
She spat out pleas for mercy, but with water in her lungs, her coughs mangled the words into incoherence.
Hanging inverted, blood rushed to her head, and the repeated torture deprived her brain of oxygen, leaving her unable to think straight.
The blindfold over her eyes clung sodden and heavy, soaked through. She couldn't tell if tears streamed down her face or if it was just the wet fabric tricking her senses.
And the Benei Guard Chief watched her pathetic state with a grotesque, leering grin.
Lounging arrogantly on the sofa, Noah lay face-up across his lap, her nipples and pussy toyed with like playthings by his hands...
"You want me to stop? Then let's do it one more time."
"...!? Ugh...! Please...!"
The Guard Chief raised his hand in signal, and Blue Sapphire, standing beside Dane, manipulated the control panel in front of her.
Once again, Dane's head—and part of her upper body—plunged into the tub below.
Glug glug glug...!
Bubbles frothed up furiously as Dane writhed in agony beneath the surface, her face contorted in torment.
She must not have held her breath fully, or perhaps she'd coughed involuntarily—massive bursts of bubbles erupted from her.
Blue Sapphire monitored Dane's vitals via nanomachines and yanked her up at the razor-edge of her limit.
Splash!
Water sprayed as Dane's body was hoisted back up.
She convulsed violently, racked by harsh coughs, her body shuddering.
But even those spasms, her coughs, and any defiant shouts had grown far more subdued than at the start.
With real-time nanomachine monitoring, they kept the torture going at peak efficiency without killing her.
Under this relentless assault, even the formidable Dane had no choice but to quiet down.
Or rather, it wasn't just this.
Over the past six days or so, Dane had been put through absolute hell—worked over and tormented mercilessly. This was inevitable. Natural.
It went far beyond the usual sexual torture.
No forced orgasm bans or sensitivity amps at 300x—this was beyond that.
They'd even broken Mech拉克 laws banning excessive violence past simple play: wrapping her in ropes and beating her like a punching bag, making her crawl on all fours around the Facility with him riding her back until completion, or this water torture.
"Heh heh... That was fun... So much fun..."
The Guard Chief drooled down his jowls, reliving the memories of tormenting Dane these past few days.
Truly delightful experiences. Above all, watching her iron defenses crumble day by day, her reactions turning into those of an ordinary girl—it was thrilling enough to keep him perpetually hard.
He kept toying with Noah's body while ordering Blue Sapphire to continue the water torture for a while longer.
From Dane's lips now spilled sobs like wails and desperate apologies.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Please stop... Please... Please..."
"Spare me... Please spare me... Hic...!"
With a brief signal to halt the dunking, she dangled upside down, pleading frantically.
The Guard Chief roughly tossed Noah—the bitch who'd just cum in his arms—onto the sofa and approached Dane up close.
"Hmm... What to do? You're begging so nicely—maybe I should stop?"
"Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please... Please... Hic... Waaah...!"
"But it looks like acting to me. Maybe a couple more hours..."
"...!? No! It's not acting! It's not! I swear! Any more and I'll die...!!"
Dane shook her head desperately side to side, but it did nothing to sway the madness-glazed Guard Chief.
"Eh, self-inflicted. Can't trust a word from you sluts. You still look fine, so let's do two hours... no, three. Plenty of time."
"D-don't! Stop it, you trash! You fucking bi—glub glub...!!"
Glug glug glug...
She spat vulgar defiance unfit for her, but he ignored it utterly. With a gesture to Blue Sapphire, her head plunged back into the tub.
The glass walls made her agonized face perfectly visible.
It'd be nice without the blindfold, but this dangerous bitch needed the safety measure.
"Well... three hours might be too much. Mercy—half that?"
The Guard Chief chuckled as he thrust out his erect cock right in front of the thrashing, bubbling Dane.
Her suffering alone sent jolts through his shaft, and soon, thick ropes of semen splattered across the transparent glass toward her submerged face.
After his milky load soiled the wall, Dane's body rose again soon after.
Then dunked once more.
And so the excruciating water torture dragged on.
Fortunately, unlike what the Guard Chief claimed, the water torture ended after just twenty more minutes.
Dane had lost her mind and collapsed from exhaustion, but more than that, even he couldn't endure just watching any longer.
Fucking Noah and Blue Sapphire in turns to sate his lust did nothing—only pouring his seed directly into that damned Dane slut satisfied him.
His obsession with her had grown pathologically intense by the day.
Smack! Smack!
Slap! Whip crack!!
"Mmmphhh~~!!!"
Echoing through the room were deafening impacts—flesh striking flesh or the whip's whoosh, indistinguishable.
Trailing them came Dane's muffled screams.
Not from restraint, but because the ball gag in her mouth choked off proper cries.
Another lash flew at her body, sending it into major spasms as a grotesque "Mmmphhh!!" erupted past the gag.
Piercing rings adorned her nipple tips, tiny weights dangling from each, swinging with her movements.
The weights tugged sharp pain and pleasure from her nipples inward through her breasts.
Her pussy and ass were stuffed full with heavy dildos; any tension from pain made her holes clamp down hard, squeezing them.
Aphrodisiac lotion coated the toys thickly, hypersensitizing both entrances—such stimulation threatened to make her cum instantly.
Pain and pleasure crashed together, scrambling her nerves into chaos.
Love juices dripping from the dildos betrayed how her body reveled in it, even now.
"Hah, heh heh...! How's that? Hurts? Of course it does. Feeling remorse yet? Nah, don't bother. I'll just torment you longer. You damned slut. Fucking worthless bitch. I'll never forgive you. Never."
He menaced her deliberately—whiffing the whip, tapping it near her ear with his hand.
Blindfolded, she flinched and trembled at the mere threats.
Her utter terror and confusion looked anything but fake.
And it probably wasn't.
No matter how tough a magical girl, she was just an ordinary woman, untrained as a warrior.
No one could endure this level of torture unscathed. Her mask had shattered long ago, exposing her raw innards embarrassingly.
Yet the Guard Chief eyed her with distrust.
That moment of humiliation she'd inflicted had scarred him deeply, breeding paranoia-level suspicion.
Dane had ruined him beyond repair.
Dane had made him unable to trust anyone around him.
For him, whose motto was elegant subjugation, such brutality was once unthinkable.
But it all circled back to Dane's fault.
All of it, all her doing.
This insolent wretch dared reject his gracious dominion, biting the hand that ruled her with ungrateful fangs. That arrogance birthed this.
Everything was Dane's fault.
Muttering as much, he swung the special modified whip again.
With a thunderous strike on flesh, Dane screamed anew.
Not the pain-dampening play whips for other girls... this amplified agony without scarring—just bruises and red welts that faded soon after.
But where it landed, special currents surged, stabbing nerves with razor-sharp shocks...
It... hurts...!
Hurts... hurts...!
Dane twisted, but the special restraints held her immobile as always.
No escape, no retaliation—nothing.
All she could do now was beg his mercy.
That wretched truth made her tremble, tears surging past the blindfold.
Even in this, her pussy and ass clenched tighter around the dildos, birthing waves of pleasure...