#14 Magical Girl Sexual Torture Interrogation (Black - Hypnosis Sex Torture) (1)
"Black, Black. Come on, talk to me."
"Is your tongue frozen or something? Or have you forgotten how to speak?"
"Why haven't you answered at all since earlier? Huh? I told you to speak slowly. It's fine if you're slow—just be honest. I'm asking so politely."
"But fuck, why won't you answer?"
In the dormitory manager's room.
Black, dragged here, stands in her underwear, facing the Ten Manager's relentless grilling.
She had safely returned to the dormitory after wrapping up the operation with Cookie and Er. But unfortunately, the manager caught her sneaking out in the dead of night.
And just like that, she was hauled straight to this room.
I should have been more careful.
It was trouble she could have easily avoided with a little more caution. But she wasn't prepared, and she got complacent.
Worse, setting up a decoy or staging a diversion was right in her wheelhouse—her specialty magic.
The fact that she could have done it but didn't only made Black feel more anxious and regretful.
"Hey, Magical Girl ma'am. Can't you hear me? Hey, answer me!"
"Uh... ah, y-yes... I... I can hear you..."
"If you can hear me, then why won't you answer?"
The Ten Manager looms right up in her face, exuding intimidation. His massive hand kneads her delicate features like dough, his hot breath blasting her as he keeps pressing her.
His bulk dwarfs Black's frame, and just standing this close crushes her with overwhelming pressure.
"—Hey, no spacing out. Open your mouth."
Ugh...!
Black's body stiffens again at his words, his once-gentle expression twisting into something far more menacing.
Still, she shakes her head desperately, lips sealed tight.
"I... didn't go... anywhere!"
If she spilled the truth, it'd reveal her raid on the other factory with Cookie... and in the worst case, even expose Pure White—Er's existence.
The manager's orders are absolute within the dormitory.
It was an ironclad rule she had to obey. Defying the Ten Manager sent disgustingly repulsive, bug-crawling sensations writhing through her mind—like it was torture to endure.
But even so, she couldn't tell the truth.
Not this. Never, no matter what...!
"......"
The manager keeps toying with her face, staring down at her.
Even as she tries to avert her eyes, he grips her head, forcing her to meet his gaze. His strange, foul breath washes over her—huuuh—and Black shudders involuntarily.
How long do they stare like that?
"Hng~ You didn't go anywhere, huh~."
His terrifying scowl vanishes, replaced by a soft, pitying smile. He releases her face and steps back.
Black exhales in relief—puhaaa—sweat beading stickily on her forehead.
"Well, if you say so, what can I do~? You wouldn't lie to me, right~?"
"......"
"No answer? Did you lie?"
"N-no...! No, I... didn't lie..."
"Good girl. And you were just out for a little stroll?"
"Y-yes... uh..."
The Ten Manager seems half-resigned. No matter how he questions or threatens, Black sticks to "I didn't go anywhere" or "I went for a walk." He's got no choice.
It's been days since Black arrived in this city, in this dormitory.
And up till now, she's obeyed every rule from the manager or the factory manager without fail—submissively compliant.
No matter how absurd the rule, she followed it without question.
Hmm. Is it really the truth?
Her reactions say it's not entirely true.
...Resisting the hypnosis? Progress is still low.
Come to think of it, the intel from the factory said this bitch refused to spill anything about Pure White to the end.
She seemed like a worthless, hypnosis-weak slut, but maybe she's got some backbone and stubbornness after all.
Anyway, he won't get the answers he wants like this.
But letting her go now would look bad.
The Ten Manager flashes a disarming smile and says to Black,
"Take off those undies right now, Black."
"Time to start the torture—to check if you're telling the truth."
Black's face drains of color at his words.
Schlup... Chup... Churup... Schlup...
Zuuup... Zuup...
The manager's room fills with the lewd, decadent sounds of sloppy kisses and faint moans leaking between lips.
Black's last scraps of underwear are stripped away, leaving her stark naked.
Her arms and legs are bound in thick leather restraints, her eyes blindfolded with a belt-style mask.
She's been stripped, shackled, and forced into this sexual kiss.
"Mmph...♡ Mmm...♡♡ Haaah...♡ Mmm...♡♡"
"Come on, Black. Kiss me more. Let's kiss a lot. It'll feel even better."
"Phaaa...♡ N-no... I... really... just went for a... walk...♡"
"Shut up. Kiss me."
Half-embraced by the manager despite her restraints, Black winces—hik—as he slaps her smooth ass to urge her on.
Blindfolded, she reacts even more intensely to the pleasure rippling through her body...
He reeks... His tongue's so thick... The way it moves... so dirty...
But... it feels so good, like I'm addicted... My head's getting weirder...
The drugs... probably...
The Ten Manager's thick tongue ravages her mouth.
With her hypnosis, modifications, and Magical Girl Trait, even a light kiss sends her reeling. His tongue assault leaves her mind tingling endlessly.
The room periodically vents a potent aphrodisiac gas tailored for females.
And as the empty syringes scattered nearby attest, she was injected with several doses right before the kissing started.
The aphrodisiac's effects build slowly but surely.
She's already on the verge from kisses alone. Between her forcibly spread legs, bound by the restraints, obscene juices drool endlessly—drip, drip—like a broken faucet.
Her slender, fuckable waist and kneeling thighs tremble pitifully...
"You insolent bitch, breaking dormitory rules and daring to lie to the manager."
"Sluts like you need to be taught a lesson."
"We discipline rule-breaking sow pigs to correct their behavior—that's the rule here, got it?"
Mmm... Mmm...
Mmmph...!!
While continuing the kiss, embracing her, he toys with her nipples using his huge hands.
The combined torment of kisses and sensitive nipples amplifies her shudders.
Heeeek...
Black can't hold out and climaxes.
Just from a simple kiss and playful fondling—not light at all—she crashes into a deep, shuddering orgasm, lost in ecstasy.
Her sweat-slicked body reeks of female musk, the sweet scent flooding the manager's nose as they press together.
The Ten Manager keeps tormenting her.
He sends her over the edge multiple times with just kisses and light caresses.
Now that she's panting, groggy and spent, he starts incorporating the room's sex toys—stocked to the brim for training dormitory residents.
Endless ways to sexually torture her.
"Eek... Stop... please stop... don't do this... please...!"
"I didn't lie... I beg you...!"
"Hiiikyaah♡♡?! Uheeek♡...!??"
And so.
Black's arms are hoisted overhead, locked in leather restraints.
Her legs are spread just right, bound to floor binders at precise positions.
Her exposed crotch on full display.
Her fuckable pussy is stuffed with an oversized dildo wriggling inside; her anus swallows an anal bead chain all the way to the handle.
Tiny onahole-shaped tentacle creatures cling to her nipples, constantly oozing fluids, squirming, sucking, and stimulating—delivering unbelievable pleasure nonstop.
These tentacle creatures are special tools developed by the Hypnosis Factory.
Along with aphrodisiacs and countless other devices designed to melt females in ecstasy, new ones roll out daily.
Ah... Ah... Eek...!!
Haaaah... Ang...!!
"Now, answer me. Be honest, Black. Then I can stop at a reasonable point. If you want more pleasure, though, I won't stop you."
Arms raised, legs splayed, utterly helpless and unable to resist or escape—Black writhes.
The Ten Manager stands beside her powerless form, repeatedly yanking and thrusting the anal beads—shlup, shlup—to "persuade" her.
Still blindfolded, amplified by the drugs, her burning body erupts in madness. Tears stream beneath the mask as she howls like a beast.