Magical Girl Karaoke Self-Pleasure: Black's Enclosed Molestation Nightmare (2)
"Whoa, check out this room—it's reeking of bitch in heat."
"Talk about striking gold. This chick is totally my type."
Two monster soldiers barged into the exact karaoke room where Black had been masturbating for her mission, kicking the door open without a care.
Black froze in shock, the dildo still buried in her pussy.
Why the hell were these guys coming in here? She'd paid properly for the room...
She had to yell at them—who they were, to get the fuck out right now.
But Black was too flustered to move or speak. Her hand stayed gripped on the dildo. She couldn't even think to pull it out. She needed to grab her clothes over there to cover up, but that meant letting go of the dildo first... Ughhh, what the hell do I do first?!
The men strode confidently to either side of the frozen Black and plopped down on the sofa like they owned the place.
Both were burly, muscular types. Suddenly sandwiched between their beefy bodies, Black shrank back as much as she could. But they just scooted closer, turning her into the pathetic filling of a muscle man sandwich...
"P-please... d-don't... I-I'm... um..."
"Aw, Magical Girl, ma'am. Playing all by your lonesome? That's no fun. We could make it way better if you let us join."
"Right? A hot babe like you, fingering yourself alone in an empty room? Kinda hurts our feelings. Dudes are everywhere, y'know."
"S-stop... Ah, don't touch... Eek...?! Wait, what are you—hngh...!!"
The monster soldiers weren't listening to a word she said.
They just rambled on, and before she knew it, they were groping her tits like it was nothing and grabbing the half-pulled dildo from her pussy, thrusting it around at their whim.
If it was for a mission, fine—but this had nothing to do with her task.
Still, it wasn't like out-of-city rape or straight-up crime. In this city, sexual harassment was just common sense, totally normal.
So barging into her rented karaoke room without permission, kneading her tits, stroking her ass, tasting her pussy—it was all legal, expected, everyday stuff.
Sure, it embarrassed her a bit, but that was minor.
Anyway, Black wasn't panicking because they were groping her without asking.
What had her in a bind was their sudden intrusion screwing up her mission. They'd show up in the footage—might need editing now.
She had to speak up.
Tell them she was here on important business, disrupting it was unforgivable—get out of the room now... She had to say it...
"Haaah♡ Ngh...♡♡ S-stop... p-please...♡ Ahh...♡♡!!"
"Haha, this Magical Girl's a total pushover. Already cumming? Just a little pussy-stirring and she squirts? What a third-rate sloppy slit."
"These soft, jiggly tits feel amazing to grope. And those perky nips look delicious."
The monster soldiers tormented her tits and nipples while pistoning the dildo in her pussy.
Black's body was already primed from multiple orgasms during her masturbation filming, burning hot and ready.
They'd burst in right before she came, and when the mic-dildo got shoved by their hand... she shattered.
Even after climax, their teasing didn't stop. Sandwiched between them, Black could only writhe and leak out endless moans.
Thanks to the room's excellent soundproofing, none of it escaped outside...
"Ahh, s-stop... please...♡"
Black begged like that, but it fell on deaf ears.
They claimed her nipples, one each, licking and sucking while relentlessly dildo-fucking her pussy.
Trapped between the two, unable to budge, Black endured forced orgasm after orgasm. The camera in front of her captured every moment without missing a beat...
Unlike what she'd thought, the monster soldiers' intrusion wasn't just random thugs.
They projected a hologram right in front of her eyes, explaining their purpose here.
It proved they were here on orders from the Hypnosis Factory.
Mech拉克 soldiers doubling as city residents, following orders for urban revival.
Their directive: Find a bitch killing time alone in a karaoke room and fuck her brains out. They'd scanned the rooms via the outside monitor, spotted Black furiously masturbating, and picked her room first.
They skipped explaining that part.
This left Black even more troubled.
If they were just punks messing around, she could've talked them down.
But dutiful soldiers on official orders? No chasing them off now. Problem was, her mission—"50 masturbation orgasms"—would drag on forever with them here. Might take a full day... though she'd already hit five, so maybe faster? But with their lusty vibes, they'd probably hog her the whole time.
Did that tit-and-pussy grope count toward her masturbation tally? She'd built it up herself, but they stole the finale...
"Looking stressed, Magical Girl ma'am."
"If it's mission worries, no sweat. Check this out."
The monster soldiers fiddled with her terminal, projecting her mission screen into the air.
The screen she'd checked this morning had changed.
Originally just "film pussy play in karaoke"—now it included obeying any guys who showed up and filming the fucking.
And "50 masturbation orgasms" bumped to "100 forced orgasms."
So... complying was the mission now.
Good—no conflict.
"See? So play nice today, Magical Girl ma'am."
"Yeah, 100's a grind, but we'll help out hard."
"Y-yes... p-please take care... of me...♡"
With that, Black surrendered her body to them. If it cleared the mission, fine.
Her cooperation amped their groping to bolder levels.
One kneaded her tits like his personal toys and started making out with her.
The other yanked the mic-dildo from her pussy, buried his face in her crotch, and slurped her juice-soaked slit with his tongue.
Black felt the invading tongue ravaging her mouth in a deep kiss, and her pussy tingling wildly from the rough, raspy licks.
Eeeek... feels so good...
The kisses thrilled her. Getting her pussy devoured felt amazing. Tits squeezed, nipples pinched to the brink—pure bliss.
Worlds beyond her solo play. Self-pleasure was nice, but male contact dwarfed it—like comparing a drop to an ocean. Kissing a man felt 100 times better...
Ah... cumming... again...
Ngh... ah...!
Assaulted by tongues in mouth and cunt, Black came again. Effortlessly.
Even for her slutty, depraved body, cumming this easy? Pathetic pervert bitch material.
"Came hard, huh, Magical Girl ma'am?"
"Y-yesss... I came... so much...♡"
"You a pervert, Magical Girl ma'am?"
"N-no... not a pervert...♡ J-just... mission... sooo...♡"
Mission made her cum—no choice. Mission made her yield to their whims.
Definitely not because she wanted to. That'd mean she was a true pervert.
She wasn't, wasn't... She wanted to cum now, but only to film it for the mission...
"Got it, Magical Girl ma'am. Let's keep going then. Want more kisses?"
"Y-yeah... kisses... want 'em... feels so good... pussy licking too... amazing...♡"
Black mumbled blankly, then herself lunged for a kiss this time.
For "no choice," her motions screamed lust, face beaming satisfaction.
Like that, before any cock even entered, Black came nearly ten times to their teasing.
Every touch a erogenous zone, sensitivity multiplied dozens-fold—it was inevitable.
City life, periodic Hypnosis Factory sessions, body mods... Black's flesh had devolved into a third-rate, sloppy-cunt wriggling bitch...