Captured Magical Girl: Black Twilight's Body and Hypnosis Remodeling (1)
Magical girls in the Hypnosis Factory are sometimes equipped with a device called a navigator.
For those whose hypnosis modification level is still low, leaving them unsupervised can lead to problems—they might refuse orders, break free from mental control, or attempt to escape.
That's why they provide navigator guide robots.
These robots stay by the side of magical girls not yet adapted to the city, instilling common sense, guiding them on their duties, monitoring for instability in the hypnosis control, and submitting collected data to the research lab.
In emergencies, they can even issue an "emergency command," subduing targets on the verge of breaking free with maximum-level mental restraint.
Thus, navigators are essential for closely surveilling and controlling high-maintenance products or those receiving special treatment.
The navigators are operated by AI programs—models entirely unlike those available on the market.
Specifically, they are exclusive to the Hypnosis Factory, accessible only to select individuals.
In other words...
Anyone interfering with such a navigator program is either an extraordinarily skilled hacker or a top executive with authorized access inside the Hypnosis Factory.
Who that might be is impossible to know at present.
All that's visible is the result.
Black Twilight's assigned navigator was hacked long ago.
And Black Twilight fell for the deception, wandering unguarded into this underground organization and offering her body up for free.
Aa... ah... aa...!!
In the dark underground space.
Amid crude machinery crammed into a rough room stands Black Twilight, captured and helpless.
She's restrained in a device encircling her, unable to twitch. Electrodes and IV needles of all sizes pierce her body.
Devices torment her nipples and areolae while applying special modifications to her breasts. A thick dildo relentlessly plunges into her pussy, thrusting and stirring in varied ways without cease.
Most notably, headphones cover her ears, and several electric patches extend to her head.
These interfere with the hypnosis program implanted in her brain, connected wirelessly and wired to the navigator robot beside her.
Surrounded by the machines, Black Twilight suffers as her body and mind are ruthlessly violated, her pitiful screams and moans echoing....
> ...I clearly informed you of the estimated time required. Are you humans so incompetent and ignorant that you can't even read a clock?
"Hey, is the procedure done? Can't you speed it up a bit?"
"Humans are different from machines like you."
> Are you claiming that humans and machines count time differently?
"Not exactly. Humans speed up when rushed. So, can you finish faster?"
The navigator robot that lured Black into the trap falls silent at the man's words.
It seems poised to ignore him, but a response comes eventually.
Wait a bit longer.
Apparently, rushing won't hasten this process.
"Hurry up already—I wanna fuck her."
The man grumbles, eyeing the restrained Black Twilight amid the machines with eyes gleaming in lust.
His Underdog Club deals in all sorts of illegal goods: unregistered alien slaves, unapproved drugs, modification parts, and machines.
But no magical girls. Their oversight is extremely strict.
As a city resident, he's tasted magical girls before. Each time, he desperately wishes to own one as his bitch.
Yet possessing a magical girl as his personal slut requires special authority and vast wealth. His current operation falls far short.
Half-resigned, he clings to vague hopes of "someday."
Then, through a string of fortunes and coincidences, he captures one.
His body burns; he can barely wait.
> Magical girls can be captured anytime. Of course, we must avoid drawing the Hypnosis Factory's attention.
"Sure, sure. I'm not that reckless. Once every half-year... no, every three months? That should work, right?"
> I recommend at least a one-year interval.
"That's a bit disappointing...."
The Underdog Club boss purses his lips regretfully.
But no choice. Magical girls are priceless—even three years of the club's earnings wouldn't touch one. If caution allows one every year...
And having experienced it, he knows.
Magical girls are more addictive than any drug, body and essence alike. A year won't be nearly enough to tire of playing with one.
"Fine, can't be helped. Gotta finish the brain mods first for safety. I wanna live long—and fuck this magical girl lady for years."
> Wise decision. Better to endure patiently for safety than act carelessly and suffer horribly.
Aa... aaa...!
As the navigator ramps up the modifications, Black Twilight's moans grow louder.
The machines around her steadily stimulate her body, inject drugs, or send currents. She trembles and groans under the forced changes.
The navigator oversees only the brain program.
The rest—devices touching her flesh—are the club's proprietary "flesh slave development devices."
The Hypnosis Factory sticks to mild physical mods beyond hypnosis, tailoring basics to client tastes.
But that's too tame for this club boss.
So he prepares intense devices to his liking, customizing every incoming slave.
Black is no exception. Normally, he'd select based on the subject, but for this magical girl, he'll apply everything.
The brain mods will turn her into an obedient bitch slave.
The simultaneous body mods will make her a hopeless, squirting mess from the lightest touch.
Her ass and breasts will gain more plumpness too....
Heh heh, can't wait... can't wait!
Imagining groping and fucking the magical girl senseless nearly makes him cum on the spot.
The boss glances at Black one last time, then exits.
Left in the room: Black, the navigator drone, and the machines humming rhythmically....
Creak... creak... Springs groan.
In a holding cell of the underground club where Black is confined, the sound comes from a cheap prefab bed.
Mngh... kkh... hngh...
Ungh... ahn...
"Come on, move. Harder, harder, magical girl lady."
"Sh-shut... up...!"
A man lies on the bed, comfortably on his back.
Black straddles his hips, dutifully riding his cock, hips rising and falling.
Each motion yields schlup schlup schlup as her pussy swallows him deep.
As the cock withdraws, rapturous sighs escape her lips, pussy juice spraying.
Sweat beads glisten on Black's delectable body like jewels....
Her face shows undisguised resentment, but her body works diligently against it, pleasuring the man with utmost effort.
Anger at her traitorous flesh fades into surging pleasure, crumpling her stern expression into sloppy ecstasy.
She strains eyes, cheeks, and lips to hold firm against the bliss, but her mind drowns in lust, thoughts of rage drowned out....
This... this lowly man...!
I'll kill him... definitely, kill... kill him... k-kill... nngh, ahhn~!
"Ah, aa, ah...♡ Cumming... cummingg♡♡"
Black senses the orgasm approaching and reports it fully.
Soon, cock buried deep, she arches her back and hips sharply, climaxing.
Pathetic moans and sighs spill from her mouth....