Onahole Mode Hypnosis Training
What the hell is he talking about?
Black blinked vacantly for a moment at the sudden, unexpected words.
But her eyes quickly filled with rage.
And how could they not? She'd been captured and imprisoned here in the first place because of that damn guide robot. It had tricked her, lured her into this place, and handed her over to these worthless men...!
And now it had the nerve to say it would help her escape?
Just how much of a fool did it think she was?
Was it planning to film her gullible face with that camera on its main body, then cackle about it with the guys outside?
Black's head spun with fury... but not quite enough to make her lose it completely.
Maybe she'd adapted to life here, or perhaps it was just her naturally cynical personality.
Either way, she had zero interest in listening to that damn robot anymore.
As Black growled and bared her teeth at the guide robot Navi-kun,
"I understand that it must be hard to believe. In this situation, expecting you to understand would be even more difficult. But please, try to believe me. I had no choice but to do this for reasons beyond my control."
"......"
She wasn't even curious about whatever "reasons" it had.
She just wished it'd get the hell out of her sight already.
"Just one thing—please know this."
Did the robot have no sense of atmosphere? Ignoring Black's glare, Navi-kun continued.
And at those next words, Black's eyes widened in shock.
"Everything I've done is for the will of my creator—Liliza. And her wish is for your safety and well-being."
"......What?"
What did it just say?
Liliza? Liliza-unnie?
Why was Liliza-unnie's name coming up here?
"Please wait just a little longer. Once preparations are complete, you'll be able to escape from here. So don't recklessly resist, and make sure your spirit doesn't break completely under the humiliations they force on you. As long as you don't give up, escape is certain."
"Hey...! Wait! Explain properly!"
"I'm sorry. For safety's sake, I'll keep explanations to a minimum. It's fine. You'll learn everything in time. Your escape will definitely happen."
That was the extent of Navi-kun's explanation.
Afterward, it left the room as if nothing had happened, leaving Black alone in the cell, gripping the iron bars in a daze.
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What exactly had Navi-kun been talking about yesterday?
The promise of escape was surprising enough, but Liliza's name coming up was even more unexpected.
That her own miserable state was according to Liliza's will?
And yet it wished for her safety, would help her escape... She couldn't make sense of it at all.
Black's head wasn't the sharpest.
She liked mystery games, but she always needed hints two or three times to solve them on her own.
For someone like her, drawing a logical conclusion from just those vague words and clues was nearly impossible.
'...Well, it didn't tell me to do anything special anyway. For now, I guess I just keep doing what I've been doing.'
『Don't resist needlessly.』
『But don't give up either.』
『Wait for the opportunity.』
That boiled down to Navi-kun's three demands.
In short: don't give up, bide your time patiently, and watch for a chance.
Even without Navi-kun saying it, Black couldn't resist these men anyway.
Her mind was kneaded by hypnosis, obeying commands without question. Her body froze at the mere sight of a man, something tingling through her, rendering her immobile. And every move was watched closely, so she couldn't even try anything sneaky.
So what else could she do...?
Even if she followed Navi-kun's words, all Black could manage was "don't give up."
'...Wait, what the hell am I supposed to believe to go along with this?'
No, the real issue was whether to believe Navi-kun at all.
She'd already been royally screwed over once by it.
Haa... seriously.
She wished it hadn't planted these needless worries in this situation.
In the end, Black decided to keep Navi-kun's words in mind while observing the situation for now.
If an opportunity arose, she'd escape whenever it came... assuming such a chance even existed.
Thwack, thwack—the sounds echoed through the room.
The sounds of an Underdog man fucking Black, who dangled suspended in midair.
"Ngh... Onaholes don't get better than magical girl pussy. Can't even compare to the regular ones."
The man thrust his hips freely, appraising her all the while. Black, dangling before him like a toy onahole, swung back and forth like a pendulum with each movement.
Her body was caked in semen everywhere. And right now, she took his cock without resistance.
Strangely, Black showed no usual stern expression, nor did she melt into moans of pleasure.
No reaction at all. She was like a soulless doll, the light gone from her eyes.
They'd suppressed her consciousness using the hypnosis program.
The current Black had lost her will, awareness, reason, and thoughts. She was nothing but a fleshlight, a set of holes to offer up.
And yet her pussy was hot inside, writhing and instinctively clenching around the intruding cock.
Not as intensely as when conscious, but more than enough to make it feel good.
Glurk... glurk... glurk...
The man ejaculated deep inside her with satisfaction.
Even without consciousness, her body twitched in response to the creampie, a breathy "ahh..." escaping her lips.
In sync with his internal cumshot, her body climaxed too.
With his cock still buried in her pussy, the man groped and kneaded her breasts, smearing the fresh load of semen across them like lotion.
As he savored the feel of her tits and emptied the last of his load inside her, the cell door opened and someone entered.
"Oh, what? You're using her?"
"Shift change? I've gotta head to work soon anyway. Use her if you want."
"Lucky me. We could share, but sometimes you just wanna go solo."
The man grinned sleazily as he stepped beyond the bars where Black hung.
In response, the first man pulled out. Moments later, the cum he'd pumped into her pussy backflowed and dripped out.
The newcomer chuckled at the sight, then inspected her condition.
"Her state looks off. What'd you do?"
"Tested a bit of program tweaking. This is 'Onahole Mode.'"
"Ooh... her consciousness is wiped clean. Reactions?"
"No awareness, but all the necessary responses are there. Not wooden at all—pussy clenches right, climaxes properly. Feels like she cums even easier than when she's aware."
"Nice. Last time that part didn't work right."
"Can't crack and tweak the Factory's program ourselves. This is thanks to that guide robot."
The guide robot—or navigator robot.
It had lured this magical girl into the trap, updated her hypnosis program to obey their commands unconditionally, and unlocked various functions that were supposed to be locked without permission.
Thanks to it, they could raise this once-troublesome magical girl so smoothly.
They owed it entirely... but.
"......"
"What? Zoning out all of a sudden."
"Nah, nothing. Anyway, I'm heading out. Clean up after. No one'll use her till tonight's event, so take your time."
"What about Tam? Isn't his shift ending soon too?"
"Tam's obsessed with that new fox-eared big-tits bitch."
"There was one like that? ...Still, I prefer magical girl pussy. Less competition's a win."
With Black dangling before them, the men puffed on cigarette-like drugs and chatted idly.
Eventually, the first man left for work, leaving just one behind.
He released Black from her suspension and ordered her to wash herself.
She wiped down at the faucet in the corner, still in blank 'Onahole Mode,' and he fucked her again.
All the while, he pondered what mode to toy with her in next.
Plenty of time till the event. He could experiment with all sorts of things...
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How much time had passed since her imprisonment here?
She still hadn't found an escape opportunity. Instead, she was growing accustomed to life here.
Going naked felt natural now—putting something on seemed unnatural. When men visited, she spread her pussy or lifted her ass to make it easy for them to use her holes.
The food here was fine anyway—no big issue.
Though being called every meal to serve as entertainment during their dinners, or having cum or piss sprinkled on her food and hypnotized into thinking it was "delicious dressing"... that could use some fixing. But no point hoping.
The club events every two to three days were becoming routine too.
Still awkward under the customers' stares, but not as bad as at first.
Though the demands grew more intense with each passing day, leaving her faintly uneasy.
Every time a club event loomed, her heart raced wondering what depravity awaited.
And the body mods... hypnosis experiments and training via the program... constant service to Underdog men from morning to night... periodic gangbangs by the members...
Black was steadily adapting to it all, whether she wanted to or not.
Whether that was good or not, even she couldn't say.