#28.5 Hope Crushed (Black - Threesome Humiliation)
Suddenly, what the hell is this? Taking the magical girl away?
Wasn't it this drone that handed over the magical girl in the first place? Didn't it just toss her our way, saying do whatever you want? So why the sudden change of heart now?
> [There are circumstances I cannot discuss. I apologize for things turning out this way.]
"No, no, apologies aren't gonna cut it right now. That's not what I wanna hear. You're taking the magical girl? You think we're just gonna smile and say 'sure thing'?"
> [This is not merely a suggestion. Black Twilight is needed, so she must be retrieved. In compensation, I will provide another magical girl in her place. Surely you have no particular attachment to that one?]
Navi-kun continues.
> [Furthermore, my prior proposals contain no falsehoods. I will remain here and continue supplying you with magical girls for your use.]
In that case, it could be seen as a fair trade, all things considered.
To get their hands on magical girls in the first place, they needed this drone's help—or more precisely, the program's it carried.
It was a stroke of luck they never could have dreamed of. Maybe they should just gratefully accept it as such.
Or, put another way, the drone might have calculated that far ahead, figuring straight talk wouldn't lead to its destruction.
Or maybe it was just a robot with no sense of tact.
The man who seemed to be the leader of the Underdog crew fell silent, lighting a cigarette as if needing time to sort his thoughts. It was Mech拉克-grade, laced with narcotics. His mind quickly fogged over, his mood lifting.
His scowl, crumpled since the drone's proposal, eased a bit.
"Fine... You'll keep cooperating from now on, so just hand over that magical girl? There's some reason, right?"
> [There is a reason, but I cannot disclose it.]
"...I see."
Silence again. The man seemed lost in thought, and the drone patiently awaited his response.
As a machine, it had no need for patience anyway.
No urging, just quiet for a stretch.
Finally, the man exhaled smoke and spoke.
"Hey. How long till you can procure a replacement magical girl?"
> [To avoid suspicion, approximately two weeks at minimum. Prioritizing safety would suggest three months' buffer. However, considering your sense of deprivation from this abrupt loss, I've prioritized shortening the timeline at higher risk.]
"Yeah, yeah, cut the long-winded crap. Bottom line: even ignoring safety, it's at least two weeks?"
> [Ensuring bare-minimum safety, yes.]
"Good. Hey, you."
The leader pointed at the other man in the office.
The guy shot him a questioning look, and the leader gave the order.
"Smash that fucker."
Crunch!!
On command, the guide navigator drone slammed into the wall.
The designated man's brutal mechanical arm—illegally modded here in the facility—had hurled it. The arm now crushed the drone against the wall in a single grip.
Red warning lights flashed from the drone's emitters, but he ignored them.
> [Wh...at... are... you... do...]
Something in the speaker or internals busted—static crackled, voice garbling out.
The leader puffed his cigarette and continued.
"You little shit. Thought you could just use us and we'd roll over? Yeah, we're idiots, but getting played for fools by a retarded AI now?"
> [......!]
"No business with assholes trying to exploit us, scrapheap. What makes you so high and mighty?"
The drone's red light kept blinking, faster now.
The leader stubbed his cigarette on the drone's chassis. Pointless on a robot without nerves, but whatever.
"And fuck, we've already half-cracked your program. Bypass codes for the magical girl's hypnosis too. Looks like you just had access keys, not a real hack. Means we can narrow down suspects easy. Figure out who built and sent you."
> [.......]
"Too much hassle to bother, though. Doesn't matter. Sending distress signals now? Useless. Comms are fully jammed here. We'll relocate to a backup spot just in case. Tough luck. No matter what, that magical girl's not leaving."
The blinking light faded weaker.
Before it died, the leader nodded again.
The man gripping it crushed it in one squeeze.
Clatter—parts and mangled chassis rained down. The leader pocketed only the key program chip, spat on the rest, and stomped it flat.
He ordered the room's female slaves to clean the debris.
"That's that. Time to move base. No idea who's behind this drone, but no need to get chased."
"Leader. What about the drug club?"
"Lay low for a bit. Point of moving if we get busted over the club? Wait till it cools off."
Jeers rose; the leader grinned wickedly.
"Instead, let's snag a few more magical girls in the meantime. Gotta be cautious like the drone said, but two or three kidnappings? Not bad. Time flies training 'em. Let's enjoy magical girls to our heart's content, like those high-and-mighty fucks upstairs."
Cheers erupted now, no more boos.
This place had plenty of alien female slaves, but nothing beat magical girls.
This was the Hypnosis City, where you could enjoy hypnotized, dominated magical girls.
Or so it was advertised. But locals barely got a taste.
Only the elite upstairs monopolized them, bending them however. And they hated that.
Now, they could claim and savor those precious prizes.
How could they not bite?
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Whatever happened, it looks like they're moving.
Black had her eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged, and dosed with drugs during transit—mind hazy, no clue what was going on.
She just woke to an unfamiliar ceiling and heard they'd already relocated.
No big thrill either way. What did she care if they moved or whatever.
Just two changes: no drug club for a while, and no more solitary cell.
"We got cells, but they're not fully set up yet. Short on space."
So Black got a regular room now.
But not solo.
Shared with Underdog guys.
They rotated rooms every 12 hours by schedule.
Each room had two men, so sharing meant... yeah, full-time slave duty for them.
Cells at least gave personal space and breaks. Now? Nada. Sleep? Fat chance.
Life here wouldn't be easy.
Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop
Slurp... slrp... slrp...
Mmm... mngh... mm...!
In the Underdog's new hideout, some room.
As always, Black was getting railed by the guys there.
"Haha, magical girl! Your pussy's fuckin' delicious! Delicious, but we can make it better! Squeeze harder!"
"Hey, magical girl. Don't neglect the mouth. Focus properly. Why leave me hanging while he has all the fun? Make me feel good too!"
Vrrr...!
Black was sandwiched between the two men, getting pounded front and back.
Not long since arrival, but this was routine now.
Two guys per room, Black tossed in. Obvious.
Before: ~3 hours per guy. Now: 12 hours, two at once. Way heavier load. Even with breaks, overwhelming.
Mouth... rubbing so good...
Pussy too, feels good... ass slapping... womb keeps... ahh...!
Shudder
Black's body twitched in their midst.
Even here, her body reveled in pleasure, climaxing mindlessly on autopilot.
The men laughed foolishly at the lewd magical girl.
They pistoned harder, ravaging her holes at will.
Soon, cum poured sequentially into her mouth, then pussy.
Trained as she was, Black gulped it down, climaxing loudly again.
But finishing didn't end it.
The men wanted more, and Black had to oblige till they were sated.
No resisting. Their lusts endless.
And Black's female cravings, as she got fucked... just the same....