#29 Despairing Magical Girl (Black: Drug-Fueled Orgy Gangbang Degradation)
In the end, that damn drone, Navi-kun, was never seen again after that.
"I'll come save you, so just wait quietly?" Save me? As if.
That line back then was just that scrap heap of metal toying with her, nothing more.
But since she never believed it in the first place, guess that means I win, Black thinks to herself as she starts masturbating on her own.
She really hadn't expected anything anyway.
True, a total loner hikikomori like her doesn't trust anyone.
In this world, the only one she can rely on is herself. She has to survive this harsh reality with just this one body.
But... this is a problem.
Even if she steels herself with that mindset, reality doesn't change.
She still hasn't found a way out of here, and now with near-24/7 surveillance clinging to her like glue, things have gotten blatantly worse.
Can she really escape in a situation like this? For real? Is it even possible? How?
"Magical girls never give up"... or so they say.
Unfortunately, this isn't one of those magical girl stories she sometimes reads—it's reality.
Unlike fictional tales built on dreams and hope that hint at a happy ending, this shitty reality offers no dramatic twists.
"........."
Black can't help but seriously contemplate the words "give up" and "resignation."
It feels like the characters for despair are flickering right before her eyes...
『These damn bastards...! Let me go...! If I could just use my magic, you lot...!』
『.......』
It's been a few days since they moved bases. New females have been added to the hideout.
As Black heads to the communal bathroom, she happens to cross paths with two being led in by the men.
She recognizes them at a glance.
Both are magical girls. Probably captured just like her and brought here in the same predicament.
One hides nothing, baring her teeth at the men in furious defiance, while the other remains eerily calm and composed, not uttering a single word, just silent.
Her eyes meet those of the silent one among them.
Even from a distance, those sapphire-like blue eyes pierce straight through Black, glaring as if to bore into her soul.
And belatedly, the noisy, defiant magical girl seems to notice Black too. Her gaze turns this way.
Black is naked, collared like a dog, crawling down the hallway on all fours. Men walk ahead and behind, leading her along.
She's been living here so long that crawling on all fours in the corridors has become second nature.
All the other slaves do it anyway.
So Black hadn't given her state much thought—until those newly captured magical girls' eyes hit her. Suddenly, a tidal wave of shame and embarrassment crashes over her.
She becomes acutely aware of how pathetic her situation is.
"Hey. What're you lazing around for? Move it!"
Caught in that shame, Black freezes for a moment, and immediately a man behind her slaps her ass.
Smack! The sound echoes loudly. Clearly audible to those magical girls ahead.
And the worst part? Her ass stings, and she reflexively lets out an ecstatic "Ahhn♡."
Black feels her face burning hot.
Not from the pain, but desperate to avoid showing more disgrace, she scurries forward on all fours.
Too ashamed to even glance at the magical girls, she keeps her eyes glued to the floor.
'Please don't look at me like this... just hurry up and pass by...'
She tries to hurry, but now they yank her collar and punish her ass for moving too fast.
In the end, Black crawls past the magical girls at a steady, unhurried pace.
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It's been nearly ten days since the move, but the drug club still hasn't reopened.
Apparently to avoid giving any leverage to the security forces or some unknown "enemy."
Black has no idea what that "enemy" really is.
The guy who explained it was too drunk to give straight info anyway, and there's no reason they'd share details with her.
On club nights, Black has all sorts of prep to do.
If it were just serving food and drinks as a waitress, fine—but she often stars as the featured product in events.
Practicing dances, cosplaying as characters from comics or movies, getting strapped into wall-fixation devices for "trial runs," or rushed training to match VIP tastes that day.
Outfits, makeup, and such eat up hours regardless.
But with the club closed, no prep needed.
So Black's routine lately? From morning till night, toyed with as a sex sleeve by the Underdog members.
Sometimes shoved into mod devices to amp her sensitivity, but otherwise, just that.
The only changes: who the partner is, what play, or how many at once...
Hnng... Ah... Ahh...
Aahn... Aaaahn...
Haaahn... Hic... Nngohh...
The room echoes with the cries of multiple females.
In the new hideout's decent-sized office/guest room, seven Underdog members take turns ravaging three magical girls.
The new captives' hypnosis programs are fully hacked, resistance confirmed gone.
With some training underway, they're celebrating the successful addition with this little party.
Other alien slaves serve booze, food, and drugs, while the men leer, grope, and sexually harass them.
When a magical girl's hole looks free, they plunge in and enjoy.
"Ahh... Yes... I love your big cocks, Masters...♡ Rubbing deep inside feels so good...♡ Haaahn...♡"
"......Nn...♡"
The once-defiant newbie now a meek cock-sleeve slave, greedily clenching and slurping dicks with vulgar glee.
The cool-headed one too—just trembles as cocks pound her depths, no resistance or complaints.
And Black's the same.
Sandwiched among the males, every hole stuffed and violated without mercy.
Especially Black—even with the other two around, she's the star attraction.
The others get casual fucks, one-on-one rotations.
But Black? Familiarity or favoritism, always two or three piling on at once.
No respite for her holes.
"Here it comes again, magical girl."
"Heh, me too."
The men spray cum across Black's face and tits.
She feels the hot splatter on her skin. The musky stench twists her senses, vision blurring.
"Mine too. Deep inside... Get pregnant, magical girl!"
"Nng...!"
Her pussy floods next.
Feeling the thick load deep within, Black climaxes wildly.
'...So thick...'
Magical girls can't get pregnant. Their wombs are magic-protected.
But after tanking loads this dense, she can't help thinking what if...
Fucked nonstop day and night, especially here, rotated and filled with potent seed.
Pussy and womb constantly overflow with cum, no breaks.
But really no pregnancy? Womb really 100% safe?
...Pointless doubts creep in.
"What're you spacing out for? We've got ages left—if you're like this already, how'll you last?"
"...Nnh..."
Her body reeks of cum, belly sloshing with it.
Lost in the afterglow, the surrounding men prod her again.
They grab her tits hard enough to hurt, squeeze her ass, smack it, forcing her up.
True to training, Black eagerly poses: ass up, pussy spread, mouth ready for fellatio, tits jiggling seductively—a perfect whore's allure.
Facing the fully broken magical girl, Underdog members snicker and keep pounding her. The other two get the same treatment, no slacking.
Drunk on booze, food, and drugs, they ravage every inch of the magical girls to their hearts' content.
Black's pussy never dries, passed around until she blacks out from endless orgasms.
Oh, and Black hears about that drone, Navi-kun.
Apparently, it brazenly demanded to take her out, got smashed to scrap.
No nostalgia there—for Black, it's just a traitor who deceived and sold her out.
So the news barely registers.
Just confirms its "rescue" promise wasn't a total lie.
Though it ended up one anyway.
At least now she can fully ditch any hopes of escaping via Navi-kun.