#30 Sex Slave Magical Girl (Black: Drug-Fueled Frenzy Sex) (4)
Paang! Paang! Paang!
Black keeps getting fucked relentlessly.
Deep inside her belly, down her throat, or splattered across her body—the males' thick semen sprays as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
But even after cumming, the men's modified cocks remain rock-hard and vicious, pistoning into Black without a moment's rest.
They ravage her premium magical girl body—a body that never gets boring no matter how much they fuck it—as much as they desire.
Black, too, has cum countless times, squirting obscenely in ecstasy... yet she still craves more, greedily begging for cock with even greater hunger.
Whether in her pussy or her asshole, she devotedly squeezes the heavy male meat invading her depths.
The leader man knows Black's weaknesses intimately and strikes them with precision.
The way he kisses her. The way he caresses her. The way he stirs her holes. The force and angle he uses to grind her womb. It all feels tailor-made to break her specifically.
And this damned drug high—it's so incredibly good, melting her brain into blissful madness.
She can't resist anything. She can't endure anything. She could never win against this.
Black's body and soul drowned in utter defeat long ago.
From the start, during her long captivity and training in the Underdog Club's hideout, she was conditioned to find joy in submitting to males.
Day after day, clenching her pussy for them, shaking her hips in service—life as a sex slave etched itself into her cells.
With no personal space, eating, washing, shitting, even masturbating all exposed to their eyes, her human dignity faded day by day. Now, it's all but vanished.
Black has grown accustomed to being treated like less than a tool. It feels natural.
Yet her heart hadn't fully surrendered.
They could dominate her mind and body, but her heart? She'd repeated it to herself hundreds, thousands of times: They can't touch this.
Whenever sanity flickered back, she'd recall her hatred and loathing for these scum who treated women like objects. That rage had sustained her.
Or so she'd thought.
No, that's not true. Not at all.
I already knew. Long ago... I...
That hatred and rage were just forced illusions. She'd known it all along.
She'd simply averted her eyes, fooling herself into denial.
Life here was good. Comfortable, even.
Being treated like a tool by them was enjoyable. Life as a sex slave brought happiness. Stripping naked, living exposed—it was all wonderful.
The way males got excited by her body, unable to contain their lust as they crowded close to grope and molest her more... it was good. So good. Undeniably pleasant.
Everyone paying attention to her felt amazing. Being handled as their sex slave under their gaze was thrilling.
Easier than pandering to inscrutable people with hidden motives—their raw, transparent desires were simple to please, easy to understand. For Black, who'd lived as a gloomy hikikomori loser unable to connect with others, this interaction was a relief, even joyful.
And above all.
Cock was amazing.
She'd never realized how alluring male cock could be.
As if proving the superiority of great Mech拉克 males, their dicks were huge, heavy, with potent scents and flavors.
When one slid inside her, it fulfilled something profoundly feminine, filling her with happiness.
Making their cocks hard with her worthless naked body alone brought pride. Realizing her body's value felt incredible.
The initial resentment she'd felt toward them? It had vanished like fiction long ago, unacknowledged.
The current Black harbors no will to rebel against them.
She doesn't even need the hypnosis program's control.
From the bottom of her heart, she pledges loyalty to them, finding joy in becoming their slave.
She's glad she was born a woman.
Thrilled to be female.
How blissful to live surrounded by superior Mech拉克 cocks.
Existing daily as their cumdump toilet slave—surely pure joy, unmatched happiness.
Ahh, I want their babies. Bearing their children would be ecstasy.
Of course, as a magical girl, that's impossible. An overreach of a dream, but she can't help it. Her life had no romance, but she's a woman anyway. She can't stop dreaming.
With such magnificent, superior cocks and the seed they produce—who wouldn't harbor such wishes?
"Come on, you fucking magical girl. Cum your brains out. Die cumming, you sow bitch."
"Be happy! You're our slave for life! Live as our flesh toilet, taking our cock juice every day! We'll keep wrecking you like this forever!"
"Fucking slut! Spend your life as our cumdump!!"
The man's penis thrusts in savagely, weighted by his full body.
Like he's determined to impregnate her, he spears her deepest depths with brutal force.
And as Black lies pinned beneath him, twitching on the verge of orgasm with every cock-thrust... soon, another thick load floods her insides.
Her belly already feels bloated to bursting, yet more semen gushes out, filling her anew.
Black, true to form, rejoices, blissful in fulfilling her duty as a cum toilet.
The man stays mounted atop her, pressing down until his ejaculation ends.
Even after, he doesn't pull away, hugging her tight while licking her pretty face with his long tongue.
Right in front of her face, he whispers.
"You fucking bitch. It's just like I said. You're ours forever. We won't ever let you go. Got it? Spread your pussy only for us, live as our property. Answer properly if you understand, you cunt."
Despite his vicious words, Black's masochistic thrill electrifies her brain. She nods eagerly.
Instead of words, just nods—so the leader man pinches her nipple hard enough to hurt, scolding her.
Black feels pleasure outweighing the pain, but she admits her fault anyway, apologizing profusely.
And swears again to live as their eternal slave...
"About fucking time. Goddamn, your mouth's heavy."
The man spits right on Black's face. Then he pulls his cock from her pussy, shaking off the leftover cum and fluids onto her saliva-smeared cheeks.
Even this treatment sends tremors of joy through her womb...
"We're not done, so get in position. Gonna dump straight into your womb again."
Half-delirious, Black still obeys reflexively. She assumes the pose he demands, ready to receive cock. Prepared for it in any hole, squeezing perfectly whenever it enters.
No hypnosis program manipulation here. The "absolute obedience" command was already lifted.
Yet Black strains to follow because she wants to. Deep in her bones, she's their slave. Obeying and serving them feels natural, etched into body and soul.
She can't resist. It comes naturally.
With trembling limbs, she climbs atop the man as he sits against the bedhead.
She aligns her dripping pussy with his cock and drops down, impaling herself to serve.
Her lingering pleasure makes her body weak; her movements are shaky and clumsy.
She barely moves before cumming again, collapsing onto him, panting like a beast.
He hugs her body, gripping her ass firmly, and now he starts thrusting.
His penis churns her astonishingly wrecked pussy, driving the already-spent girl to another orgasm.
Black simply yields to the pleasure. She can do nothing else. Clinging to him, she lets out slutty moans befitting a cock-sleeve, curling up as ecstasy surges unchecked, flooding and staining her entire body...
Even in her tattered state, Black endures much more ravaging and toying for the remaining time.
Her ordeal of suffering and bliss shows no end...
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"Hoo... That was fucking fun."
The leader man lights his cigarette-shaped drug and exhales smoke with his感想.
Perched on the bed's edge, Black lies sprawled behind him, limbs splayed in a big X.
Without a touch, her body still spasms uncontrollably.
Her entire form is caked in semen; thick globs backflow from her writhing pussy slit like breathing.
The man glances back at her, smirks, and puffs his drug cig again.
Despite it all, his cock stands erect, unyielding. He could go more.
His self-modifications grant stamina beyond standard Mech拉克 soldiers, but that's not the only reason.
The magical girl who never bores him is the true cause. She made it so damn enjoyable. And she will again.
Whose turn next? When do I get to fuck her again? Let me calculate...
The man drifts into thought amid the drug haze.
And from behind him.
Black, thought to be unconscious, suddenly rises silently.