Defeat in the Wager: Magical Girl Dumped as a Street Urinal (1)
That was how Black ended up leaving—and leaving again—resulting in her ultimate defeat in the wager.
Her monitoring program, preset for the bet, alerted her the moment her orgasms hit the hundredth mark.
The outcome was decided.
Before the monster guards could each cum ten times, Black had climaxed a hundred times first... a clear loss for her.
"Aaah... Aaaahh..."
"Kyaaah... Hiiik..."
Even after her defeat was sealed, the monsters showed no sign of stopping, pounding away at Black relentlessly.
Their guard duties were mostly automated anyway—no need for them to watch the place themselves.
They fucked the defeated magical girl over and over, ravaging her body to their hearts' content until their lust was sated.
Only as evening fell and the sun dipped low did they finally release Black, now reduced to a villain's plaything and cock-sleeve slave.
By then, the Training Facility had to close its doors and send out anyone who needed to leave.
"Whew... That was fun."
"Trained and modded bitches are great, but half-broken ones like this have their own charm. So cute. Love how she keeps trying even when it's hopeless."
"Haa... Heeeek..."
Black lay sprawled obscenely on the massive bed in the guardroom—two singles pushed together.
Her limbs splayed like a flipped frog, twitching in spasms, her body smeared head to toe in sticky white fluids... with all sorts of foul odors wafting from every crevice.
Her half-lidded eyes stared blankly into space, unfocused.
Tear tracks from endless pleasure stained the skin beneath.
Her chest heaved like a bellows with each ragged breath.
From her quivering pussy oozed thick globs of the guards' cum, and below it dangled a half-pulled anal bead still lodged in her ass.
Not a single inch of her—from head to toe—escaped defilement.
Not just creampies, but facials, titjobs... even her armpits, belly, hands, arms, legs, and hair were drenched in cock-slime.
No telling how many loads she'd taken.
Or how many times she'd cum herself.
It had been ages since the alert chimed her hundredth orgasm and defeat.
She figured at least double that—over two hundred easy.
No magical girl body or mind could endure that many climaxes unscathed.
Her mind was utterly shattered now.
But as a magical girl, she'd recover in time.
She wouldn't break from this—that was the perk.
The ultimate toy.
"Alright, time to head out."
"Up you go, magical girl. Gotta get you outta here."
The guards prodded her awake, but Black only mumbled "Ugh..." or "Ahh...", her eyes still vacant.
Even hauled upright, she'd flop back down, needing constant support.
She'd need time to walk on her own.
But they couldn't leave her inside.
Unauthorized personnel had to exit before lockdown.
And no way were they keeping her stinking, filth-covered ass around.
So the guards hoisted her up, dragged her outside, and dumped her against the facility wall—naked, reeking of cum, pussy juice, sweat, and piss.
They tossed her soiled magical girl costume (drenched in their grubby spunk) beside her.
"There, good enough?"
"Perfect. Just the right look for a loser."
No wild beasts around, weather was mild—no dying out here.
...Some vagrant or patrolling soldier might find her, but in this city, nothing dangerous would happen.
"Come challenge us again sometime, magical girl."
"Gotta get inside this place, right? You'll be back."
"We'll go easy next time."
"Yeah, we'll let you in eventually~ When we get bored~."
The guards chuckled, turning back inside.
Then one tapped the other's shoulder, suggesting something.
The other grinned, sold.
They stood before the slumped Black, unbuckled belts, dropped pants, cocks out.
Spent and soft, they aimed at her... and shhhwwwuuuuck—piss sprayed forth.
Steaming yellow streams arced precisely onto Black, soaking her afresh.
Watching the magical girl defiled by their urine, they cackled again.
"Ah... Nngh...♡"
"Hic... chii..."
Her mind still foggy, but the warm, stinking fluid hitting her skin made her twitch and shudder.
"Haaa... Ah...♡"
Her unfocused eyes turned toward the incoming piss, lips curling in a dopey smile.
Her tongue flicked out between parted lips.
Thrilled by the piss? Treated like a toilet? Pure instinct?
Magical girls were perverted freaks, through and through.
True to form, their massive alien bladders unleashed far more than any Earthling's.
They zipped up and shut the doors behind them.
Black stayed there by the main entrance, twitching alone... giggling vacantly now and then.
'Lost...'
'I lost the bet...'
Only much later did Black regain her senses.
She grabbed her costume, dressed, and staggered back to the dormitory.
Not dwelling on the humiliation of being tossed naked into the street—just worry and anxiety over her failure and the failed mission...
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"Oh, I see. So you couldn't get into the Facility?"
Late night.
Back at the dorm, showered and ready for bed, Black headed to the manager's office at the usual time for her daily report.
After briefing Ten Manager on the day's events, he rubbed his chin, puzzled.
Permission from the factory, yet blocked by guards? Odd.
But he shrugged it off.
He managed the dorm, not the city.
The guards had their fun with magical girls... nothing worth fussing over.
"Is something wrong, Manager?"
"Nah, nothing."
Ten Manager waved it off casually.
If he said not to worry, she wouldn't.
He stroked his square jaw and continued.
"So, magical girl—you're not giving up already, right? One loss won't make you quit the mission."
"...No. I won't give up. I'll challenge them again once I'm ready."
She'd keep trying until she won entry.
No matter how many defeats.
Until she claimed what she wanted.
Feeling her resolve, Ten Manager clapped excitedly.
He looked forward to more stories, begging her to share.
What's so great about wager tales? Can't figure his tastes.
"Anyway... anything else? About the fairy, or fellow magical girls, or friends?"
"...No comrades or friends. I'm a loner."
"That's sad."
Ten Manager nodded sympathetically at her blunt words.
Friends aside, she had Er as a comrade... but Navi-kun's encryption kept secrets safe.
Not omnipotent, but it balanced things just enough...
"Guess that's the report for today..."
Ten Manager unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, revealing his cock.
Under hypnosis, toyed with at his whim, the magical girl before him had it rock-hard already.
"Shall we train like always, magical girl?"
His exposed cock—veins bulging, proud and throbbing.
The moment it sprang free, her magical girl Trait amplified the musky scent flooding her nose...
Black's eyes widened in rapture, frail shoulders quivering as she nodded eagerly.
The day's abuses, over a hundred orgasms' fatigue—gone the instant she saw that dick.
Good or bad?
Magical girl stamina let her chase desire endlessly, no matter the cums or fucks...