Hero Spade Sacrifices for the Hostage (Spade - Brainwashing First Sex) (1)
Dorothy's brainwashing tool might seem like a miracle cure at first glance, but it's not as convenient as it looks. Take Apple, for example—she had to endure repeated sessions until her mind went utterly blank before reaching this perfect state of submission.
Even with Dorothy's device, you can't just bark any order from the start. You begin with light suggestions, ones the target can easily accept or rationalize on their own. Gradually, they grow accustomed to obeying, and through repetition, you ramp up the brainwashing level step by step.
"Light suggestions" mean requests that feel natural or convincing—nothing contextless, baseless, or outright against their will, or they'll get suspicious. The key is to make them think, "Well, no choice," or "That makes sense," so they never sense anything off about their own decisions.
...Apple explained all this, standing faithfully by my side. Dorothy had prepped her with the necessary info in case I screwed up.
"I relayed exactly what Dorothy told me. Was it helpful, sir?"
"Yeah, it really was. I'll have to reward you later."
"Ah... Hee... Reward... Thank you... Hee hee...."
Apple murmured "reward, reward" under her breath, unable to hide her delight. Once I finished the repetitions on the sleeping Spade here, would she end up just like this? The thought filled me with anticipation.
Alright, then. Time to get started. How should I brainwash this woman? How can I mold her completely in my hands, toy with her as I please? And on top of that, can I make her pay back every bit of humiliation she inflicted on me?
Finishing my deliberations, I locked eyes with Spade, whose vacant stare suggested her soul had wandered off somewhere.
"Good, Spade. Spade, can you hear me? If you can, stand up now. Keep your mind asleep, but wake your body... and tilt your ears only to my voice."
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Her body felt languid, her head heavy. Resisting that strange lethargy, Spade slowly regained consciousness.
'Where... am I...?'
The first thing her returning awareness took in was a dim room. She wondered if it was the same place as before, but quickly realized it wasn't. Roughly the same size as the previous concrete box, but the atmosphere was entirely different....
"Awake now, Hero?"
"......You...!"
Apparently, her body had been laid on a bed. Not exactly plush—a cheap prefab mattress. Propped on her side, Spade scanned her surroundings before turning toward the voice.
The root of all this evil. Amid her still-foggy thoughts, at least No. 13's face came into focus.
Beside the prefab bed where she lay. On a worn sofa against one wall of the cramped room, No. 13 sat. He wore a shirt up top, but nothing below. And right beside him was Apple.
Slurp... Suck... Slurrrp...
Apple was stark naked, clothes stripped away. Kneeling between his legs, she had his cock in her mouth, sucking away diligently with wet, obscene sounds.
From Spade's angle, Apple's face was hidden, but her body trembled with what looked like shame and humiliation.
Spade had no idea what had happened. But she could imagine. He'd probably blackmailed the powerless Apple into this degrading act somehow.
A man less than human scum. Rage boiled up inside her.
"Wh-what... the hell are you doing, you bastard!!!"
"Whoa, easy, easy. Haven't figured out the situation yet?"
Click. No. 13 raised the gun in his hand. It was Spade's gun—the same one she'd shot him with moments ago.
Stay put, or Apple's brains get blown out. He didn't say it, but the threat was crystal clear.
Heat rushed to Spade's head, but she couldn't move rashly.
"I was waiting for you to wake up, got bored, so I had her service me a bit. Bringing her here was only valuable as bait to lure you out—no plans to hurt her. So just behave."
"......"
"Haa... Spade... I'm fine... Really, I'm okay..."
"Hey, no chit-chat. Suck it properly, or this'll take all day."
Mmmph! Cutting off Apple's reassurance, No. 13 grabbed her head and forced his cock back in.
Spade nearly lunged, but froze at the sight of him gripping the pistol tighter. For now, she had to hold back...!
Mmm... Mmm... Mmmph...
Apple's blowjob continued. Each thrust into her mouth echoed with sloppy, vulgar noises.
Spade had no dating experience with men. As a superhuman Awakener beyond ordinary humans, such relationships came with too many complications. She'd never done it herself, never even seen it live.
She'd come across the concept by chance, but that was it. Why would a man demand this? Honestly, she didn't get it.
'How the hell did things end up like this?'
No helping it. She couldn't move right now. Time to calmly assess the situation.
She'd come here to rescue Apple, successfully subdued No. 13. She'd dodged his trap without issue, yet somehow blacked out. What happened?
Did No. 13 have some special ability? Without knowing, any rash action was pointless. She might pass out again, and Apple could face even worse demands.
'Arms and legs... handcuffed. Sturdy ones, but if I infuse them with mana, I could probably break them.'
'But it'd take time. If he sees anything suspicious, he might shoot... Better to play it safe for now.'
Spade organized her thoughts. Purely logical, perfectly reasonable. Anyone in her shoes would think the same.
But in that flawlessly natural thought process, she failed to notice the subtle intrusion of an outsider's influence—just a tiny bit.
Now heading toward climax, No. 13 rose from his chair. He gripped Apple's head with both hands, fixing it in place, and began thrusting his hips himself.
Rough, like handling a tool. With each pump, Apple's body jerked more violently than before, as if his massive cock were stabbing her throat.
How many thrusts? How many strokes? Finally, he buried it deep in her throat and came, groaning in pleasure.
Apple shuddered violently before him, and his hips trembled in sync.
"Ngh...! Feels so good, using a hero's mouth-pussy...!"
His orgasm dragged on. Satisfied at last, he pulled out and sprayed the remnants across Apple's face.
"Don't spill. Don't spit. Savor it properly. No swallowing till I say so."
Apple obeyed the absurd command without protest, clamping her mouth shut to hold every drop. Kneeling there, her ass quivered visibly.
From Spade's view, it was obscured, but from No. 13's vantage, Apple's face beamed with bliss. What if Spade saw? She'd blow the act.
No. 13 shot Apple a reproachful glare, but oblivious, she just swirled his cum around her mouth with her tongue, tasting it eagerly.
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"Sorry to keep you waiting."
After using Apple's mouth and face to finish, No. 13 secured her with nearby tools and cuffs, immobile. Only then did he turn his attention fully to Spade.
She'd waited obediently on the bed as instructed. Her face flushed crimson with fury, eyes dangerous—but she hadn't charged. Was the brainwashing working? Or just wary of the gun? Too soon to tell.
"You bastard No. 13... I'll kill you."
"Oh? Then I'd hate to die alone—might as well take Apple with me. Can't be helped. 'Ah, Apple dies because Spade couldn't control her temper, even though she could've lived!' That'd be tragic for a hero, huh."
"......!"
Flames reignited in Spade's eyes. She'd taken the bait hard. Judging more provocation risky, No. 13 waved her down hastily.
"Sorry. If you're really pissed, I apologize. Not sincere, but I don't actually want to kill anyone. I'm a villain, sure, but not into needless slaughter—even against heroes. Life's precious."
"Then who was threatening with it...!"
"Had to, or you'd kill me. Without a hostage, would you sit still? Nah."
"......."
"Just behave. No plans to kill anyone—if you follow my lead, I'll let you both go safe and sound. So calm down."
No. 13 grinned cheesily, utterly lacking in menace.