Hero and Brainwashing Massage (Check) (3)
They were nothing more than trivial questions. What her name was, what organization she belonged to, her age, her specialties, her hobbies... just the usual small talk like that. Check answered every one without missing a beat. There was no reason to refuse, no need to think long and hard about it.
More questions followed. Her favorite color. Her favorite number. Her favorite food. Things like that.
"Miss Check, do you usually masturbate?"
When it reached that question, even Check paused for a moment. But the silence didn't last long. She quickly murmured, "Yeah..."
"How often do you masturbate? How do you do it? Any habits?"
"...Once... a week...? Usually... in the bathroom... 'cause cleanup's a pain..."
Her answers came haltingly, slowly, in fits and starts. These were things she wouldn't normally answer, but right now, Check had no rationality left to weigh them. She simply surrendered her body to the fluffy, floating sensation filling her mind.
As she answered, a sweet moan slipped from Check's lips: "Nngh...♡" It was because Spade had poured lukewarm lotion over her breasts. Spade's hands skillfully rubbed and spread the lotion dripping carefully onto that skin, covering her upper body, her lower body, even down to that shameful crotch without missing a spot. Check's breathing grew more ragged, her face flushing deeper. Heat was rising.
As a side effect of the brainwashing drug, her sensitivity and sexual desire were already swelling rapidly. With lotion rubbing over her sensitized skin on top of that, it was no wonder her arousal accelerated. Moreover, Apple occasionally stimulated specific acupoints designed to ignite lust during the massage.
Spade's hands kneaded the body of Check, who was starting to get properly aroused—squeezing her breasts. Then, she gently rubbed the erect nipples at their peaks, and Check's body twitched.
...Looks like these nipples are her weak spot. Come to think of it, she said she warms herself up by fondling her nipples during masturbation.
To keep Check from drifting off completely into sleep, Apple continued the pointless back-and-forth questions. Sometimes asking where it felt good and how it felt good, probing her weaknesses. Meanwhile, Spade, assisting Apple, grew even more aggressive in caressing Check's body. Check's pussy soon began secreting lewd fluids thick enough to make obscene squelching sounds. Peeling back the labia slightly revealed sticky, saliva-like honey dripping steadily downward.
Spade slipped a lotion-slicked finger into that pussy hole, careful not to damage the visible hymen.
"Ha... ahh..."
A sweet moan escaped Check's lips. Her face, blankly staring at the ceiling, seemed immersed in ecstatic pleasure.
Apple asked her, "Miss Check, have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"...No... never..."
"Have you ever used your pussy? Do you put fingers in when you masturbate? Toys or anything?"
"...No... just around the vulva... the entrance... a little..."
"And?"
"......The anus too, just the entrance."
Check hesitated on that one, her face ashamed even as she spoke, but she answered anyway. So that's it. Check seems to have a habit of anal play. Not full insertion, but stroking and fondling around the anus... maybe dipping just the first knuckle of a finger in.
That secret habit would definitely be hard to confess to others.
"Good girl for answering so well, Miss Check. Since you gave such a good response, I'll make you feel even better."
With those words, Apple signaled Spade. Taking the cue, Spade withdrew her finger from Check's now sopping pussy and began licking it instead. The sensation of that tongue on her sensitive, heated pussy—the first time she'd felt anything like it—drew another pathetic sigh from Check's lips.
Apple skillfully fondled and teased Check's moderately sized but firm breasts and those erect nipples. Spade, still lapping at the pussy, didn't neglect the clitoris either. She engulfed that little bean with her lips as if to swallow it whole, sucking it in with firm pulls.
"Ah, ah, aaaahhhhhh~~~!!"
Check let out the cry without holding back. She'd climaxed. The room was well soundproofed, and being at the far end of the base's dormitory floor, this much noise was fine.
Haa... haa... haa...
Apple pulled her hands away from Check's freshly orgasmed body. But Spade kept tormenting the pussy and clit.
"Feels good, right, Miss Check?"
"Ah... uh... heh..."
"Hee hee, let's feel even better."
Apple whispered into her ear, blowing hot breath like a serpent's tongue. Another melting sigh leaked from Check's mouth, her body shuddering...
* * *
And so the fondling disguised as a massage by Apple and Spade continued. Check, who had been lying on her back, was flipped over onto her stomach. Her face buried in the pillow below, her ass raised high—a humiliating pose.
From behind, Spade kept tormenting her pussy and clit... and now her anus too.
"......!!"
"Good, very good. You came again. Well done."
Check's body bucked again under Spade's caresses. Apple praised her with an expression like she was gazing at something adorable, stroking back the hair of the prone Check. The brainwashing drug had thoroughly seeped into her. She seemed quite accustomed to the hypnotic state now. Even strong stimulation wouldn't wake her easily.
Apple left Spade to continue the fondling and stepped away from the bed to contact someone. They picked up right away.
"No. 13, it's Apple. As instructed, I've completed the groundwork for brainwashing Miss Check."
At Apple's report, No. 13 praised her from the other end of the smartphone. Apple shivered happily at the compliment.
After getting a brief update from Apple, No. 13 instructed her to let him speak directly to Check. Check, who had been prone and tormented by Spade until her pussy was drenched, was straightened up and sat with her upper body raised. The smartphone connected to No. 13's call was brought to her ear.
His words continued. Since it wasn't face-to-face, remote hypnosis couldn't implant much. So he kept it simple: making her remember his voice, slightly adjusting her perception of Villain No. 13. On top of that, he implanted a hypnosis keyword to neutralize her anytime and induce this state again.
"Good, that's about all I had to say."
"Check, I'm looking forward to meeting you. I hope you are too."
"When we meet in person, I'll give you ten times, a hundred times the happiness you're feeling now..."
With that, No. 13 ended the call. Even as the smartphone went silent, Check remained slumped, murmuring blankly: "Looking forward... a hundred times... happy..."
The major work of direct remote hypnosis with No. 13 in her trance state was done, but the job wasn't finished. He'd been badly burned by the Club incident before, so No. 13 wanted extra contingency measures. Preparing those was Apple's remaining task for the day.
Apple opened a drawer and pulled something out: a doll prepared in advance. It bore an eerie resemblance to Check. The drawer also held one resembling Coco, both handed over by No. 13 during their recent secret rendezvous.
Apple held the Check doll in front of her eyes.
"Miss Check, can you see this?"
"......? Doll... I see..."
"That's right. It's just a normal doll now, but I'm going to cast a spell on it. A spell linking it to you."
Apple smiled as she spoke, but Check tilted her head, not quite understanding. Meeting those vacant eyes, Apple continued.
"Now, look into this doll's eyes. Keep staring."
"The more you look, the more your soul gets sucked into this doll. You and the doll become more connected."
"From now on, this doll is you, Miss Check. The doll becomes you, and you become the doll."
What was she saying? Check couldn't grasp it, but she stared hard at the doll's eyes anyway. Those black doll eyes stared back. Staring made her really feel like her soul was being pulled in.
Suddenly, Apple's hand stroked the doll's cheek. Strangely, Check felt something touch her own cheek. In truth, Spade behind her had matched the motion, but she didn't know that.
They repeated this several times. Whenever Apple touched the doll, Spade touched the corresponding spot on Check. Gradually, Check started believing Apple's words. She began to think that doll really was her.
Apple touched the doll's lips. This time, Spade, who had the signal beforehand, stayed still. No touch from Spade—yet Check clearly felt something on her lips. It was just an illusion from her belief, but to Check, who believed it true, it was reality.
Finally, after several more checks confirming a solid response about 4 out of 5 times, Apple wrapped up.
"Normally, it's just a doll. But when the spell activates, it links to you like now."
"The activation spell is 'Miss Check from Doll Land'."
"When I say 'Miss Check from Doll Land,' you enter this state."
"And when I say 'Goodbye, Miss Check from Doll Land' in that state, the spell lifts. The doll is a doll again, and you are you."
Apple repeated the spell phrases a few more times to engrave them, then laid Check back down. She turned off the still-spewing mist, opened the window, and cranked the air purifier to max for ventilation. She covered Check's body with a blanket.
With that, the first stage of Check's brainwashing was complete.