#24 Check and Coco, Heroines Turned into the Villain's Slave Real Dolls (Check/Coco - Perception Alteration Brainwashing Teasing) (1)
Rahe received that call while she was attending a meeting at headquarters.
"Indeed... so Check and Coco."
[Yes, I'm truly sorry for the late contact.]
"No, I told you to do it that way. You did well, Apple, considering we don't know where eyes might be watching."
The caller was Apple. The content concerned the operation to rescue Club.
Upon receiving Villain No. 13's contact, Check and Coco had mobilized immediately, but they couldn't reach Rahe, who was out due to her meeting schedule. That had been Villain No. 13's demand.
With Club taken hostage, they didn't have to comply, of course. And now, Apple had relayed the message from Check and Coco that they'd "rescued Club," contacting Rahe right away to inform her of the facts... or so it seemed.
Of course, the truth was a bit different, but with just this call, Rahe had no way of knowing.
"Anyway, that's a relief. You got Club back safely?"
[Yes. There was apparently a small skirmish, but they'll submit a detailed report after returning.]
"Understood. We'll discuss the rest once everyone's back. Please tell the two of them they did an excellent job."
With that, the call ended, and Rahe let out a sigh of relief as she set down her phone.
A weight had lifted off her shoulders. How much had she worried about her kidnapped subordinate? She'd kept a straight face outwardly, but inwardly, she'd fretted over whether Club had been tortured by villains, injured, or even lost her life.
Though enemies called her the "Ice Witch"—cold-blooded and ruthless— to her allies, Rahe was a paragon of responsibility and deep affection.
At any rate, Club was safe. That was what mattered. Still, to prevent repeats, she'd have to guide them more closely this time.
No, but it's her first day back after being kidnapped... Maybe I should be gentle and comforting today. Scold her once things calm down...
Should I pick up some snacks on the way back? What does Club like again?
Rahe, endlessly soft on her own people, pondered how to console Club as she returned to the meeting room.
Yet even amid those thoughts, a faint unease gnawed at her. Like a tiny needle prick in her chest—so subtle she might not notice if she ignored it.
She couldn't identify its source. Why the anxiety?
In the end, unable to pinpoint it, Rahe dismissed it as imagination, letting the nameless worry slip away.
How that subtlety would lead to catastrophe was, at this point, unknowable.
The remote brainwashing keyword activation and neutralization using Club's "empathy magic." It had been a highly experimental idea with no guarantees, but it worked flawlessly. A relief.
Of course, backup measures were in place for contingencies.
Taking Dorothy's advice, Villain No. 13 had prepared thoroughly.
Real-world testing of 7th Squad heroes' abilities, trial deployment of brainwashed heroes as assets, experiments activating two types of suppression hypnosis applied differently... I did everything possible.
Dorothy couldn't complain about this. Not that blocking her gripes had been the main goal.
With Check safely subdued, Villain No. 13 brought Coco up from the basement and moved them to a small storage room on the first floor.
A space equipped with a simple bed, sofa, and basic tools.
Spade's memories of the place were erased, replaced with ones of a smooth patrol, then sent back to base. Lingering fight marks on her body would be chalked up to clashing with wild villains—no oddities there.
Club, obedient to Villain No. 13, followed at his side.
He ordered the two who trailed him inside—thudding footsteps and all—to strip down to their panties and stand.
The semi-nude forms of the two heroes, different builds but equally alluring, with feminine curves, lay bare before him.
"Hm. Check's tits are smaller than Coco's. Makes sense—with udders like that, she couldn't move so nimbly."
"Coco's got more meat overall too. Not excessive, just right for groping... Check's all toned muscle—her pussy must clamp like a vice."
"Both so damn sexy. Not sure why, but they've got more raw allure than the juniors. Senior heroes, huh?"
Muttering to himself, Villain No. 13 savored his spoils, circling the pair lined up before him, poking flesh, kneading breasts.
When he asked midway if they were virgins, both answered in hollow tones: "Yes."
Too tempting to leave untouched.
This wasn't just indulgence—it confirmed their hypnosis depth.
Conclusion: Both deeply entranced.
Apple's massage sessions over days had dosed them heavily with brainwashing drugs. The repeated process took hold; they stood stable.
Villain No. 13's cock strained against his pants. Seeing these strong, sexy heroes utterly helpless under his control ignited raw lust.
He wanted to fuck them senseless all night, but holding them too long risked Rahe's suspicion.
So, just a taste today—plant a wedge, then release.
"Alright... let's begin."
He soaked a handkerchief in brainwashing serum, clamping it over their mouths and noses, forcing deep inhales to ensure penetration.
Already puppet-like, their eyes dulled further into haze.
Smacking his lips, he wasted no time implanting new suggestions.
In their drug-muddled minds, they murmured echoes, absorbing his words...
*Slurp... slurp... mm... smooch...*
......
......? Huh...?
Check dimly regained awareness in the darkness.
Her consciousness surfaced slowly, piecing together: What was she doing? What sounds? The pleasant shivers rippling through her body?
Her bleary vision filled with Coco's pretty face.
Realization dawned: She was kissing Coco.
Fingers interlaced, tongues tangled fervently. Both amateurs, but a nearby voice guided them.
They followed eagerly, giving their all.
"Haa... haa... Check..."
"C-Co...? Ah... *smack*..."
Coco gazed up with heated eyes, lips pressing again. Tongues entwined; hot, sweet breaths mingled. Saliva swapped.
Coco's full breasts squished against hers.
That's when Check noticed: naked save panties.
Awareness expanded. Who she was. Who Coco was. What they did. The space.
A cramped room. She and Coco clung on a creaky cheap cot in the corner, kissing.
First thought: Why with Coco? Then: The order.
Issuer: The man beside the bed. Villain No. 13.
"This is something else. A fresh flavor."
He snapped photos, phone camera aimed, grinning.
Closer look: He was naked too. Between his legs, their junior hero Club—also nude—knelt, head bobbing with lewd *slurps*.
What the hell...?
Right... I came here... with Coco... to rescue Club...
Memories flooded: Villain No. 13's call, meeting here for handover. Trap. Fight.
He was the enemy.
Anger blazed like fire in her chest.
Yet her body kept kissing Coco. Fingers unlinked; hands roamed.
Check kneaded Coco's breasts; Coco caressed her abs, lower belly... then teasing lower.
Just touching, light strokes—pure bliss. Sensual flames licked deep inside, consuming her. Her pussy surely soaked.
She glared at Villain No. 13, furious. True—kidnapping scum who set traps with hostages.
But she couldn't lunge. Why? She was—
His real doll.
Yes. She and Coco were Villain No. 13's real dolls.
Heroes, but his real dolls. Toys. Tools obeying his whims. Playthings for his pleasure.
He'd ordered them to warm up mutually first. Wet their pussies, ready for his cock.
Hence the kiss. Obeying him—their owner.
Real dolls don't harm owners. Never.
Even seething at this trash, she served. For his amusement, body offered.
Affirming her identity, Check gripped Coco's panties, sliding them down slowly.
Coco did the same.
Panties at thighs. Lewd strands of nectar stretched between fabric and slits... then snapped.