Blue Sapphire Goes Undercover! (1)
“......So this is Danae’s castle....”
I suppose it was thanks to a string of lucky coincidences.
The only reason that magical girl could sneak into the supposedly impregnable Danae’s Castle was because of them.
Right now, the castle was covered in a strange magnetic field-like barrier everywhere except the front cave that served as the entrance. That was why it never let intruders in so easily.
Likewise, the front cave had a staircase that could be lowered by operating the system from the control room inside the castle.
While it was possible to fly through the air and slip into the cave’s opening, they couldn’t just leave the only entrance unguarded, so this place was always under constant surveillance as well.
『Hey, that damn magical girl stole a huge pile of shit from the pharmacyyyyy!!!』
『Catch her! I’m so fucking sick of getting poisoned!!!』
It just so happened that the magical girls were causing a huge commotion inside the castle, so all the freaks’ attention had been drawn over there. They probably never imagined that someone would try to sneak in during a situation like this.
Anyway.
“Okay, okay. Just wait for me, Kei unnie. This Blue Sapphire is heading over to rescue you right now! ...Wait, which way am I supposed to go...?”
Slap! Slap!
Hiiik... ugh....
Danae’s Castle — underground torture chamber.
I had proudly resisted the group that had taken over the castle, but in the end I was dragged back to this torture room once again.
Right now I was completely naked, straddling a rough, bumpy wooden horse, and receiving a thorough whipping.
When I had been running my mouth earlier, I’d gotten carried away remembering the grown-up Ruby’s epic verbal smackdown from episode three of season eleven of Witch Girl, but now that I was actually here, all I felt was regret.
Aigoo, I should’ve just kept quiet back then.
What the hell was I thinking, acting all cocky? Look at me now.
Slap!
“Ow...! Hey... stop hitting me already...!”
“Shut up, magical girl. Where’d all that big talk go? Now you’re acting weak?”
“Mmph......!”
The guy with the dreadlocks who had been whipping my ass shoved the panties I’d been wearing into my mouth as if he couldn’t stand listening to me anymore.
“Yo, splash her.”
“Yessir.”
Splashhhhh—!
“Huuuup...!”
A nearby freak poured a bucket of ice-cold water over me until it overflowed.
Aaaaaagh! It’s so coooold!
The water was freezing, like chunks of ice. Every time it hit me, my head spun. My body trembled violently against my will.
I even wondered if I might catch a cold, but at this point I didn’t care about tomorrow. I’d rather just freeze to death right here...!
“You look perfect squirming around like a sow in heat. Do you finally understand your place? Do you, magical girl?! Huh?!”
Slap!
“......!”
The moment the whip struck my body, which had gone ice-cold, a sharp pain shot through me. I could feel the Pain Preference trait converting some of that pain into pleasure, but even so, it still hurt like hell.
The whip struck with all its might, purely to cause pain, mercilessly draining my stamina.
“Hup... mmph... ptooey. Haa... You’re the kind of pathetic loser who can’t even touch a woman unless she’s tied up, and you’re talking about ‘place’....”
“......You’re shaking your ass like a bitch in heat while saying that?”
“Hgyau?!”
The tickling sensation against my asshole made my body tremble involuntarily.
The tip of the whip the dreadlocks guy was swinging was egg-shaped and rounded.
The moment that tip pushed into my anus, I unconsciously started shaking my hips as if trying to seduce him.
“A masochistic pervert who loves getting her asshole played with, and you still dare to act so arrogant....”
“Hiiik... ngh... T-take it out right now...! I-I’ll kill you... haaang...!”
I was enduring this torture that was clearly meant to vent their frustration when—
The door suddenly burst open and someone stormed in with a violent aura.
It was Il-mun, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
“Il-mun. You’re up already?”
“...Let’s switch. I have to break this bitch with my own hands.”
“Sure. I only seasoned her for you. Enjoy the meal.”
The whip that had been lodged in my ass was yanked out with a wet pop. Then the dreadlocks guy dragged the other freaks out of the torture chamber.
The only ones left in the room were me and the tattooed man who had just entered.
My arms were bound in front of me, so I could only turn my neck a little to look. The heavy, oppressive atmosphere radiating from him was impossible to miss.
It was pure hatred and rage.
That terrifying aura made me swallow hard without realizing it.
“Oh, your balls didn’t burst after all~? You woke up pretty early~ I thought you’d be hovering between life and death for at least three days and nights~.”
I pushed down the urge to immediately submit with a pathetic “I’m your bitch, master, hehe,” and instead spoke provocatively. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop my voice from trembling.
Apparently deciding that the tremor in my voice meant I was afraid, the tattooed man grinned wickedly and slapped my ass hard.
Slaaaaap!
Haaang...!
My body had been freezing cold from the icy water, so the moment his warm hand touched me, a shiver of pleasure ran through me. I unconsciously started wriggling my waist.
“You like my hand that much, you filthy dog?”
“I-I don’t like it...!”
“Really? I do.”
Slap! Slap!
Haah... hiiik...!
After spanking me several more times, the tattooed man pressed his sticky body against mine and began groping me all over. Every time his warm hands slid across my skin, the heat felt so good that I couldn’t help but twitch and tremble.
Even though the cold water had washed me clean, I was worried that my juices might start flowing again.
Then the tattooed man pushed my upper body forward and held something in front of my face. In his gloved hand was an object.
It looked like a pure white stick, but it was bumpy and uneven.
This is......?
“A little gift for a bitch like you. It’s a peeled Chinese yam.”
Chinese yam?
Why that?
At first I was confused, but then something clicked and all the blood drained from my face.
I remembered seeing it in Witch Girl. Around season five, one of the captured magical girls had been tortured with Chinese yam.
The terrifying thing about it was...!
“It’s a toy Mekrak sent us as a gift. Looks like it works even better than the Earth version. I didn’t really understand the detailed explanation so I skipped it, but from what I know, the effects seem pretty similar.”
“D-don’t mess around with food...!”
“Shut up.”
The long, thick yam in the tattooed man’s hand pushed inside me, spreading my soaked vaginal walls apart.
My pussy, already dripping wet, made wet squelching sounds—schlick, schlick—every time the yam moved in and out.
At the same time, a strange sensation spread from the walls where the yam touched.
“Chinese yam contains something called calcium oxalate. The crystals grow like tiny scales, so when they touch the skin they create countless microscopic wounds that you can’t even see——”
Itchy. Burning hot. Shivering.
“How’s that, you fucking slut?! Doesn’t every spot it touches start itching like crazy?!”
“Ah, huuugh...! N-nooooo...?!?!”
I knew I shouldn’t, but my vaginal walls ignored my will and greedily clung to the yam inside me. The more they did, the more I felt something stimulating my insides.
> Special Mekrak Yam is stimulating the nerves inside your pussy.
> The yam’s toxin has seeped into your vagina. Reacting to the magical girl’s magic power, the itching intensifies dramatically.
“Uhehehehehehehe! How’s that?! How does it feel to have your cunt rubbed raw by a yam, huhhhhh?!”
“.......! Ngh......!”
Every time the tattooed man held me down and roughly thrust the yam inside, the wet squelching sounds echoed endlessly.
Finally deciding he’d done enough, he pulled the yam out of my pussy with a wet schluurp.
What came over me wasn’t relief... but unbearable frustration.
“Auu... ugh...!”
The moment the yam that had been scratching my insides was removed, my now-empty pussy began to itch like mad.
“I-it itches...! Do something about it...!”
“Next is your asshole.”
Ignoring my pleading, writhing voice, the tattooed man shoved the yam into my anus as well and twisted it around.
After stirring it enough and pulling it out, my asshole—now just as wrecked as my pussy—started itching insanely.
Love juices were pouring out of me. In my desperation I kept moving my hips. But the tattooed man had no intention of helping. He simply watched as my body, completely enslaved by the itching, writhed helplessly.
Huuu... huuugh...!
I thrashed around, tormented by the ever-growing itch. I even rubbed my pussy against the sharp edge of the wooden horse, but while the pleasure grew, it did nothing to soothe the maddening itch deep inside.
“Aah... ahhng... it itches... it itcheeees...!”
“Heh heh. Finally learning your place?”
I’d rubbed so hard that my clit was starting to hurt. Even so, the tingling pleasure made me feel like I might cum any second. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.
The tattooed man chuckled and rubbed the yam across my breasts too. He paid special attention to my nipples.
My skin turned slightly red, my nipples swelled and hardened as if engorged with blood, and just like my pussy and ass, they began screaming with unbearable itching.
Only then, seemingly satisfied, did he toss the yam aside. Instead, he pulled down his pants and took out his cock.
“You want this, don’t you?”
I stared at his cock, which had sprung out and was bobbing... bobbing... with desperate, hungry eyes.
He had only taken it out, yet even from a distance the thick scent of his cock seemed to flood my nasal passages.
Thanks to the modifications, his cock was far thicker and larger than average. Unlike when I’d seen it earlier, the surface was now covered in bumpy, protruding nodules.
Apparently one of the “gifts” he’d received from Mekrak was a drug that made his cock like this when consumed.
‘I-if something like this pierces my pussy right now....’
Gulp. I swallowed without thinking. My hips were still moving on their own, rubbing my itching pussy against the wooden horse.
Eighty percent of my rational thinking had already flown out the window.
“I-I want it... Please fuck me...!”
“Did you already forget what you broke? What kind of mouth is begging like that?”
The tattooed man slapped my cheeks with his exposed cock.
I had no room left to feel humiliation. Even as he smacked my face, I couldn’t tear my eyes off his cock. I couldn’t.
The itching in my pussy, my ass, my breasts, and my nipples had all surpassed my limit.
“I-I’m sorry....!”
From my mouth, pushed to the absolute edge of desperation, came nothing but pleas and apologies.
“I’m sorry...! I was wrong...! This ignorant bitch of a dog... this worthless slut dared to resist... and hurt something so magnificent... I’m truly sorry... Please forgive me...!”
My tongue kept getting tangled, but I begged for forgiveness, blurting out every word that came to mind.
Humiliation? Pride? I didn’t have the luxury to care about any of that.
I just wanted this itching to stop somehow. I wanted something to scratch the aching emptiness inside my pussy...!
“Please... I’m begging you...! Huuugh...! Please thrust Il-mun-nim’s strong, magnificent cock... into my pussy... Please, please...! Aah... ngh... it itches so much... I can’t take it anymore...!”
I begged desperately, but he only scoffed.
The tattooed man forcibly lifted my chin.
“Which mouth was the one spouting all that talk about ‘place’ earlier, huh?”
“Hiiit... eek... I’m sorry, I’m sorry... This pathetic pussy is sorry...!”
“......Hmph.”
Something pressed against my trembling lips. It took me a moment to realize the tattooed man was kissing me.
No... not there, my pussy is itching... my mouth can’t satisfy it... it can’t...!
Ugh......!
The tattooed man’s tongue forced my lips apart and pushed inside. It licked my gums, tangled with my tongue, and his saliva flowed down my throat into my stomach. A tingling pleasure spread throughout my entire body.
From my pussy, which was still grinding against the back of the wooden horse, I felt a spurt of love juice shoot out.
Only after I came did the tattooed man finally pull his lips away, licking them as he looked at me.
“You filthy bitch. That mouth of yours sure talks a lot of shit, but it tastes pretty good.”
“Haaah... haa... Thank you... Please... Now put your cock... in my pussy...!”
“Not yet, you bitch. I suffered for half a day, remember?”
The tattooed man thrust his hips forward. His cock filled my entire field of vision.
“Suck it properly and serve me. Depending on how well you do, I might fuck you. Or I might not.”
“Y-yes! I’ll do my best...!”
Without a second thought, I leaned my upper body forward on the wooden horse, stretched out my neck, and desperately latched onto his cock.
