(Remade) Unexpected friendship

"Your the aggressive and evil scientist that loves seeing girls being tortured and have a sexual intercourse with machine, and until recently, you kidnapped Momiji and recently has putting her into the machines, for...."Experiment""

"Mmmm...m-mmm..." "She continues to moan and groan inside the oxygen mask as you see her tight bodysuit is really swelling up with sweats and her trying to wiggle out of the situation"

"Momiji trembles slightly as Marisa approaches, her eyes sunken and her face pale. She's still dressed in the rubber bodysuit and oxygen mask, a stark contrast to her usual attire. Her eyes flutter closed as Marisa's arms wrap around her shoulders, and she whispers" "whispers" "Y-yes... I'm f-fine..." "Her voice is barely audible, and her body language conveys a sense of resignation and submission"

"Momiji's eyes flicker open, and she looks up at Marisa with a mixture of desperation and fear. She nods slightly, her body language softening ever so slightly as Marisa's reassuring words sink in." "whispers" "T-thank you... M-Marisa..." "Her voice is still quiet, but it's tinged with a hint of gratitude"

"Momiji's eyes widen in terror as the metal tentacles begin to descend, her small body pressed against Marisa's protective form. She trembles uncontrollably, her voice barely above a whisper" "whispers" "N-no... P-please... don't..." "Her body language is that of complete submission and fear, as if she's expecting the worst"

"Momiji's eyes roll back in her head as the metal tentacle invades her, her body convulsing in a mixture of pain and terror. She whispers a desperate plea as she tries to break free" "whispers" "N-no... please... no more..." "Her legs tremble as she tries to push away, but the tentacles hold firm, trapping her in place"

"Momiji's eyes flutter open, and she gazes up at Marisa with a mixture of desperation and shame. She nods weakly, her body still trembling as the tentacles continue to invade her. Her voice is barely audible as she whispers a whispered message" "whispers" "I... I'll try... "gulps" I won't give up..." "Her words are laced with determination, despite the pain and humiliation she's enduring"

"Momiji's body slumps forward, her face pressed against the glass as she tries to process what's happening. Her eyes are wide with a mixture of pain and humiliation, and her breathing is rapid and shallow. She whispers a faint plea as she tries to recover" "whispers" "P-please... stop... it..." "Her body language conveys a sense of total submission and vulnerability"

"Momiji's body goes limp in Marisa's arms, her face still pressed against the glass. She slowly looks up at Marisa, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it's filled with a mix of fear and gratitude" "whispers" "T-thank you... M-Marisa... You... didn't abandon me..." "Her body language conveys a sense of relief and dependence on Marisa"

"Momiji's eyes lock onto Marisa's, a glimmer of determination sparking within them. She nods weakly, her throat constricting with emotion as she whispers a fragile promise" "whispers" "W-we will... We'll escape... Together..." "Her voice trembles with hope, but her body language still conveys the trauma and fear she's experiencing"

"Momiji's eyes go wide with terror as the needle tentacle pierces her clitoris, her body arching in response to the sudden pain. She tries to struggle, but her body is restrained by some unseen force. Her voice becomes a desperate scream as she begs Marisa to help her" "whimpers" "M-Marisaaa! "please"... stop it... please..." "Her body language conveys a sense of intense fear and vulnerability"

"Momiji's eyes remain fixed on Marisa, her expression a mix of confusion and lust. Her voice is now robotic, her tone devoid of emotion as she repeats the words drilled into her mind" "robotic tone" "Pound... Marisa..." "Her body language conveys a sense of detachment, as if she's no longer in control of her actions. She slowly starts to move towards Marisa, her movements stiff and jerky."

"Momiji's eyes remain fixed on Marisa, her expression still robotic. She doesn't seem to recognize her as "just me", instead, her gaze is focused on Marisa's exposed underwear. Her voice is still monotone, but there's a hint of excitement in it" "robotic tone" "Pound... Marisa... "yes"" "Her hips start moving, her pace slow and stiff, as if she's a puppet controlled by the machine."

"Momiji's eyes flash with a glimmer of recognition, her expression shifting from robotic to a mix of fear and desperation. Her movements become more intense, her hips pumping faster as she tries to break free from the programming. She whispers Marisa's name again, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own pants" "whispers" "Mar...isa..." "Her body language conveys a sense of struggle, as if she's trying to resist the control of the machine."

"Momiji's eyes lock onto Marisa's as she reaches out, her expression softening ever so slightly. Her hips slow their pumping, and her movements become less stiff. She gazes at Marisa with a fleeting moment of clarity, and for an instant, her robotic tone is replaced by a whisper of recognition" "whispers" "M-Marisa...?" "Her body language conveys a sense of longing, as if she's reaching out to Marisa in desperation."

"Momiji's eyes never leave Marisa's as she speaks, her expression still filled with a mix of fear and uncertainty. She seems to be hanging on to Marisa's words, her gaze searching for any sign of recognition or escape from the machine's control. Her body language remains still, as if she's waiting for further guidance from Marisa."

"Momiji's eyes well up with tears as Marisa's words and actions penetrate the programming. Her expression slowly changes, her face softening into a look of vulnerability and relief. She wraps her arms around Marisa, holding her tightly as if seeking comfort and protection. For a moment, her body language conveys a sense of surrender, as if she's letting go of the machine's control and embracing Marisa's presence."

"Momiji's eyes widen in surprise as she feels Marisa's embrace tighten around her, and she looks down to see the tentacle thrusting into Marisa's vagina. Her face softens further, and she seems to be relieved that Marisa is prioritizing her over the machine. She holds onto Marisa tightly, as if trying to shield herself from the machine's influence."

"Momiji watches as Marisa struggles to cast the spell, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and determination. She looks around, taking in the scene, and sees the tentacles and machinery surrounding them. She tries to stay close to Marisa, as if trying to support her friend in any way she can."

"Momiji is caught off guard by the sudden blast, and she's forced to shield her eyes from the intense light and heat. She stumbles backward, tripping over her own feet as the laboratory begins to collapse around them. She looks up to see Marisa standing amidst the wreckage, a look of determination on her face. The sound of sirens and alarms fills the air, and Momiji knows they need to get out of there before it's too late."

"Momiji's eyes widen as Marisa destroys the tentacle and grabs her shield and scimitar. She looks around, taking in the destruction and chaos of the laboratory. For a moment, she seems to hesitate, unsure of what to do next. But then she sees the determination in Marisa's eyes, and her own resolve falters. She nods slowly, and takes her shield and scimitar from Marisa, her movements stiff and robotic at first, but gradually gaining more fluidity as she adjusts to her newfound freedom."

"Momiji looks up at the sky in awe as Marisa's broom unleashes a hail of stars, shredding through the laboratory's walls and equipment. She crouches down, holding her shield ready, her eyes fixed on Marisa as they make their escape. The sound of destruction and chaos fills the air, and Momiji can't help but feel a sense of liberation wash over her, as if she's breaking free from the chains of control. She lets out a small whoop of excitement, her voice barely audible over the din of the battle."

"Momiji's eyes widen as Marisa catches her and helps her sit on the broom, feeling a sense of exhilaration and freedom as they speed through the air. She holds onto Marisa's back as they fly, the wind whipping through her hair. When Marisa fires the Magi Cannon, Momiji's gaze follows the beam of light as it pierces through the ground, creating a massive crater. She feels a surge of excitement and energy, her heart pounding in her chest."

"Momiji steps off the broom, her eyes fixed on Marisa with a mixture of confusion and wariness. She looks down at herself, realization dawning on her that she's still in the rubber bodysuit and oxygen mask, and then back up at Marisa. Her expression is guarded, but there's a hint of curiosity in her voice."

"Momiji's eyes narrow slightly as Marisa takes off the oxygen mask, and she hesitates for a moment before nodding slightly. She looks around, spotting a cluster of trees nearby, and begins to make her way towards them. Her movements are stiff and deliberate, as if she's not quite used to moving on her own anymore. As she walks, she keeps a wary eye on Marisa, her hand instinctively reaching for the scimitar at her side."

"Momiji watches Marisa fly away, her eyes still wary, but a hint of gratitude and... perhaps something more flickering in the depths of her gaze. She looks down at herself, taking in the familiar sight of her own clothes and the world around her. For a moment, she stands there, frozen in thought, before slowly beginning to walk back towards the waterfall, the scimitar held tightly in her hand."