Episode 10: Punishment
Heo Seong-ah, livestock that she was, had tried to walk upright like some impudent human.
"Kkhurk...!"
"What do you think you're doing? Didn't they teach you properly?"
"I-I'm sorry...!"
Livestock Etiquette
Livestock must always keep their gaze below a man's line of sight and default to quadrupedal movement.
Heo Seong-ah, docked points for a single mistake, had her collar yanked by the Manager as she crawled on all fours across the hard cement floor. Every time her knees and elbows slammed into the ground, her skin stung and her bones throbbed. When pain slowed her pace, the Manager ruthlessly jerked the leash to hurry her along.
"Hic... ugh..."
It hadn't even been thirty minutes since the day began, and already Heo Seong-ah wanted to die. The thought of the punishment awaiting her only made it worse.
"Livestock Number B62, entering the room. Proceed."
"Yes, esteemed Manager..."
[Punishment Room]
The room marked [Punishment Room] evoked the sterile chill of an obstetrics surgery suite. At its center loomed a humiliating birthing chair, flanked by tables laden with tools of unknown purpose. Iron rings and chains dangled from the floor here and there.
"Livestock punishments vary by the type of offense committed. Understood?"
"Yes..."
"In the case of B62, you splashed urine on a staff member during intake, pissed yourself mid-training."
"Hic..."
"And records show you couldn't hold it during transport, squatting roadside to relieve yourself."
What might be a minor embarrassment for any normal person was, to Heo Seong-ah now livestock, a crime as grave as murder.
"I won't explain the punishment in advance. Once preparations are complete, I'll tell you—now crawl to the ring in front of you."
"Yes, Manager..."
Flat on the floor, Heo Seong-ah's gaze fixed on a pair of arch-shaped iron rings embedded in the ground, one above the other. The Manager first secured her arms inside them. Her ankles needed the same, but the narrow spacing forced her to lift them to their limit before they could lock.
"Hic..."
The result: sprawled on the bare floor, limbs pinned, Heo Seong-ah's body arched upward like a cat in stretch—her lower half thrust obscenely high. The realization that her most private areas were utterly exposed hit her with searing shame.
"B62, stay still and don't move."
"Hic... I'm sorry..."
While the Manager prepared the tools, the uncomfortable position made Heo Seong-ah fidget—thighs twitching side to side, arms squirming. The unyielding rings held firm. Instead, she only succeeded in waggling her hips like some coquettish tease, a mortifying sight.
"Before we begin, one thing: the Shared Property Facility employs a real-time surveillance system, cutting-edge tech using orbital satellites... but you don't need the details. As livestock B62, know this one fact."
"What is it...?"
"Unless the IC Chip in your body is removed, every move you make is captured on camera and archived. Surely mandatory education taught you that outsiders can access the site anytime they wish?"
"Hic..."
As he'd said, back in school, unable to curb her curiosity, Heo Seong-ah had once searched the [National Shared Property Facility Portal] for [Live Livestock Feeds]. She'd clicked randomly, gasped at the raw nudity of adult women, and slammed it shut. Never dreaming she'd become the subject.
"As livestock, never forget: your punishments like this, your sleep, excretion, meals, training—everything is watched."
"Hic..."
Why bring this up now? Heo Seong-ah couldn't fathom it.
The Manager pulled out his phone, navigating to the site streaming her feed live. The lecherous camera angle laid her lewd parts bare. Her plump ass filled the screen, the slit between revealing her most intimate folds and puckered anus. Even faint air currents made it twitch; her pussy glistened, unwillingly slick. The crystal-clear resolution exposed every detail a woman yearns to hide.
Phone in gloved hand, the Manager shoved it right in Heo Seong-ah's face.
"B62, this screen is what outsiders see—your live livestock feed."
"Hic..."
She knew daily life was monitored. But this level of humiliation? Unimaginable.
"Imagine your family, friends, relatives all watching this."
"Hic..."
Deliberately invoking her loved ones to amplify the shame, forcing her to grasp her place.
"Now watch your punishment unfold and reflect."
Heo Seong-ah, eyes glued to the screen, watched the Manager's fingers spread her outer labia wide, tears welling. Restrained in this degrading pose. Staring at her own filthy parts. Overwhelming humiliation choked her.
"Hic..."
The Manager, in latex gloves, deftly fondled her slick pussy. Index and middle fingers parted the damp flesh slightly, then slipped a small plastic ring inside to hold it agape.
"Hic..."
Not inserted into her vagina—just forcing the entrance open. No pain, but her clenched slit pried wide, vivid pink innards bared, shame doubled.
Gel-smeared for safety, he gripped a thin nozzle, teasing her clit. She thought it an caress at first... until the tip pierced her urethra. A novel agony ripped a scream from her.
"Aaaahk...!"
The nozzle snaked deep into her bladder. He pumped the connected bulb. Each squeeze forced glycerin solution through.
"Kkuh... aa...!"
Cold fluid bloated her contracted bladder. Soon desperate to pee, Heo Seong-ah writhed toes curling, sweat beading, silent.
Still he pumped relentlessly.
"Aaaak...! Stop...!"
Bladder at breaking point, she begged through sobs.
"B62, what are you doing? This is punishment for your crimes. Crying over this—how will you endure the rest of training?"
"Hic..."
How grueling could livestock training be? Heo Seong-ah, untested, couldn't guess.
"B62."
"Kkuk, y-yes..."
"You've just committed a grave sin with that outburst. Which etiquette rule did you break? Answer right, and I'll waive extra punishment—this once, as part of training."
"Hic, ugh... I resisted punishment and defied the esteemed Manager... hic..."
"Correct. Promise kept—I'll overlook it with mercy this time. No second forgiveness."
"Hic..."
Conversation done, he pumped again.
"Aaaaak...!"
The bloated bladder's agony was murderous—scorching fire in her gut, like needles pricking her insides.
"Can't risk rupture—stopping here."
"Hic... kkuk..."
Heo Seong-ah, mad with need to void, barely clung to sanity. He withdrew the nozzle, slamming a hard silicone plug into her urethral opening.
"Ahk... kkuh...!"
"For pissing anywhere: endure this all day as punishment."
"Hic..."
Heo Seong-ah swallowed the humiliation, voiceless. Released, she curled fetal, clutching her twisting, throbbing belly. No matter how she strained, the plug held; focus only worsened the torment.
"Oh, and B62—less than an hour since dawn, and you've already racked up 5 demerit points. Know that?"
"Y-yes...? Demerits...?"
"Didn't they explain? Cumulative demerits determine post-training sleep punishment severity."
"No way..."
What had she done? No memory... Heo Seong-ah seethed with injustice but bowed her head, mute. She could only weep sadly, dread the coming ordeals.