Human Body Modification (2)
The Manager brought over several thick needles, far wider than any syringe. He untied Heo Seong-ah's wrists, then peeled off the latex suit covering her hands.
"Ahhh..." It was just her hands being uncovered—nothing else—and yet Heo Seong-ah shuddered violently, letting out a moan. Every time her fingers brushed against each other, waves of exquisite pleasure surged through her. Desperate to resist the unrelenting ecstasy she couldn't release, she splayed all ten fingers wide and held her hands up.
"Ahhhaaa..." It was a valiant effort, but she couldn't keep her hands raised like that forever. Even standing still, the mere whisper of air against her skin made her twitch with pleasure.
"Haaah..." The modifications hadn't even begun yet. Already, despair washed over her at what her body had become, drawing out whimpering sobs.
"Livestock Number B62, for your information, the sensations you're feeling right now are nothing. Once all the modifications are complete, you might never be able to use your hands again without special gloves."
"Uwaaah..." As if responding on cue despite not hearing him, Heo Seong-ah let out a perfectly timed moan the moment the Manager finished speaking.
"Then we'll begin the modifications. Just so you know, it's going to hurt like hell—like you'll want to die."
"..." This time, there was no response at all.
The Manager fetched a thin metal plate fitted with several rings. It was just big enough for an adult palm, leaving plenty of extra space for Heo Seong-ah, whose hands were smaller than average.
"Haaahaaa..." The moment her palm touched the cold metal, a raw, nerve-scraping pain ripped through her, forcing out a groan. It felt like biting into candy with a rotten, cavity-riddled tooth.
"Ahhhaaa...!" The Manager impassively spread her wrist and fingers wide against the plate. He slipped the rings over her fingers and tightened them, locking her hand in place so she couldn't move it on her own anymore.
"Livestock Number B62, do you happen to know this fact?"
"Ahhha..." He kept talking to her even though she couldn't hear, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. The drugs he was about to use were extremely dangerous—even contact with her own skin required strict caution.
"The palm of the hand..." As he began his calm explanation, he dropped a thick needle into a tub filled with the sloshing aphrodisiac. Plop—bubbles rose fizzing from the needle's surface, proof that the drug was seeping into its invisible microscopic pores.
"The palm has an extra layer of skin compared to other areas, making it less sensitive to sensation. That's why Black people's skin is dark everywhere except their palms, which stay pale."
The Manager lightly shook the tub to agitate the drug. The needle was single-use, so he wanted to ensure it was thoroughly saturated.
"That's why humans can move their hands by their own free will, thanks to that dullness. No one in the world grabs a hot object or gets crushed under something heavy and squirts pussy juice while cumming their brains out, right?"
The thought of it was so absurdly funny that the Manager smirked.
"Can you guess why I'm telling you this? Once this modification is done... that's the life you'll live from now on, Livestock Number B62."
Every joint on her palm, every fingertip... he'd turn her into a slut who climaxed from the slightest breeze. That was the plan—to rework those dulled nerves from here on out.
Satisfied that it was ready after shaking the tub of aphrodisiac, the Manager stopped. He used long tongs to carefully extract each needle one by one. Lined up on the shelf, there were ten in total.
He'd originally wanted to modify her soles and toes too, rendering her unable even to walk—but her future owner wanted a slave with some shred of humanity left, so excessive changes were off-limits. It was a shame he had to limit this potent aphrodisiac to just her fingers.
Click—once all the needles were out, the Manager sucked up the remaining drug with a syringe and injected it inside the latex suit she wore.
"Ughhhhaa!!" She jolted at the sudden chill of the aphrodisiac, letting out a cry. This was far more potent than before, but thanks to the sensory-blocking suit, her reaction was muted to just that.
Anticipating the moment he'd strip off the suit after everything was done... the Manager gripped one thick, aphrodisiac-soaked needle.
"Livestock Number B62, as I said earlier, this modification hurts a lot. Like, you'll really want to die."
"Huhaa..."
"If you beg me to stop right now, I will."
"..."
The Manager pressed the needle to the tip of her left pinky, sneering as he tossed out the words. It was a groundbreaking offer, but with no sound reaching her, Heo Seong-ah couldn't respond.
"Silence means consent, as they say. I'll take that as you wanting the modification yourself, so I won't stop from here on out."
He clamped her pinky tight, pried up the nail slightly to hold it steady, and jabbed the needle's tip between it and the flesh... then shoved it in without a second's hesitation.
"Huuuwaaaaaaaa!!"
As the needle plunged deep, it sounded like her nail might rip right off. Her pale quick turned raw and split open, swelling blood-red like internal bleeding.
Ignoring it all, the Manager rammed the needle under the nailbed.
"Nuuuwaaaaaaaa!!"
Thanks to repeated aphrodisiac conditioning, Heo Seong-ah's sensitivity was several times that of a normal person. The agony rivaled her pleasure in intensity. Her bound body twisted to its limits, thrashing to escape, but it was utterly futile.
"In ancient China, they had a torture where they'd shove bamboo slivers under the nails. I bet you can imagine how much that hurts, Livestock Number B62—but don't expect me to stop, so grit your teeth and bear it."
The Manager grabbed the next needle, lifted her nail, and shoved it in. Then he burst out laughing, realizing his slip-up.
"Haha! Not that you could grit your teeth even if you wanted to, with your mouth forced open. Ah well... just endure it however you can."
He stabbed the needle under each nail in turn...
"Kuuuwaaaaaaaa!!"
Heo Seong-ah's screams echoed deafeningly through the room.
"Haaaawaaa!! Huwaaah!!"
"Please hold still. The more you move, the worse it is for you— I'd hope you'd realize that."
Her secured fingers jerked up and down, making it no easy task to drive the needles home. Frowning, the Manager crushed her finger down with crushing force and hammered the needle in.
"Kuuuwaaaaaaaa!!"
The pain was, needless to say, excruciating. She knew she had to stay still, but the unbearable torment made her body rebel on its own. No matter how she flailed and bucked, the Manager silently continued his work.
"Not much left now."
"Kuhuu..."
Ten fingers, ten thick needles. Working swiftly, he pierced them all, wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked at Heo Seong-ah's face.
Her features were completely obscured by the latex mask, leaving only her ring-gagged mouth twitching vulgarly. As she moaned in the aftershocks of pain, her tongue lolled obscenely up and down.
"Good. That's a very good look, Livestock Number B62."
A rush of depraved thrill hit the Manager. He worked his mouth, gathering thick saliva, then dribbled it straight into her open mouth. He chuckled at the sight of her choking and sputtering.
"Haha!"
Whether she liked it or not, the foreign intruder filled her mouth against her will, and she swallowed it down gulp gulp. Devouring something she didn't even know was there, as if it tasted delicious—it was utterly endearing.
"It's such a shame you're livestock with an owner already. Sigh, truly a shame."
He tried to shake off the desire, but it wasn't easy. Letting out a deep sigh, he turned away—only to see Heo Seong-ah's needle-pierced hands swollen bright red. Her quicks had bloated so much it seemed her nails might pop off, but it was just a temporary side effect of the aphrodisiac. Once fully absorbed into her skin, they'd return to normal.
To methodically modify the rest of her, the Manager kept injecting more aphrodisiac inside the latex suit.
"Haaahaaa..."
As the pain in her fingers finally ebbed, Heo Seong-ah twisted her body with a moan, as if the situation had grown unbearably uncomfortable. From head to toe, everything felt wet, slimy, sticky... No one could endure that in their right mind. It must have felt like thousands of tiny slugs crawling over her skin.
"Haaahaa...!"
If there were tentacle torture in a fantasy world... they'd have nothing on Heo Seong-ah right now.