Special Manager Training and Mealtime
"Since the training ended earlier than scheduled and we have plenty of time before dinner, we'll proceed with Manager Special Training during the remaining time. Understood?"
"P-Pardon? Yes, Manager."
This exceptional training can only be conducted by a livestock's dedicated manager.
The theme is at the manager's discretion, and any sadistic acts are tacitly permitted as long as they do not violate the livestock's 'special conditions.'
Heo Seong-ah's special condition was: 'Maintain virginity under all circumstances, no matter what.' It was a shame he couldn't have direct intercourse, but there were plenty of other ways to serve.
"We'll begin the training now."
The manager shed his overcoat and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants. Startled by the unexpected move, Seong-ah whipped her head away, unsure where to look. For a girl with zero experience with men, it was far too intense a visual shock.
"Livestock Number B62, don't look away. Eyes front."
"Hic..."
With no right to refuse, Heo Seong-ah reluctantly shifted her gaze forward. The heavy, intimidating bulge of his manhood pressed against the center of his skin-tight spandex briefs.
"Livestock Number B62, from now on, as livestock, you must serve men. Understood?"
"Hic... Yes..."
- Become an excellent breeding livestock through training at the Shared Property Facility.
- As a versatile sex slave, accept any acts desired by men, anytime, anywhere, without refusal.
- As a breeding slave with no human rights, cultivate sincere service to fulfill Childbirth Duty.
Refusing the training now would violate all three items, earning her severe punishment. Having internalized her position through the livestock declaration, Heo Seong-ah had no choice but to obey the manager's orders.
"Then, please give service a try right away."
"Yes, Manager..."
She was livestock now. She'd learned what that meant in mandatory education. She'd even anticipated something like this might happen someday... but it had come far too soon.
The virgin Heo Seong-ah had no idea what to do, so she knelt before the manager first.
"Ahh..."
Dazed by the thick, musky male scent wafting right in her face, she hesitated before reaching out a hand.
"Ugh... Hnng..."
Pressing her palm against the bulging rod's outline through the fabric. The cock felt softer than she'd imagined beneath the briefs. It wasn't that big or thick... Easing her vague fears of a man's tool, she calmed a bit.
"Touching over the fabric is fine, but it's better to remove the briefs and grip it directly with your hand. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
Just two days ago, she'd been studying her major at university, dreaming of a bright future. Now she was trapped in this inescapable camp, not only turned into a female slave but learning how to please men. Reflecting on her wretched life, tears welled up in Heo Seong-ah's eyes.
Ignoring her, the manager glared harshly.
"What are you doing? Hurry and pull down the briefs, grab the cock, and serve. Understood?"
"Sob... Y-Yes..."
Heo Seong-ah gripped the waistband and yanked it down as ordered. In that instant, a massive pillar sprang out like a coiled spring, smacking her across the bridge of her nose.
"Eh? Hic..."
She recoiled in horror at the grotesque, dangling shaft. Uncircumcised, the foreskin shrouded it, exuding an unidentified stench that assaulted her nostrils.
"Livestock Number B62, what are you doing? Do I have to teach you every step of service?"
"N-No... I'll do it..."
Heo Seong-ah reached out with her right hand and grasped the cock. The erect shaft was so enormous it wouldn't fit fully in one hand. Each stroke up and down peeled back the skin, exposing the glans. The foul reek of piss and cum residue wrinkled her brow. The thought of this going inside her... she'd rather die.
"Varying your stimulation is better than rubbing at the same tempo."
"Yes..."
Adjusting speed and pressure, Seong-ah stroked the cock. Her clumsy, amateur motions were worse than nothing—no real pleasure, just a sickly sweetness. But her flushed cheeks, virgin shyness, and sidelong glances at the shaft were enough to arouse him.
"Livestock Number B62, you're too filthy at this. I can't take it anymore."
"Pardon?"
"Don't move."
Frustrated, the manager thrust his hips himself, using her hand to jerk off. Each rapid pump made her palm burn with heat, like it might blister. Moments later, he came, semen spurting from the urethra to splatter her forehead and cheeks as she knelt facing him.
"Urk..."
Clenching her eyes shut, Heo Seong-ah grimaced at the acrid fishy stench soaking her face. It was revolting enough already... but the manager seized her jaw and shoved the glans into her mouth. Gagging instantly, she jerked her head aside in resistance.
"Mmph...! Blech! Hnngh..."
"Livestock Number B62. What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm sorry... Hic, it's my first time... Sob..."
"Trying to play the virgin card? That was a grave crime—a mere livestock rejecting a man's body. Understood?"
"I'm sorry...! Truly sorry... Hic..."
"This is purely a mindset issue. You still lack awareness as livestock, so punishment proceeds."
The manager pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed the button. Seong-ah's eyes widened in panic as she tried to beg... but it was too late.
"KyaAAAAAHHH!!"
A fierce jolt erupted from the IC Chip in her buttocks, electricity crackling wildly. Her bladder, full of urine, convulsed, spreading excruciating pain. Curling up and collapsing forward, Heo Seong-ah thrashed for ages before clawing at her crotch, straining to yank out the urethra plug. The primal fear of her bladder bursting overrode everything.
"Livestock Number B62, you thought that little shock would dislodge the plug?"
"Kyaaaaah!"
Even after the shock ended, her lower belly quivered with aftershocks. Pain she'd never get used to.
"Now, resume training. Put the cock in your mouth and clean it immediately. Execute."
"Hic... Kkh..."
Tears streaming, Heo Seong-ah tremblingly gripped the cock and took the glans in her mouth. Freshly spent, it tasted bitterly of clinging semen.
"Good. Whenever a man uses his cock on you, always clean it with your mouth at the end. And don't forget the thanks. Understood?"
"Hic... Yes, Manager..."
"Time's up. Moving to the dining area."
Fixing his clothes neatly, the manager took her leash and led her out. Dragged along with dried cum crusting her face, she entered the Shared Property Facility's staff cafeteria.
This space was for employees. Livestock without human rights couldn't sit like people and eat.
"Livestock Number B62, crawl in quietly and wait in position. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager."
In the basement of the staff cafeteria, shoved into a crude partition, Heo Seong-ah removed her blindfold, spread her legs horizontally, and stared at the wall ahead, awaiting his return.
Sticky slurping sounds from left and right. Occasional pained female moans or sniffling sobs.
Normal livestock ate thick liquid food from dog bowls, head buried like dogs. But exceptions existed based on condition. Some chewed meals around silicone cocks as training, or had pipes jammed down their throats to deny the very concept of 'eating.'
Facing her first meal, dread overwhelmed Heo Seong-ah. She could glimpse other livestock by turning her head slightly... but lacked the courage. She just bored holes into the wall.
"Urk..."
The stabbing bladder pressure worsened into agony over time. Once aware, she couldn't hold it—her bladder contracted wildly, but no matter how she strained, the plug held.
"Ahk... Haa..."
Intense cramps hit like vicious diarrhea from a bad flu. Heo Seong-ah shivered, breaking into cold sweat.
"Hnnngh..."
Her gut wrenching, she finally hunched over in agony. Losing balance, she toppled, landing hard on her ass. She scrambled to resume position, but at the worst timing—the manager returned.