Abyss of Despair
The Manager gathered Heo Seong-ah's wrists behind her back and snapped handcuffs around them. If he left her unattended for even a moment and she gave in to her urges, rubbing her own pussy, all the conditioning so far would be for nothing.
"Livestock Number B62."
"Hng... kuh..."
"As promised, today you'll spend your 'rest time' in this state."
"Y-yes..."
Her hair was yanked back so hard it felt like it might rip out, and her heels kept trying to drop toward the floor. Any normal person would last less than ten minutes in this position, drenched in cold sweat and screaming for mercy... But recalling the previous session's torments, Heo Seong-ah thought positively that being left like this was far better.
"Good. Then I'll come back tomorrow morning... but first, I'll bring your meal."
The end-of-day routine: mealtime and excretion. She'd already soiled herself messily just moments ago, so he planned to simply fill her starving belly and leave her be.
"Kuhng..."
Heo Seong-ah wasn't hungry at all, but as livestock, she had no say. If her owner said eat, she ate; if he said starve, she starved.
The Manager returned with a plain tray in hand. It held foods of every texture: thin liquid like porridge, soft jelly, hard candy-like solids...
"Livestock Number B62, do you remember our promise from last time? If you endured the conditioning well, I'd let you have 'human food' instead of 'livestock chow'."
"Y-yesh..."
Did he say that? She couldn't quite recall, but Heo Seong-ah nodded anyway.
"This is your last meal at the Shared Property Facility, so I'll keep my word. I'll feed you myself—just open your mouth."
"Hng... y-yesh..."
Blindfolded, she had no idea what was in front of her. She worried it might be something she hated, but livestock had no choices.
"Open wide."
"Ah..."
A spoon pressed against her lips, and Heo Seong-ah slowly parted her jaws to take in the unknown hard lump.
"Mmph..."
Sugar cube? The small, rough-surfaced cube carried a faint sweetness.
"How is it? Delicious?"
"Mmmph..."
He called it human food, but the solid she was eating was a nutrient block developed by the Shared Property Facility for livestock. One piece provided a full day's calories, making it popular with many owners.
"Mmph... mmble..."
The moment she bit down absentmindedly, her hips jerked, and she spat it out.
"Kuhhuuuh..."
A stabbing toothache lanced through her brain, so intense she wanted to cry. Saliva poured from her gaping mouth.
"Haaa... aaaaah..."
The pain lingered, radiating endlessly. Still whimpering from the agony, she felt the spoon poke her lips again.
"Livestock Number B62, are you daring to spit out precious food? I'll feed you once more—chew it thoroughly this time."
"Kuhng..."
Shivering, she opened her trembling jaws and barely managed to take the lump in.
"Mmph... huuuph..."
She rolled it around with her tongue, savoring it.
"Mmph... mmmph..."
Even just licking it with her tongue—no teeth involved—sent waves of pleasure like fingering a hypersensitive clit. Her throat clenched shut; she couldn't swallow saliva properly and moaned instead. Drool leaked from between her lips, dripping down her chin.
"What are you doing? I said chew it."
"Mmmph..."
The instant she tensed her teeth to obey, an even fiercer toothache exploded, twisting her bound limbs.
"Kaaaaahhh...!"
Jaws splayed wide, she thrashed her head, screaming in pure torment.
"Kuhng... kuhngh..."
Her teeth hurt too much. The nerve-crushing pain was unbearable. Once might be a fluke... but twice?
"Kuhhuuuh...!"
The moment she realized something was wrong with her mouth, the Manager's thunderbolt words confirmed it.
"Livestock Number B62, your reaction just proved it."
"Nngh...?"
"It's stronger than I expected from the mods... but thanks to the aphrodisiac's effects, you'll never eat normal food again."
"Kuhng..."
She'd sensed it herself, but hearing it aloud hit differently. Her body was already too sensitive for daily life, and now even eating was ruined. What could be more hopeless?
"Your tooth nerves are hypersensitive now—chewing solids is impossible for life. Even soft jelly or thin porridge will stimulate them painfully."
To demonstrate, the Manager scooped up bluish jelly and fed it to her.
"Mmph... mmph..."
It hurt less than before, sure—but calling it painless would be a blatant lie. It felt like needles pricking her tooth nerves constantly, mingled with unwanted pleasure.
Finally, he spooned up warm milk porridge.
"Kuhhaaah...!"
The sudden temperature shift scorched her gums; she spat it out.
"Pft."
The Manager burst out laughing at her far worse-than-expected reaction.
"Ah, sorry. It was just too funny; I couldn't help it."
"Mmmh... hngh... haaaah..."
Humiliation clenched her lips, but the clashing of her own teeth sent jolts through her waist. Like a beast, she gaped wide and stuck out her tongue.
"Heeeh... heaaah..."
She realized keeping her tongue fully extended minimized the stimulation.
"Huuuuh..."
Was this how she'd live forever? Her future already loomed bleak; tears blurred her vision.
"Livestock Number B62, first off, I'm sorry your body ended up more broken than I planned."
His voice dripped false remorse, laced with amusement.
"From now until your sentence ends, no hot or cold foods, only runny liquids with no texture—and you'll have to keep your tongue out like a beast, drooling nonstop."
"Heeeh..."
"Every touch will trigger orgasms, peeing will shatter your mind with ecstasy, your ass will excrete transparent jelly—not shit—while lined with pleasure nubs for your owner's cock. Your real pussy squirts at random good feelings, a vulgar hole. Knead your tits, and warm, sweet milk flows from reworked ducts."
"Hngk..."
Recapping her mods, he eyed her lewdly altered body.
"And more besides... You've become an 'ultra-sensitive lewd body' you can never revert from."
"Kuhhaa..."
She faced the undeniable, wretched reality.
"Congratulations."
"Hnghk..."
The mood called for applause, but with her sobbing, even the Manager couldn't feign joy.
"Livestock Number B62, why keep crying? You should be happiest—who else gets to be this loved?"
Happy? In this? Words were cheap; it felt like pure despair.
"Haa... You're young, so you don't get it yet, but a body that wins your owner's love is true bliss."
Not at all. No matter how she thought about it... it wasn't bliss.
"Better a loved female livestock than hated and discarded, right?"
Not really. Being hated and abandoned might be better. She didn't want this unwanted "love."
"But words won't change you."
Her stubbornness proved verbal brainwashing useless. Actions taught better than words.
"You must realize it yourself. All this conditioning led here; tomorrow, your final day, you'll be reborn as a true female livestock."
"..."
She didn't want to reply. She had no strength left for empty indoctrination. Better to pretend submission now, get sold to an owner, and fake livestock life.
"Then..."
Finishing, the Manager softly stroked her cheek. The sudden touch made her hips shudder with orgasmic bliss.
"Three hours rest, then we resume conditioning."
"Y-yes...??"
Didn't he promise full rest today? And say conditioning was done?
"Why so surprised? It's 9 p.m.—three hours from now is tomorrow. I'm keeping my promise: rest for today."
"Kuhhuuuh..."
She'd known it'd end like this, furrowing her brow.
"Cherish this irreplaceable rest—relax fully."
With that, the Manager left, beaming cheerfully.