Fleeting Respite Before Rebirth
Heo Seong-ah received the comfortable rest time that the Manager had promised, just as agreed. It was three hours of freedom—perhaps the first and last she would ever know—but with her body bound in place, she couldn't relax her mind. Instead, she passed the time with wide, sleepless eyes.
"Guhk... Hngh..."
Every breath made her body twitch and shudder. It was like severe withdrawal symptoms... Even staying still, cold sweat dripped down her skin, and her lower abdomen throbbed relentlessly.
"Kkuuuh..."
Her body was fixed at a height where her toes barely touched the ground. The slightest shift in balance yanked her hair painfully. The shock to her scalp was intense enough on its own, and as time wore on, pain crept into her neck and back as well.
"Kkhaah..."
This binding method was originally used to torture prisoners, so Heo Seong-ah's reactions were a perfectly natural result. It was agonizing, torturous enough to kill—but compared to the horrific training sessions, this moment felt far better.
"Huuu... Haa..."
To avoid the strain on her body, Heo Seong-ah practiced slow, deliberate breathing. "Huu... Haa..." Inhale. Exhale. What had once been an unconscious rhythm now required her full focus to suppress the mounting pleasure.
"Huuuuh..."
Her unnecessarily voluptuous breasts jiggled with every expansion of her lungs, sending faint vibrations rippling through her. Her body trembled uncontrollably at such minor stimulation, squirting pussy juices everywhere. At this rate, she could forget running—she might never walk normally again.
"Kkuhuuuh... Uhk..."
Suddenly, a chilling wave of pleasure shot up her spine. Heo Seong-ah splayed her hands wide behind her back. The moment she relaxed even slightly, her fingers curled involuntarily, unleashing murderous ecstasy. Each finger, pricked repeatedly with thick needles, felt as hypersensitive as a clitoris.
"Hukkuhk..."
The Manager's words echoed in her mind: without the special gloves, she couldn't use her hands. She hated to admit it, but this wasn't something she could overcome with sheer willpower.
"Huaaa..."
For the full three hours, Heo Seong-ah writhed and twisted her body desperately. These were pathetic attempts to minimize stimulation, but she had no idea that her movements only made her body react even more intensely.
"Kkuhwk... Haaaang..."
Whenever a surge of pleasure crested uncontrollably, she climaxed hard, her body convulsing violently as she squirted. In this state where she craved release yet couldn't truly achieve it... Heo Seong-ah endured countless sticky, repulsive orgasms that made her wish for death.
Three hours flew by in an instant. Precisely at noon, the Manager opened the door and stood face-to-face with Heo Seong-ah. Without a word, he extended his right index finger and prodded her cute, twitching nipple.
"Kkheeeek!!"
Just that light touch sent her into convulsions, her legs quaking uncontrollably. It was clear proof that the aphrodisiac had fully permeated her body, rendering normal life impossible.
"Did you rest comfortably?"
"Kkhuuk..."
Even though he'd watched her writhing all night on video, he asked formally with a smirk.
"Livestock Number B62, congratulations. The moment you've awaited—your discharge from the Shared Property Facility—is almost here."
"Hngk..."
The time she'd thought would never come had arrived. Exactly 18 hours from now, at 6 p.m. on the final day, Heo Seong-ah would leave the facility and return to her owner's embrace.
"I have no doubt Livestock Number B62 will endure to the very end. I just hope you don't break."
"Y-Yes...?"
What kind of training was in store for the final day that he was chattering so much from the start?
The Manager's words from the night before resurfaced. Sightless and clueless about what was coming, her fear intensified.
"Then we'll move straight to the room for your final training."
With that, he bluntly severed the rope binding her hair.
"Guk!"
Heo Seong-ah collapsed limply, landing on her ass. A chill ran up her spine as she rolled onto her side.
"Kkaaaaaang!!"
The hard floor instantly assaulted her sensitive skin with unimaginable pleasure. To escape it, she flipped onto her back.
"Kkhik! Uk!"
Forgetting her hands were bound behind her, she pressed her palms to the floor, crushing her own weight against them. Her lower body flopped like a fish, squirting pussy juices pathetically as she twisted and writhed before finally stopping.
"Kkuuuh... Hngh..."
She assumed a rear-entry position: knees on the floor, upper body lowered. It was the only way to minimize skin contact with the ground and avoid stimulation.
"Livestock Number B62, are you coquettishly begging me to stuff your pussy?"
"N-No... not..."
As she responded to his humiliating words, his thick finger grazed her pussy hole once.
"Kkheeeek!!"
A simple swipe, like swiping a card, shattered her posture. She rolled side to side again, squirting wildly.
"Aaaaaang!! Aaaang!! Kkhik, uaah uuuaaaang!!"
She flailed her arms in the air, thrashing as if in agony. The Manager couldn't help but smile at the ridiculous sight.
"Pfft. Enough of that—get up. How long are you going to writhe around like a worm?"
"Kkhuuk... Hngh..."
As if she were doing this for fun? The Manager yanked her collar taut, urging her forward without sympathy.
"Kkhiuuk... Uguhk!"
Not even on her feet yet, the sudden pull choked her, nearly costing her sanity. She toppled forward, the pleasure from her skin against the floor sending her into another frenzy.
"Kkhaaaaaang..!! Aaaang..!!"
She shook her pussy up and down like a flood breaking loose, legs splayed straight—then curled up like a hibernating bear cub, trembling violently.
"Aaaaa... Aaang..!!"
After an eternity, she shook her head side to side, teeth clenched, and collapsed sideways. Her body swayed left and right following the swinging arc of her heavy breasts, lewd moans spilling out. In the end, no matter how much time passed, Heo Seong-ah showed no sign of standing.
Even crawling on all fours like an animal would have been preferable, but her debased body couldn't manage that—it just screamed and rolled across the floor.
"Haah..."
Dragging her forcibly would mean traversing the bumpy concrete corridor outside to the elevator, then to the final training room. How much excruciating stimulation would she endure? She might even go into shock. With no choice, the Manager redressed her in the Latex Suit.
"Kkhuuk... Uhk..."
Well, she'd be wearing it through the training session anyway... No big deal.
"Livestock Number B62, there will be no more consideration. Stop thrashing and follow me."
"Guk... Hngh... Y-Yes..."
The Manager tugged the collar taut and led his livestock side by side toward the training room.
They arrived at the training room. It resembled the room where she'd undergone her initial physical exam upon entering the Shared Property Facility—with one key difference: no measuring tools, no kind female doctor, just a single humiliation chair standing alone in the silent center.
Heo Seong-ah sat on the humiliation chair, her ass pressed against it, limbs bound with unyielding rubber straps.
"Uu... Hngh..."
Encased in the black Latex Suit, she furrowed her brow at the sticky sensation where her back met the chair. The backrest, which should have been cushioned, was cold metal that would chill the spine on contact—but with temperature, texture, and all stimuli blocked, she felt nothing.
"Kkuuk..."
All she could do was rack her broken brain, wondering what horrors awaited, sinking into deep despair. As always, whatever she imagined would be surpassed, and tears already blurred her vision.
"Livestock Number B62."
"Hik...!"
She jolted at the sudden voice of the Manager.
"No need to tense up like that. I won't do anything painful."
"Hnghuuk..."
"Once this final training ends, Livestock Number B62 will become a very, very honest person."
His voice brimmed with inexplicable certainty. Brainwashing? Or true torture? Either way, the terror was overwhelming enough to make her crave death.