Punishment Chamber: Physical Therapy
"Livestock Number B62, what are you doing right now?"
"Th-that..."
"You must answer the Manager's questions honestly."
"Hic, my-my belly hurts so much... I was holding the waiting pose..! I was, but... I fell over..."
Heo Seong-ah sat facing the Manager, gently rubbing her lower abdomen with her hand as she pleaded through tears.
"Sob, sob... I'll listen well from now on... please, just let me go to the bathroom... hic..."
It hurt so much now that she could no longer hold back her urine. If he'd just remove the urethra plug, she was ready to meekly endure any punishment.
"Livestock Number B62, what are you doing right now?"
"Y-yes..?"
"Right now, Livestock Number B62 is neither reflecting on her crimes, nor obeying the Manager, nor following orders, and is trying to evade punishment. Is that correct?"
"N-no, that's not..."
"The Manager is extremely disappointed in Livestock Number B62's attitude. Therefore, her meal will be replaced with 'special training' after her punishment. Understood?"
"Hic... I was wrong... respected Manager... Kyaaak!"
Heo Seong-ah threw herself flat on the floor in a naked dogeza, but the Manager mercilessly stomped on her hands. Using the remote, he bound her arms behind her back, blindfolded her eyes, yanked hard on her collar, and dragged her away.
The livestock slaves, who had been eating amid the clamor, glanced at Heo Seong-ah as she was hauled off. Knowing what awaited her, they shuddered and focused intently on their meals, fearing any stray sparks might fly their way.
Back at the Special Livestock Service Facility, Heo Seong-ah was taken into the physical therapy room. The Manager pulled her arms up over her head and hooked them to the ceiling hook. Operating the pulley, he hoisted her until her heels lifted off the ground, leaving her dangling in midair by her arms alone.
"Ugh... sob..."
Blindfolded and unaware of her predicament, she trembled in vague terror.
"The Manager is greatly disappointed by Livestock Number B62's unchanged attitude."
"I'm sorry..."
"As I've said many times, empty words of apology mean nothing here. Receive your punishment properly, reflect on your wrongs, and take time to truly repent. Understood?"
"Hic, y-yes..."
"Then, before the punishment begins, I'll remove the blindfold."
With the blindfold off and her eyes open, Heo Seong-ah gasped at the tools hanging on the wall. Whips, paddles, switches, canes... and various other unrecognizable implements. Every tool in the room shared one common trait: physical violence.
"Are you scared? This is the physical therapy room for those like B62 who refuse to acknowledge their crimes. It's infamous as the harshest punishment room of all."
Physical therapy. It meant exactly what it said—curing through beatings.
"There's an old saying: the only way to tame a disobedient person is with the rod. Do you know it?"
"I-I, th-that..."
The Manager continued impassively as he slipped on his leather gloves.
"Violence should never be justified. But for livestock without human rights, there's no better teaching method."
With his back turned, he scanned the corporal punishment tools, selecting the right one. Terrified, Heo Seong-ah trembled violently, twisting her waist in futile tiptoeing. If she could escape, she'd flee right now. If unbound, she'd beg in naked dogeza immediately. She hated the pain... she was so scared... please, just one act of mercy...
"This will do."
"Hic!"
From the wall rack, the Manager chose a thick baton about 30 cm long. Gripping the handle, he swung it through the air—whoosh, whoosh—the eerie sound slicing the wind like swarming bees.
"Sob, hic..."
Moving behind the quaking Heo Seong-ah, the Manager gripped the baton with both hands and swung hard.
Thwack—
"Kyaaaak!!"
The baton arced down onto her buttock. Flesh dented deep before rebounding, the struck area swelling bright red.
"Haa, h-huh, haaa... haa..."
It hurt too much. Just one blow had her mind reeling. Twisting her legs to soothe the pain, she felt the baton tap against her ass again. The Manager prodded her tender flesh here and there, as if gauging the spot.
"B62, since it's your first time, exactly ten strokes. Understood?"
"T-ten...? T-ten..."
One felt like it might kill her... Could she really endure ten?
"Not enough?"
"Nooo! No! Yes! I'll take ten!!"
No, she had to endure exactly ten no matter what.
"Good. Let's see your resolve."
Adjusting his stance like a baseball player at bat, the Manager gripped the baton with both hands.
"From now on, with every stroke, beg forgiveness for your wrongs. Fail properly, and the count increases by one each time. Understood?"
"Y-yes..!"
"Then, begin."
Whoosh—Thwack—
"Kyaaaak!! S-sorry!"
"Haa..."
Lowering the baton, the Manager sighed in disappointment. Stepping in front of her, he lifted her chin with the baton's tip, glaring fiercely.
"B62, a mere 'sorry' isn't enough. Did you not understand my words?"
"Hic... I don't really get it..."
"Haa, one more explanation. Why are you being punished, B62? Beg forgiveness by naming your wrongs one by one."
The baton's tip slid slowly from her chin downward, tracing her cleavage to pause at her most precious place between her legs.
"Hic..!"
Deliberately, the Manager jabbed the baton, pressing firmly against her pussy. The unintended pressure on the urethra plug unleashed such intense urgency that it drowned out her ass pain; she bit her lip and swallowed tears.
"For example, getting your pussy wet during punishment like this is another problem. Understood?"
"Hic..."
She wanted to deny it, but the sticky sounds of her arousal juices as the baton rubbed her pussy flushed her cheeks red.
"Now, name your crimes and beg forgiveness."
"Hic..."
"B62, do you need a more painful punishment? Is pride keeping you silent, or is your head too stupid to know what to say?"
"Th-that's..."
If anything, it was pride. She'd exchanged dirty talk during sex with lovers before, but this wasn't loving banter—this was malicious humiliation under the guise of punishment. And with every moment filmed...
What crazy woman would spout pussy, cock, sex talk while degraded like this?
"Hic..."
Just yesterday, she'd been on an elite path; Heo Seong-ah couldn't accept this now.
"B62, the Manager is truly disappointed. Jailed for your crimes, yet clinging to petty pride and refusing to become a bitch."
"I-I..."
She wanted to protest her injustice, wail in resistance. But knowing better than anyone what defiance would bring, she clamped her mouth shut.
Finally swallowing her tears, she cried out in a dying, feeble voice.
"...Sorry for being a lewd woman... sob..."
"Haa..."
She'd cast aside her pride, but it still fell short.
"B62, do you still think of yourself as a 'woman'?"
"Y-yes..?"
The baton in the Manager's hand slipped back between her legs.
"Huuuh..!"
"From the moment you arrived here, B62, you're no longer a woman. You're mere livestock, trained to please men and fulfill childbirth duty. Got it?"
"Y-yes... hic..."
"Then rephrase it properly."
Stripped of human rights, turned to livestock... used as a man's sex toy, doomed to impregnation and birth in miserable fate... her body, nothing but a pussy house for men.
"Sorry for being a lewd pussy..."
"Louder!"
"Sorry for being a lewd pussy!!"
"Good. It's clumsy, but since you've acknowledged yourself as a proper 'pussy,' we'll move on."
With a satisfied smile, the Manager circled behind her and reset his stance.
"From now on, confess each crime one by one and repent. Understood?"
"Y-yes... hic..."
Thwack—
"Aak! Sob, haa... Sorry for being a stupid pussy bitch!!"
Heo Seong-ah had long realized what the Manager wanted. Words no woman could utter... vulgar, shameful, embarrassing filth...
Thwack—
"Kyaaaak!! Hic! Haa..! Sorry for being a pervert who pisses anywhere!!"
Thwack—
"Kyaaaak!! Huhic, ahic..! Sorry for being a dumb bitch who can't suck cock properly... hic..!"
Thwack—
"Kyaaaaaak!!"
Each confession was instantly followed by the next lash. Relentless physical violence without respite. New pain overwhelmed her mind before the old wounds faded.
Finally, her body went limp, legs quivering as she craned her neck upward.
"Hic, kuh... sob..."
She had to speak. Had to apologize... She thought it dozens of times in her head, but her gaping mouth only leaked agonized sobs.