Mealtime That Cannot Be Refused
It hurts... It's tormenting... I feel like I'm going to die...
"B62, does it hurt a lot?"
"Hng..."
"You can tell the truth. Does it hurt?"
"Yes..."
"Would you like me to stop?"
What did this question even mean? Could she really speak honestly? None of that mattered anymore. Her buttocks, bruised black and blue, hurt too much. All she wanted was for this pain to vanish as quickly as possible.
"Yees..."
Heo Seong-ah swallowed her tears and answered quietly.
Clang— The Manager tossed the baton onto the bare floor and grabbed a fistful of her sweat-matted hair.
"Aaak..!"
"B62, are you carrying on like this just from a few swats to the buttocks? What about the victims who suffered because of the crime B62 committed? They endured pain at least ten times worse than what you're feeling right now."
"I, I..."
Overcome with injustice, Heo Seong-ah nearly yelled out before clamping her mouth shut, chewing her lips as endless tears streamed down her face.
"Haa, causing this many problems from your first day of reception... You might end up with treatment beyond 'special livestock'. Do you understand?"
"Yees..?"
Back in school, she'd only learned about 'general livestock' and 'special livestock'. The notion of becoming something even beyond that terrified her; her tears stopped dead.
"Ah, come to think of it, this wasn't in mandatory education... No need to keep it secret, so I'll explain."
The Manager pulled a terminal from his inner pocket and accessed a site. It resembled a manual, densely packed with modification items and descriptions that scrolled by. Each entry had Y/N checkboxes, ending with a suspicious blank labeled [Processing Cost].
> Limb Severance: Y/N
> Drug Immersion: Y/N
> Brainwashing: Y/N
> Uterus Modification: Y/N
> ...
> [Processing Cost]: _____
He selected a few and showed them to Heo Seong-ah.
"Hic!"
Limb severance, drug immersion, brainwashing, uterus modification... Unimaginably horrific modifications, detailed with explanations and gruesome photos.
"B62, this site shows the final fate of trash at the Shared Property Facility who consistently refuse to cooperate and get demoted from livestock status. It's an excellent system for making livestock who rampage even on the brink of death physically realize their place."
For instance... To stop unruly livestock from thrashing... Amputate the limbs, rewire the brain for pleasure only... In a word, transform them into brainless onaholes that know nothing but sex. That was the 'something' beyond special livestock.
"Th-this is too much..."
"B62, what are you saying? Aren't you criminals like this the real problem? Livestock like you—dragged here for your crimes, yet still refusing to admit fault and wailing to be spared."
Furious at her attitude, the Manager grabbed a thin, whip-like cane from the wall-mounted tools. Its narrow, razor-sharp edge could draw beads of blood from tender skin with a single strike.
"B62 clearly doesn't grasp her own wrongdoing. What's the point of confession without admitting guilt?"
"That... I'm sorry..."
What more could she say in this situation? Heo Seong-ah bowed her head in gloom.
"Fine. B62, by manager authority: demerit points 20 assigned."
Demerit points: 20. She should be begging forgiveness on her knees, but unaware of what they meant, she showed no reaction.
"Demerits aside, punishment isn't over. Since it's your first day, exactly 10 strikes from now on. Understood?"
"Hic, yes, Manager..."
Ten strikes. Not the thick baton from before, but that slender switch... She could grit her teeth and endure. She'd taken swats on the buttocks with a switch during school corporal punishment, after all.
Heo Seong-ah steeled herself, convinced she could bear it despite the pain... but
"Eh..?"
The cane's tip wasn't aimed at her buttocks. It tapped the peak of her breast, adjusting position.
"Then, punishment begins."
"Ah, Manager—"
Whish, crack—
"Kyaaaaaaa!!! "
The cane's sharp edge sank deep into her soft breast. Luckily, it missed the nipple, but the agony—her first breast whipping—was incomparable to her buttocks.
"How's that, B62? Buttocks naturally toughen from sitting or exercise, dulling the pain. That's why whipping untrainable breasts is the most effective punishment. If you end up in physical therapy again, next time it'll be here."
The cane's pointed tip lightly pressed her pussy.
"Heeek!"
If her breast hurt this much... She couldn't imagine pussy strikes. Heo Seong-ah shuddered, legs trembling.
"Time's wasted, so let's finish quickly. Note: Finish meals before 3 p.m. to proceed to next training. Exceed time, more demerits."
"Hng, kng..!"
Whish, crack—
"Kyaaaaaaa!!! "
Snap—
"Kyaaaaak!!"
Crack—
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!!"
The Manager swung relentlessly, lashing her breasts. Luck kept missing nipples, hitting only areola edges—until the final tenth strike nailed the nipple dead center.
Crack—
"Hng!"
Pain too intense for screams. Heo Seong-ah gasped, eyes bulging, limbs rigid. As tension broke, she shrieked, twisting her waist.
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!!"
The restraints released; she curled on the floor, kneading her breasts to soothe the heat.
"B62, mealtime now. Prepare to move immediately."
"Hic, haa... kng..."
"Didn't hear? Want more demerits?"
"Hng..."
Trembling limbs dragged her to all fours like a dog. Blindfold over eyes, sizable dildo gagging her mouth as always. The Manager gripped the leash from her choker and walked.
"Mngph..."
Seong-ah crawled on all fours, following the taut leash. They left the punishment room for an unknown cramped space.
White walls everywhere... Eerily like an asylum. Echoing sounds told her it was some basement.
"B62, kneel, hands behind back, wait obediently."
Unable to speak, she nodded twice.
"Good. Keep showing this obedience."
Blindfold removed... Dildo pulled from mouth.
"Haa..."
Exhaling pent-up breath, she stared blankly at the white wall. Faint footsteps receded behind her.
Alone now... But Heo Seong-ah didn't turn her head or squirm. Not one bit.
"Hng..."
Even as bladder screamed, breasts throbbed... She endured fiercely, desperate to avoid another punishment.
The returning Manager smiled approvingly at her changed demeanor.
"B62, good waiting earns you merit point 1."
"Thank you, Manager..."
"Finish this meal well, get another. Chance to offset demerits—do your best."
"Yes, Manager."
The Manager affixed the [Female Livestock Feeding Device] from the cafeteria to the wall at her face height.
"Eh..?"
A transparent plastic box... With a grotesque silicone dildo molded like a real cock protruding from the front.
Expecting a dog bowl, Heo Seong-ah glanced nervously at the Manager.
"This device is designed for female feeding."
He gripped the dildo's shaft. A thin rubber ring at the glans tip; pulled to the base, liquid food flowed through a tube. Released, it retracted smoothly.
"As you see, bite the dildo, suck from tip to base for food. Special 'training' for B62 who can't suck cock properly—finish within time limit. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
Can I do it? No choice. Kneeling, hands clasped behind, she reluctantly parted lips and took the dildo in her mouth.