Mealtime You Can't Refuse (2)
The dildo was far larger than it had looked to the eye. Just fitting the glans into her mouth had been overwhelming, but to eat her meal, she had to take the entire thing—root and all—into her mouth.
Heo Seong-ah first shoved it in as far as she could swallow without gagging, managing about two-thirds of its length.
"Hoo-eup... Wup..."
The real challenge began now. The tip already pressed firmly against her uvula, threatening to induce vomit, while her tongue, stretched out to accommodate it, curled inward and blocked her airway. She gulped down saliva repeatedly, struggling to force the dildo down her throat...
"Huk... Woo-wup..."
It was utterly impossible. Enduring the agony that felt like it would tear her throat open while trying to move her neck was sheer torture.
"Woo-eok..!"
In the end, Heo Seong-ah pulled the dildo from her mouth and retched. Realizing her mistake, she glanced back at the Manager standing behind her, but he merely stood there, arms crossed, silently watching her "meal."
"Wup..."
Heo Seong-ah didn't put the dildo back in her mouth. The pain from moments ago lingered too vividly; her lips trembled as she hesitated. The searing agony of her throat tearing open... it wasn't pain any ordinary woman could endure.
Can I do this? No, I can't... It's impossible...
She turned her gaze back to the Manager. He smiled wordlessly, then glanced at the watch on his wrist. Time marched on, whether she ate or not.
If she failed to finish her meal within the "time limit," punishment awaited—just as the rules had stipulated beforehand. The Manager was simply doing his job.
"Hwik..."
Reluctantly, Seong-ah opened her mouth wide and took the dildo again. She managed halfway without issue, but terror of her throat ripping apart made her body freeze. Squeezing her eyes shut and forcing her throat open—
"Wuee-eok!!"
The tip crushed her uvula, and she vomited. With nothing in her stomach, only pale bile erupted. Her throat burned and throbbed like it might kill her, yet the Manager watched in silence.
"Hweuk..."
Realistically... was it even possible to swallow something so thick and long? Was this an impossible task meant to torment her from the start?
Either way, Seong-ah could try no more. After repeated failures, deeming it hopeless, she hung her head, face crumpling in tears. She knew what came next... The grim fate ahead brought tears welling up.
"Hoo, B62. Skipping lunch? Not hungry, I suppose?"
"Th-that's..."
"Enough. You didn't finish within the time limit, so as promised, demerits will be applied."
"Hwik..."
Demerits... Demerits... Demerits...
She had no idea what they truly meant, but an inexplicable dread and terror enveloped her, making her curl up. As she hunched over, the forgotten urethral catheter stimulated harshly, tugging at her lower belly.
No matter how desperately she needed to pee, she had to hold it. A wretched livestock life where she couldn't even speak, even if her bladder burst and killed her. Her free will stripped away, no trace of "humanity" remained.
"Hweuk..."
A single tear trickled down the bridge of her nose.
"B62, it's only your second day here, and you're already struggling this much? How will you manage?"
"S-sorry... Hwik..."
"Haa..."
Squatting down, the Manager lightly tugged her hair to force her face up to meet his. Fed up with the sly attitudes of these criminal inmates, he faltered, unsure what to say, then let out a deep sigh and stood.
"Mealtime is over. We'll proceed to the next schedule. B62 still has mandatory education left, so labor facility deployment starts tomorrow. Understood?"
"Hwik, y-yes..."
As she rubbed her lower belly, the blindfold covered her eyes again. A not-insubstantial ball gag filled her mouth. Better than the throat-probing dildo, but the massive gag strained her jaw to its limit.
"Hoo-eup..."
A thin leash connected to the choker on her neck was gripped by the Manager, leading her away. Heo Seong-ah crawled on all fours, ass swaying awkwardly, toward the education room.
After several turns, they arrived at the first-floor office space of the general livestock service facility. Inside an office resembling the Intake Management Room where she'd first arrived, Heo Seong-ah was confined.
Strapped tightly to a sturdy metal chair by wrists and ankles, she waited eternally, still blindfolded and gagged.
"Wup..."
Footsteps echoed—tap, tap—several times. Goosebumps prickled her skin as a hand clamped onto her shoulder blade.
"Hoo-eup..!"
Startled, her shoulders jerked, sending pain shooting through her lower belly as she hunched over.
"Oh dear, I startled myself... Don't be so jumpy."
A middle-aged woman's voice. She removed Heo Seong-ah's blindfold, unfastened the drool-slicked ball gag, and gently wiped her sweat-drenched face with a handkerchief.
"Haa... Haa..."
Her jaw throbbed from being pried open so long; even breathing was labored. Blinking, she scanned the room. A lone desk and chair in the spacious space... And before her sat eyes on a screen projected by a beam projector.
"Hello~?"
The woman in the white coat waved cheerily right in front of her face, beaming.
"I'm the instructor in charge of educating new intakes at the Shared Property Facility. I don't like giving livestock like you my name, so just call me Pretty Sis or whatever. Got it?"
Her jovial expression clashed with her brutal words. Realizing she was cut from the same cloth as the other managers, Heo Seong-ah nodded silently.
"Let's see... B62? Your training schedule is set for one month."
"Y-yes..? What does that..."
Reading Heo Seong-ah's file, she flipped pages with a puzzled look.
In other words, after one month of training, "ownership" of the livestock would transfer to someone else.
"B62 has no clue, right? About your situation or what's coming next."
Closing the pointless file, she stood before the screen and activated a pre-prepared PPT with a laser pointer.
"Livestock don't need to overthink. Just follow your desires, lose yourself in pleasure, and become an obedient slave for men—that's the ideal. Hehe."
She grinned, manipulating the screen.
The first slide covered the "Livestock System" Heo Seong-ah had already learned in mandatory education... Next, the purpose of livestock and their societal impact... Then basic qualities and mindset... All common knowledge, so she skimmed quickly, pausing at the crucial final slide.
"See this? It's your training regimen for the next month. Pointless, maybe, but better to know ahead. Exciting, right?"
She giggled lightly, as if it were someone else's affair.
Heo Seong-ah's eyes wavered at the screen's calendar, listing standard processes for general and special livestock.
"Hwik..."
"Shocked? Fair enough. Even the words are chilling."
Nipple modification, pussy modification, sensitivity adjustment, vaginal pressure training, technique training, bladder/bowel control... Livestock fundamentally train to become perfect breeding mares and sex slaves for men. The ultimate goal: a body fulfilling base male desires, accommodating any lust.
Thus... women who complete training can never return to their original bodies.
"Training is just training. For special livestock like B62 with a pre-assigned 'owner'... we can add or remove per their requests."
"Y-yeesss...? Ow-owner...?"
Heo Seong-ah couldn't grasp what the instructor was saying.
"Doesn't matter if you don't get it. Lucky you—no extra requests from your owner."
1. Maintain virginity at all costs.
2. Complete basic training course.
3. All other training and modifications: Owner's direct responsibility.
If there were requests, they were these self-serving ones from the owner. From the Shared Property Facility's perspective, less work—perfect.