Episode 17: Forced Punishment... The Worst Choices
"Well then, since we've given Livestock Number B62 a chance to excrete, please choose for yourself which 'side' you'll use. Do you understand?"
Heo Seong-ah, unable to speak, nodded vigorously in response.
"Good. You answer promptly and properly. Then, if your bladder isn't completely emptied by the time I return, I'll take it as meaning you never want to excrete again, and we'll restrict B62's excretions to once a week."
"Mmph..."
"Have a pleasant rest."
With that, the Manager finished what he had to say and left the room without a backward glance. Normally, he'd supervise her closely, but lately, the workload had been so crushing that he had no time to leisurely watch a slave's punishment.
"Huuu... uu-mmph..."
Heo Seong-ah gripped the pumps tightly in both hands, plunging into deep thought. She had to excrete anyway, so she had to press one or the other... but no matter how she thought about it, both options were the worst imaginable.
Drink filthy piss straight into her mouth? The mere thought made her gag. But shove piss up her ass? Wouldn't that turn her need to pee into a need to shit?
"Uuu..."
After agonizing, Heo Seong-ah finally pressed the pump in her left hand. She'd try drinking it once and judge from there.
Psssh─ With a hissing sound like air escaping, every pump of the handle sent a trickle of bright yellow urine creeping up the rubber tube toward her mouth.
Finally, the end of the tube met her lips, and the piss dribbled out─
"Kuh-hack! Kugh! Uuuugh!"
The taste was far more revolting than she'd imagined. She shook her head violently, retching. She couldn't stand the thick ammonia stench wafting from the disgustingly lukewarm liquid.
It might have been better if they'd shoved the massive dildo from mealtime into her mouth instead. She could've swallowed it down her throat without even tasting it.
"Uuu..."
Having lost her first choice, Heo Seong-ah pumped the one in her right hand.
Shiiik-shiiik─ Once, twice... Just before the urine reached her anus, she suddenly stopped, tears welling up.
"Hic..."
Thinking it over, injecting it into her rear hole seemed even worse. She'd had an enema before entering the facility. Recalling the agony of her belly swelling until it felt like it would burst, sweat pouring from her as she writhed—she couldn't bring herself to pump.
"Mmph..."
In the end, Heo Seong-ah returned to her first option. Though reluctant, she decided to drink the piss through her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut and worked the left pump.
"Kuh-hack! Uu-mmph! Kk! Ugh?!"
In the middle of a cough, she accidentally dropped the pump from her hand. Panicking, she tried to grab it again... but her wrists, bound tight by the restraints, only shook uselessly.
Now she truly had only one choice left.
"Huuu..."
Tears in her eyes, Heo Seong-ah finally pressed the right-hand pump. At first, she doubted if any urine was even entering—there was no sensation at all. But as the liquid volume built up inside her gut, a bloating discomfort set in, quickly escalating to a pulling abdominal pain that wasn't so bad at first.
"Uu-mmph..."
Gurgle─ A refreshing relief as her bladder emptied, followed by excruciating cramps like her lower belly was being torn apart.
Too late to turn back now. Heo Seong-ah broke out in cold sweats, tensing her abdomen and enduring.
Psssh-psssh─ She didn't stop pumping until every drop was drained from her bladder...
A long while later, the Manager returned to the room. Seeing Heo Seong-ah trembling and twitching, he smirked with amusement.
"B62, from the look of you, it seems you shoved all the piss up your ass? Good. Don't forget: excretions are twice a day. Hold out well until the next one."
The Manager peeled off the band gagging her mouth, then yanked out the plug from her anus in one swift motion.
"Aaaahk!"
Her gaping hole clenched desperately, fighting to hold back the liquid. She knew exactly what punishment awaited if she shat now—it was obvious without seeing. Gritting her teeth, she endured.
The Manager operated the terminal, releasing her restraints. Freed hands and feet finally hers, Heo Seong-ah immediately hunched over, rubbing her lower belly.
The stabbing cramps persisted... but she could bear it, hold out.
"Dinner time now, so we'll head to the cafeteria. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
"Good. Stay still and don't move. Understood?"
"Yes..."
As always, the Manager blindfolded her, blocking her sight. A mask with a sizable dildo attached was strapped over her slightly parted lips. Grasping her leash, he led the way, and Heo Seong-ah crawled on all fours toward the cafeteria.
Arriving at the facility's underground staff cafeteria, she squeezed into a narrow partition.
"Dinner position."
Heo Seong-ah knelt facing the wall, hands clasped behind her back and fixed there.
"Don't move from that position until dinner ends."
She nodded repeatedly, unable to speak.
The Manager removed her blindfold and the dildo mask. Sticky drool spilled to the floor.
"Puhah..."
Gasping for air, Heo Seong-ah stared blankly at the wall, doing deep breaths. Realizing her plight, she offered no more resistance, obediently holding her dinner pose.
Moments later, the Manager returned with the serving device.
"Hm...?"
But its shape was different from before. A transparent box held some unidentified fluid, fronted by the same grotesque silicone dildo molded after a man's cock. Only, the rubber ring on the glans was gone—no way piston-thrusting would dispense anything now.
"B62, what are you doing?"
"Manager... I don't know how to do it..."
"Haa, with that empty-headed pussy house, I understand. I'll let it slide this once, with my vast mercy."
"Thank you..."
Why was she even saying thanks? Heo Seong-ah couldn't comprehend her own words, and the pathetic reality nearly brought tears.
"I'll explain once, so watch closely. The dildos for meals vary in shape and form. Since every man's cock is different, this training method accounts for that—serving methods differ too. This one works like this..."
Gripping the dildo, the Manager stroked it here and there. Just as she wondered what he was doing, stimulating a certain spot made fluid squirt from the tip.
Its form and viscosity mimicked semen perfectly, filling Heo Seong-ah with a strange disgust.
"Got the gist? Blindly sucking cock like a basic bitch won't cut it. Stimulate it uniquely like this to please your owner."
"Yes..."
"Now that I've shown you how, finish dinner within the time limit and wait."
Heo Seong-ah reached to grip the dildo as shown, then remembered she couldn't move in dinner position. She hurriedly clasped her hands behind her back again.
So she had to lick and tease it with her tongue like fellatio. Whoever designed this training tool was diabolical.
"Hng... haa..."
Bending forward, tongue out, Heo Seong-ah lewdly licked the silicone cock. Teasing the surface lightly with the tip, it quivered—and suddenly, fluid psshht burst into her mouth.
"Huu... uu-mmph..."
A colorless, odorless, tasteless nutrient slurry. Criminals weren't allowed the joy of meals. To avoid punishment, Heo Seong-ah licked frantically, thankfully finishing within time.
"Dinner time over! Prepare to move!"
Several Managers inspected the slaves' meals, assigning penalty points.
"B60, penalty 1 point... B61, penalty 3 points..."
Muffled sobs echoed from slaves unable to respond.
Soon, it was Heo Seong-ah's turn.
"B62... Hm, you ate cleanly. Reward 1 point."
"Thank you, Manager."
Expecting penalties and gloomy, she beamed at the unexpected reward. But joy faded fast—why was she happy over this? Her face twisted again.
Inspections done, slaves—eyes and mouths resealed—were leashed back to cells. Upon arrival, the Manager at the door bellowed.
"Roll call!"
The final evening roll call to end the day's routine. Freshly arrived slaves slithered out, lining up to wait.