Morning Roll Call
On the way back to the Special Livestock Service Facility for morning roll call, Heo Seong-ah crawled across the hard cement floor... laboriously climbing the stairs. Her elbows and knees were scraped raw and throbbing, but she couldn't stop.
"Wuup... uup..."
The Manager knew of her pain but pretended not to notice, urging her onward. The moment they stepped out of the annex onto the dirt path, large and small pebbles embedded between the grains of soil dug into Heo Seong-ah's elbows and knees.
"Kkeup... uup..!"
Heo Seong-ah let out a beastly roar, thick saliva dripping from the dildo mask clamped in her mouth. It hurt—too much. Pain like needles stabbing into her joints. Even as the embedded stones tore her skin and blood trickled out, the Manager yanked the leash taut, prodding her forward.
Dragged more than walking, Heo Seong-ah finally returned to the facility and entered her room. A cramped underground space of about one square meter, bare of anything... chilled with a cold, damp aura. Still, the thought of returning to her own nest brought Heo Seong-ah a sliver of relief.
"B62. Personally, I love Livestock Restraint. Do you know why?"
"Uup..."
Unable to speak, Heo Seong-ah shook her head in response.
"The Livestock Restraint position is exactly what it sounds like—a humiliating act that renders a female livestock incapable of resistance. Right now, B62, it means you can't resist whatever I do to you."
As he said... with her eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged, and limbs restrained, Heo Seong-ah could do nothing. All that was permitted were pig-like squeals... or dog-like wagging of her hips.
"The reason I love Livestock Restraint is..."
"Uup..."
The Manager pulled a telescoping baton from his pocket and extended it. Sturdier and more flexible than a standard one, it was a tool designed for slave training. Without a word, he aimed it at her lower body and swung down with full force on her sole.
Thwack—
"Kkuuuuup!!"
Bound in a position that left her soles facing upward, Heo Seong-ah took the punishment defenselessly. Her flat sole dented inward then sprang back, leaving a single red line. Just one strike... and it burned like fire had been lit under her foot. No word like "pain" could capture it. Agony beyond limits... shock surpassing that.
"Kkuuup! Uu..!"
Heo Seong-ah groaned in agony, drool spilling from her mouth.
"B62, does it hurt a lot? Soles are densely packed with nerves, they say, making them far more painful than other spots. Your reaction confirms it."
"Kkuuuup..."
The Manager lightly shook his hand... then tapped Heo Seong-ah's ass with the baton. Even this painless stimulus had her nerves on edge, unsure when it might turn to pain; her waist twitched involuntarily.
"No need to tense up like that. This isn't punishment—it's to remind livestock of their place, so no painful penalty now."
"Uup..."
The Manager pressed the baton against her ass and shook it up and down.
"In Livestock Restraint, I could strike your soles like before, or smack your ass like this. You can't resist, just scream and repent your wrongs."
She didn't need to be told... Heo Seong-ah felt it bone-deep. In this position, whatever the Manager did, she couldn't resist at all. Even if he beat her ass till it burst... all she could do was arch her back and roar like a beast.
"Kkuhuup..."
Tears streamed down as Heo Seong-ah sniffled.
Regardless, the Manager scolded her with a cold, pitiless expression.
"B62, no crying in the Shared Property Facility. Understand?"
"Hueup... heuk..."
"Think I'll let tears slide? Big mistake if so. B62, this isn't society. It's the Shared Property Facility. Got it?"
"Hueup..."
The baton in the Manager's hand prodded Heo Seong-ah's crown. Poking her head unpleasantly, he added emphasis with each word.
"Here" poke— "you are" poke— "without" poke— "female livestock." Press— "rights." Got it?
"Uup..."
Every time she heard it... it felt like she truly wasn't human anymore, tears just flowing. She tried not to cry, but what could she do when they came anyway?
Swallowing a sigh, the Manager lowered the baton and pressed it between her legs. He wedged it into the slick mound of her pussy, soaked with arousal, and rubbed up and down.
"Hueuup!"
"As I've said many times, in Livestock Restraint, you can't resist anything the Manager does. Even now, as I touch your pussy, you can only moan without resistance—this is to make you realize that. Understand?"
"Hueup... uup..!"
Heo Seong-ah writhed more fiercely than before. It looked like desperate refusal... but for her, who craved the touch, this was closer to reward than punishment. Each scrape of the baton along her slit sparked delicious pleasure. The lingering ache deep inside remained, though. No matter how much he rubbed the surface, Heo Seong-ah wasn't satisfied, just moaning. Drooling greedily, she ground her hips temptingly, but the Manager denied penetration and pulled the baton away.
"Filthy..."
The Manager scowled, swinging the arousal-coated baton in the air.
"B62, deducting 5 demerit points."
"Hueup..."
Excited by stimulation of her erogenous zones, fluids leaked... a natural bodily reaction, yet Heo Seong-ah started the morning with 5 demerit points. Unfair, she thought, but voiceless, she had no choice but to accept.
"Roll call!!"
The shout echoed from the corridor's end. The Manager released her restraints. Her eyes, soaked in tears, were bloodshot red; her jaw, clenched around the dildo, ached to close properly. Even so, Heo Seong-ah was forced to exemplify livestock behavior.
"B62, what are you doing? Didn't hear roll call?"
"S-sorry, Manager..."
"B62, come out and prepare at once."
"Yes..."
At B62's room. Heo Seong-ah stood before her space, legs spread wide horizontally, hands clasped behind her head in ready position. Perched precariously on tiptoes, pain in her knees and elbows kept crumbling her posture. Even then, the urge to touch her pussy didn't fade; the more she focused, the itch deep inside drove her mad.
"Heuk... keuk..."
So itchy. Maddeningly so. She wanted to shove fingers in and scratch. Just once... please, just touch her pussy once. The moment desire overpowered her and her hand dipped, her turn for roll call arrived.
One second later... She shivered, gulping dryly at the close call.
"B62."
"Yes..."
"Did you take yesterday's torture well?"
"Yes, Manager..."
"Good. Now you know the terror of demerits, so from today, pull yourself together."
"Yes, Manager."
With that, the Manager moved to the next slave.
That's it..? Morning roll call wasn't as scary as she'd thought. Unlike evening, no punishments... and a brief rest followed.
Back in her room, Heo Seong-ah sat with ass on the bare floor, back against the wall. She wanted to lie down even a little, but straightening her back revived sensations below, hypersensitizing her pussy further.
"Uueuk... hueu..."
A rest in name only... Waging war against the itch, Heo Seong-ah couldn't relax at all. What if she scratched till satisfied? No Manager around—no risk of getting caught sneaking a touch.
"Hueu..."
No. Endure it. She must. The Manager's eyes were everywhere. This torment was her punishment.
"Hueuuu..."
No matter how itchy her pussy... even if it drove her insane... she absolutely couldn't masturbate without permission.
Clenching her fists, Heo Seong-ah vowed again and again... but
"Haa... hueuu..."
Against her will, her hand was already touching her pussy. Her willpower had reached its limit. Sleep deprivation had wrecked her mind; she couldn't resist the primal urge for pleasure.
"Haaang..."
Rubbing her pussy lewdly, eyes glazed and slack, she stared into the distance. Like she'd done drugs... face blissful as she kept rubbing.
"Kkeu... heuk!!"
Mid-rub with her palm, climax hit unexpectedly. Her soaked pussy clenched, squeezing tight.
"Haa... haa..."
But... even after orgasm... she wasn't satisfied. The poignant sensitivity right after only made it worse, tears welling up.