Chapter 23: Excretion Time
The pleasure that had built up inside her body, layer upon layer, didn't vanish just from a single orgasm. And most crucially... the maddening itch tormenting her remained unrelieved. Deep in her pussy, right around her womb. A spot so deep that even her fingers couldn't reach it. It itched so unbearably that she felt like she was going insane.
"Hngh... haa..."
In a desperate attempt to do something, Heo Seong-ah bent her index finger and pressed it against the entrance of her pussy. She rubbed it up and down, searching for the hole, and tried to insert it... but—
Beep—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
A sharp electric shock slammed through her entire body. Her limbs shot out straight, and she convulsed wildly. Unbeknownst to her, the Manager had been standing in front of Room B62. Since when? How long had he been watching?
"Livestock Number B62, the Manager is extremely disappointed today. After all that torture, your attitude is still so insolent..."
"I'm sorry... hngh, I'm sorry..."
"Livestock Number B62, 20 demerit points assessed. Additionally, summary punishment: 10 strikes to the ass. Understood?"
"Th-that..."
"Understood?"
"..."
"Livestock Number B62, understood?!"
"Yes..!"
Even if it was unfair, she had no choice. Swallowing her tears, Heo Seong-ah was instantly restrained—hands and feet bound, forced to brace against the wall on her knees. The Manager pulled out his telescoping baton and brought it down on her ass without mercy.
"Aaaahk!!"
Before the pain could even fade, the second strike landed.
Thwack—
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
Thud—
"Kkuuuhk!!"
"Do you think..."
Thud—
"Aaaaaak!!"
"the Manager..."
Thud—
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
"is a pushover?"
Thud—
"Ahk, haa..! I know better now, sir! Really!! I was wrong!!"
Her ass felt like it was going to burst. Heo Seong-ah rolled sideways to protect it.
"I was wrong... hngh, please..."
She groveled, apologizing until her palms felt raw.
"I was wrong. I was wrong..."
She never wanted to feel that pain again. Heo Seong-ah bowed her waist low, prostrating herself naked on the floor in the livestock apology pose. She hoped for the Manager's mercy... but it was far from enough to quell his anger.
"Livestock Number B62."
"Yes, Manager."
"Today, I cannot forgive you. Understood?"
"Pardon?"
"Insolent livestock must be broken early, or they'll cause trouble later. Understood?"
"Hngh..!"
The Manager pressed his shoe down on Heo Seong-ah's neck—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pin her in place. Then he swung the baton in his hand and struck her ass again.
Thwack—
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
Thwack, thud, thwack—
"Hik, kkuhk, kyahaaaaak!!"
Without pause, the Manager delivered all ten strikes in rapid succession. Heo Seong-ah screamed until her voice gave out. As soon as the restraints released, she clutched her ass with both hands, tears streaming down her face. The stinging pain lingered, burning fiercely for a long time.
"Livestock Number B62, wouldn't it have been better to take your punishment quickly? You resisted the Manager's discipline, so 5 more demerit points. Any objections?"
"Hngh... no..."
"Then get on your belly and prepare to move. Now."
After a brief rest... to begin the day's routine, the restrained Heo Seong-ah was led out by her assigned Manager. For training, she was taken to the general livestock facility and dragged into some room. The hard cement floor again... the acrid stench assaulting her nose made her gag.
"Spread your legs and stand. Now."
As ordered by the Manager... Heo Seong-ah's restraints released, and she spread her legs wide, standing up. With her vision blocked, her nerves were on edge, heart pounding. Training? What fresh hell awaited her today? Clutching her fear, she waited. The Manager returned with a clean glass beaker and a plastic basin.
He removed the blindfold over her eyes and pulled the dildo from her mouth. The unusually bright lights made it hard to see at first; she blinked repeatedly until she spotted the camera right in front of her. More cameras covered her rear, the floor, and ceiling corners. What kind of room was this?
Her question was answered immediately.
"Since it's your first time, I'll explain. This is the livestock toilet. From now on, all of Livestock Number B62's excretions will happen here only. Understood?"
"Yes? Yes, Manager."
"Then assume the excretion position."
Excretion position... Like a squat, ass thrust out backward, hands clasped behind the head. For anyone with weak lower body strength, it was nearly impossible to hold without collapsing. Heo Seong-ah, who never exercised, trembled like a leaf.
"Before excreting, state aloud what you're about to excrete."
"Yes..? What does that..."
"Haa, B62. Didn't you get trained on day one? Excretion is allowed twice a day, and you must declare it verbally each time. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
Heo Seong-ah lowered her ass as far as possible, holding an awkward pose like sitting on an invisible chair. Her eyes met the front camera's lens. Her strained expression as she bore down in this humiliating excretion would be captured perfectly. The floor camera close-upped her urethra and anus; the diagonal one recorded the whole scene.
Just knowing someone would see her like this flushed Heo Seong-ah's face red with shame. But it wasn't her first time... As a female livestock, she had no choice but to get used to it quickly.
"Female livestock Heo Seong-ah wants to pee... may she?"
An awkward plea. Being the first time, it passed.
"Approved. Preparing."
The Manager placed the glass beaker between her spread legs on the floor. A tiny 250ml beaker—far too small to hold the urine she'd held for half a day.
"Female livestock cannot use human toilets. Use the glass beaker for urine, plastic basin for feces. Understood?"
"Yes... Manager."
"Note that urine volume is determined by yesterday's demerits and merit points. Exceed the limit, and you drink the excess. Feces volume isn't set, as it's hard to control precisely."
"Yes..."
"For B62, yesterday's 47 demerits plus over 30 more this morning... means half the smallest beaker: 125ml urine allowed. Understood?"
"Hngh, yes, Manager..."
Unlike men, who could stop mid-stream by clenching, women with short urethras couldn't halt once it started, no matter how hard they tried. Sticking to the limit meant drinking whatever excess her demerits forced out. At least feces had no limit—a small mercy. In the past, they'd fed shit to female livestock instead of meals, but now it was obsolete; no demand, and risk of death from toxicity.
"Begin excretion. Now."
"Yes, Manager."
Excretion time was strictly limited. Two minutes after entering and prepping. She had to finish both urine and feces in that window. Legs spread in the uncomfortable pose, Heo Seong-ah strained her lower belly, but nothing came. The shame of being watched... the humiliation of cameras filming her filth... it blocked her flow.
"B62, one minute left. Force it if you must—remember, next chance is after dinner."
"Yes, Manager..!"
As he said, she had to squeeze out what she could to empty her bladder. She tensed and relaxed her belly, desperately trying—but it wasn't enough.
"Kkhuhk..."
Her lewd sphincter clenching and releasing was captured on camera. Her pussy fluttered, dripping sticky arousal instead of urine. Oblivious to her own vulgarity, she kept straining. Finally, her urethra opened, and a thin stream trickled out.
It splashed against the beaker, filling slowly. Luckily, the forced output was about 70ml.
"Urine excretion time over. Feces okay, B62?"
"F-fine..."
"Understood."
She wanted to force out a shit to clear her bowels, but rubbing her belly yielded no signal. A hard lump inside... but pressing did nothing. Likely constipation from yesterday's suppository before torture.
"Good. B62 completed excretion excellently: 0.5 merit points awarded."
"Pardon?"
"Don't want it?"
"N-no... thank you..."
Dishing out 10 or 20 demerits for flimsy reasons... then a measly 0.5 merit for praise? Heo Seong-ah thought it unjust, but...
"Thank you, Manager."
She flashed a bright smile and prostrated naked in thanks.