Onahole Processing (2)
The researchers bustled about, gathering the tools needed for onahole processing. Instruments so grotesquely sinister they could never pass for ordinary surgical equipment flickered into view before the woman's eyes as she lay on the bed.
"N-no... don't... don't do this..."
A sharp prick. One of the researchers jabbed a syringe into the woman's neck. A suspicious purple liquid flooded into her body at first glance.
"Ah... ugh..."
The effect was immediate. She, who had thrashed her limbs wildly in resistance, went limp and let out a ragged breath. Judging that no further restraints were needed, the researchers removed the devices binding her body.
"Ugh... haa..."
Her breathing and blinking were all she could manage. With every muscle in her body relaxed, she hadn't the strength to twitch a finger—she lay there like a corpse.
Of course, inability to move didn't mean the end of stimulation.
"Kgh... haa..."
The researchers silently sliced away her clothes with a knife and stripped her bare. Powerless to resist, she shed tears that streamed down her face, staring blankly at the ceiling in a dazed stupor.
Her naked arms were splayed horizontally. Her legs fixed slightly apart at an angle. A researcher holding a black marker checked the joints' positions and directions, then drew dotted lines marking the amputation sites.
Scritch-scratch... The chilling sensation of the marker tip. The terror that soon everything below those lines would be gone.
"Hic... haa..."
For an onahole, there was no need for movable limbs. They aimed to sever as close to the joints as possible, ripping them out entirely. The arm stumps would be just inside the armpits... the leg stumps extending inward to near the bikini line.
A woman severed like this couldn't move anything but her waist and neck. Of course... to craft the ideal onahole, the final step involved driving steel rods into the cervical and lumbar vertebrae, fixing the body utterly immobile. A process that utterly shattered her free will, reducing her to the onahole itself.
"Commencing amputation."
"Haa... nooo..."
The woman forced out the plea through labored breaths, begging them to stop. The researchers ignored her, fetching saws for cutting and gauze for staunching blood. Shelves overflowed with steel plates for the stumps and syringes of all sorts.
"Fainting before the procedure is not permitted."
"Haa... ha..."
"We expect you to endure the pain fully conscious."
Onahole processing was, after all, the 'punishment' criminals deserved. She had to feel the agony of limb severance without losing consciousness. To ensure that... powerful stimulants that strained the body and anti-shock drugs were administered continuously during the procedure. IV blood packs dangled from stands below the bed to prevent excessive bleeding.
With all preparations complete, one researcher checked her heartbeat and raised a hand—the signal to begin limb amputation.
"Starting now."
The razor-sharp saw blade touched the supine woman's thigh.
Rrrrip—
"Grraaaagh...!"
One pull of the saw... and she arched her back with a scream that nearly choked her. Fresh blood poured from where the saw bit into the thigh joint.
Now it was a race against time.
Rrrrip, rrrrip—
"Gack, kgh... grraaagh!"
The researcher sawed without hesitation. Flesh tore easily, muscles severed cleanly. Then the saw snagged on thick bone; the researcher leaned in with full body weight to cut through.
"Kgh... kgh..."
The burning pain in her leg vanished abruptly. As if to prove her body had been severed... she lost sensation in one leg.
"Hngh... gack..."
She shuddered violently, wailing soundlessly. Urine trickled from her slack urethra, but the researcher ignored it and set the saw against the opposite leg.
Shlick-shlick-shlick—
"Kreeeek...!"
The excruciating agony repeated, bad enough to crave death. The stimulants kept her from passing out. She wanted to grit her teeth, but her jaw lacked strength.
"Haaa... haaa..."
Her gaping mouth drooled sloppily as she endured the torment.
Thud—
The severed leg dropped off the bed in an instant. The other researchers hurriedly stanched the blood, affixed a steel plate, and nailed it in place.
"Hoo... this is tough work..."
Amputating human limbs was no easy task. The sweating researcher, saw dripping blood in hand, walked to a nearby shelf. He gulped ice-cold water, then returned and pressed the saw to her arm.
"Let's finish quick; this is exhausting."
"Haa... haa..."
Rrrrip—
The grotesque limb-severing resumed.
Watching the entire scene, Jeong So-yeon was speechless. Keeping her eyes open was the limit of her mental fortitude.
"Jeong So-yeon-ssi, any questions?"
At Kim Jin's question, Jeong So-yeon shook her head frantically. Opening her mouth felt like it would bring up vomit; she couldn't utter a word.
It was just... too revolting, too terrifying. She wanted to bolt from the room right then.
How could they wear such innocent smiles while amputating another person's limbs? She couldn't comprehend it, couldn't fit in with them, and above all, wanted no part of becoming like them.
This experience made Jeong So-yeon rethink the 'Shared Property Facility Processing Lab Researcher' position once more. After the tour ended, she'd talk to HR... and honestly say she couldn't do it. She'd forget everything she'd seen today... it was too much, so please cancel the contract.
Thud—
Before long, the woman's arm hit the floor with a thud. From the left arm stump, near the heart, blood gushed more profusely than elsewhere. The researchers staunched it busily, while the one with the saw impassively severed the remaining arm.
No guilt or pity showed on their faces. Just a job that had to be done... something someone had to handle... a tedious daily routine. Their lifeless expressions held no emotion.
Some among them had once shared Jeong So-yeon's sentiments, but in the end, they'd all accepted reality calmly and grown accustomed to life in the processing lab.
Thud—
"Kghraaagh...!"
Finally, the last arm fell. On the blood-soaked bed lay a meat slab weighing less than half its original mass.
"Haa... kghraa..."
Limb-less, the woman writhed in scorching agony as if her whole body burned. Even after staunching and plating the stumps... the pain from unhealed wounds lingered relentlessly.
"Grraaa... aaagh..."
Her mind frayed amid pain far beyond her limits, a total wreck.
"Primary processing complete. Commencing secondary processing."
The researchers cleaned and stored their prior tools. They boxed the severed limbs, disinfected the bloodied bed, and flipped the woman's body prone.
"Kgh..."
A woman who should have died of shock long ago endured pain worse than death, fully conscious. Shock from the amputations? Fear of what came next? She felt nothing now. Just wide eyes and ragged, bestial gasps.
"Commencing secondary processing."
The pain hadn't ended. The researcher rubbed from her nape down her ass crack, marking small circles with a black pen. Gloved hands traced her sensitive spine. Goosebumps rose; she shuddered her waist in response.
"Here. Here. And here."
Twenty-two circles in all. Identifying drill sites, the researcher gripped an ominous electric drill.
The drill tip met her spine... and without warning—
Vrrrreeee—
It bored into bare flesh.
"Grraaaagh...!"
Drilling straight through vertebrae, screwing rods into the holes for fixation. Severing unnecessary nerves, fusing joints so she could never bend her waist again.
"Kgh. Hngh, ha..."
She'd once collapsed from a burst herniated disc. That pain had seemed faint-worthy... but this was incomparably worse.
Regrettably, it wasn't over.
A black circle marked her slightly curved nape. The neck was delicate—fatal if mishandled—so the researcher worked meticulously with scalpel and fine drill.
"Secondary processing complete."
"Hngh... kgh..."
With basics done, she was no longer human. No matter how you looked... she seemed barely alive... a wretched, massive hunk of ruined meat.