Onahole Processing (3)
Fishing hook-shaped metal rings were attached to the severed stumps of her limbs. A thin metal choker was fitted around her neck, and a piercing ring was embedded above her navel. Various restraints were prepared to suit the tastes of the onahole's user.
"Hnggh..."
As the drug's effects began to wear off, she let out a pained groan through unfocused eyes. She wanted to run. She wanted to live. She didn't want to die like this. But no matter how desperately she wished it, she was nothing more than a helpless onahole, capable only of twitching her lips or clenching her pussy and asshole.
"Commencing tertiary processing."
The onahole fabrication was far from over. Tertiary processing varied based on the client's requests. In this woman's case, the order specified removing all body hair except for her head hair and eyebrows, and modifying her to constantly drip arousal fluid no matter the time or place.
The researcher used a laser depilator to remove every last strand of hair from the onahole. Tssst, tssst. With sparks and the faint scent of burning, her hair vanished strand by strand, leaving her pussy smooth and bare. He spread her ass cheeks wide to pluck even the finest anal hairs clean. He didn't miss the downy fuzz on her back, nape, or cheeks either. Exactly as the client demanded... all body hair except her head hair and eyebrows was meticulously removed.
Next, a researcher brought over a disposable plastic speculum and unhesitatingly pried open her hole wide.
"Aaaah..."
The pain of her unaroused hole being penetrated made her feel like her pussy was tearing apart as the speculum spread her open. Once the hole was sufficiently dilated, the researcher shone a flashlight inside to locate her cervix. He removed the needle from a syringe and thrust it deep, forcibly prying open her tightly shut cervix.
"Haaah..."
A suspicious pink drug oozed into her womb in thick globs. Her abdomen grew uncomfortable, and she grimaced with a groan. The drug's effect on her uterus was dramatic. Whether she liked it or not, even a light brush against her clit would send arousal fluid gushing out like a reflex.
"Tertiary processing complete. Commencing quaternary processing."
Quaternary processing... involved implanting the basic etiquette an onahole must observe. First came solutions for feeding and excretion. As an onahole, she could no longer eat human food or shit like one. Normally, they'd use nutrient patches for sustenance and inject semi-permanent drugs into her anus to eliminate waste entirely... but in her case, due to the client's request to preserve her humanity, no such modifications were made.
Humanity... a pitiful existence forced to live as an onahole in full possession of her senses... There were perverts who loved onaholes that thrashed and wailed ang ang with every use, so the researcher impassively moved on to the next step.
"Let's see..."
There were endless areas for modification. Extracting all her teeth to prevent bloodshed and replacing them with rubber ones, altering her uvula so she could only produce moans, severing her optic nerves to blind her... such procedures were canceled per the client's wishes. At minimum, they administered permanent contraception to ensure she could never get pregnant, no matter how much internal cum she took. For an onahole doomed to this life until death... pregnancy would interfere with her use.
"Skip this... do this... and this too..."
The researcher checked off his list one by one, swallowing a sigh of reluctance as he reported.
"...Quaternary processing complete."
"Good work."
The onahole fabrication was finally finished. The moment a woman was reborn as a single onahole. Jeong So-yeon, who had watched the entire process, trembled from head to toe, clamping her mouth shut tight. Just witnessing it made her feel like she might piss herself in dizziness.
It was terrifying. No, terrifying didn't begin to cover the overwhelming horror scrambling her mind.
"What do you think, Jeong So-yeon? Pretty impressive, right?"
"Y-Yes...?"
"Criminals who wasted their lives like trash end up contributing to society like this on their final road. Isn't it great?"
Kim Jin smirked, running his hand over the onahole's pussy as she lay there like a corpse. He rubbed the hole that dripped arousal fluid regardless of her excitement, clicking his tongue in disgust.
"Tch. Though they've become tools instead of humans... they must be happy now. They've learned their own value, haven't they? They should be grateful to us~"
Giggles echoed from the researchers here and there.
"Ah..."
Jeong So-yeon's mind half-broken, she backed away, looking around at the researchers. They were all grinning like this was the funniest thing ever. One man snapping photos for his collection, another kneading her breasts while spewing dehumanizing filth for fun, yet another slapping her onahole pussy with his palm to enjoy her reactions... They weren't human. Not even close.
"You're all demons... Urk!!"
"Whoa... you okay, Jeong So-yeon?"
"No... I hate this...!"
Cognitive dissonance hit Jeong So-yeon like a truck; she vomited and collapsed. Kneeling, retching repeatedly, she slapped away Kim Jin's outstretched hand and bolted from the processing lab.
"Oh dear... the shock must've been too much."
Kim Jin rotated his stinging wrist with a heavy sigh. He worried she might make a wrong choice in her state.
"Time to wrap up and package the onahole."
"Yeah. Send it off quick so we can start research."
Kim Jin, an outsider, left the processing lab to search for Jeong So-yeon's trail. Meanwhile, the researchers hoisted the onahole's body into a box. They filled the empty spaces with Styrofoam, wrapped it in perforated plastic to allow breathing, and it looked just like a store-bought onahole. Inside the box was a document detailing her physical specs: sensitive spots, developed areas, pussy tightness, breast size, anal condition, and more... From now on, she would truly live as an onahole, processing men's lust until the day she died...
"Hic, hnggh..."
Still without an official access card, Jeong So-yeon couldn't use the card-operated elevator and, in her fear, hid in the first room she found. Unlike the others, it resembled an office with multiple computer desks and chairs. Barely minutes passed before someone opened the door and entered. There was no place to hide from prying eyes in the heavily guarded Shared Property Facility.
"Jeong So-yeon."
Kim Jin called her name in a gentle voice and pulled up a nearby chair to sit.
"Aigoo, must've been a real shock. Come on out and sit."
"Hnggh, y-yes..."
Trembling in the corner, Jeong So-yeon dragged her shaking body over to face him. Kim Jin gripped her hands with a worried expression.
"How can you be so scared? You knew what the Shared Property Facility was when you came here."
"Hnggh, but... it's too scary. How can they do that to a person... to another human... Urk!"
Just thinking about it brought up more nausea. Calming her breathing, Jeong So-yeon clutched Kim Jin's hands tightly with a tearful face.
"Sunbae-nim... hnggh, I can't do this. I really can't."
"Haa, you can't say that to me..."
"I'm really too scared. This isn't right."
How could they be so merciless to another person...? Jeong So-yeon decided she couldn't fit in with them while sane. She wanted to run right then and there. She didn't want to stay anymore.
"Jeong So-yeon, we have a contract period. We have to honor the contract, right?"
"But... still... hnggh, I really can't..."
"Haa, no helping it then. But you'll bear any penalties yourself. Got it?"
"Y-yes, yes!"
The employment contract was over ten pages long. Penalties amounted to covering the 5,000 won access card fee from her first day... restrictions on future employment at the Shared Property Facility or related companies... and a ban on disclosing facility matters outside... Quitting now was light enough to accept and move on.
"Shall we handle resignation procedures? It was short, but nice meeting you, Jeong So-yeon."
"Yes... it was nice meeting you too, sunbae-nim..."
The Kim Jin from her childhood autobiography and the one before her now were worlds apart. She'd chased her dream of meeting her role model, motto for life... but he was a cruel demon conducting live experiments in an underground processing lab. Jeong So-yeon felt hollow about her life so far. What had all her hard work been for, just to become a Shared Property Facility researcher? Self-rationalizing it as not a bad experience... she shook the hand of her admired sunbae with a bright smile on her final way out.
"Well... see you next time."
"Pardon? See you again...?"
"Nothing. Hurry and go. Gotta return that access card."
"Yes, sunbae-nim."
Following Kim Jin to the elevator, Jeong So-yeon headed toward the main Shared Property Facility building.