Becoming a Slave (2)
The raw, naked body she had never exposed to anyone in her life. Seong-ah's lewd nude form was captured by countless cameras, destined to spread across the internet in an instant. Click, click—the lenses of cameras brimming with sexual intent scanned her from head to toe.
Her overwhelmingly large breasts, defying their size with perfect firmness, boasted appetizing pink areolas and nipples. Her slender waist, sculpted by consistent exercise, looked ideal for gripping. Her pronounced hips were the perfect trigger for men's carnal desires. And at their center, her straight-shaped pussy and neat inverted-triangle pubic hair were physical hallmarks that screamed virginity at a glance. Just looking at her was enough to make men's boiling lust uncontrollable, their cocks throbbing painfully erect.
Had Heo Seong-ah received "immediate disposal" instead of "transfer to the reception center"... they all would have rushed in as one to rape her.
"Hic..." But bold as she had been to reach this point, Heo Seong-ah could no longer return to her old life.
"Ms. Heo Seong-ah has been stripped of human rights and turned into shared property. From this moment, all her personal assets are seized. This includes real estate, cash, clothing, cosmetics—down to the last sheet of tissue."
"Sob... I understand..."
"Please don't be too disheartened. After your sentence is served, all seized assets will be returned. During your term, excluding training time, you'll be paid 60 won per hour as special livestock. It's about 500 times below minimum wage, but it's for the educational purpose of teaching criminals the value of labor, so think of it positively."
"Yes..."
The pussy of Heo Seong-ah, who had preserved her virginity all her life, was worth a mere 60 won an hour.
"Hic..." Seong-ah finally burst into the tears she had held back. An inescapable livestock fate, no matter how she begged or thrashed. The nauseating realization that this was reality, not a dream. The meaningless regret that she should have accepted that man's confession back then.
...Her head spun in chaos.
"Now, we'll apply the restraints."
The manager holding her arms pulled four thin metal bracelets from his coat pocket. Attached to her wrists and ankles, they emitted an ominous hum, their blue LEDs flickering.
"This is Level 1 restraint. They're sensor-responsive electronic bracelets. If you move more than three meters from me, your designated handler, forced restraint activates."
As if to demonstrate, the manager fiddled with his remote. The bracelets vibrated, yanking her arms and legs together.
"Kyaa!"
Like magnets snapping shut, they clamped so tightly she pitched forward onto the ground. The manager immediately released the restraint with the remote.
"That was just a test. If you actually try to flee and trigger it, the restraint will be far stricter. Be careful."
"Hng... Y-yes..."
"Next is the Level 2 restraint: the escape-prevention collar."
A thin metal choker latched around her neck as she lay prone.
"If you go more than 100 meters from me, microneedles in the collar inject sedative. It has GPS, so you'll be found no matter where you run. Note that."
"Yes..."
"Finally, the brainwashing restraint."
A sharp prick behind her right ear. A tiny electronic chip embedded in her skin glowed blue.
"If the livestock harbors bad intentions, it flashes red. Then all body restraints activate at once. For you now, only Level 1—limb binding—triggers. Reference that."
"Yes..."
No longer called Heo Seong-ah. "Livestock" was her new designation.
"Restraints complete. Stand up."
The manager hooked his hands under her armpits and hauled her to her feet.
"Once at the Shared Property Facility, a physical exam determines appropriate modifications, and training is scheduled accordingly. You'll become special livestock one month after transfer."
"Yes... I understand..."
"Let's go, then."
The manager led with his paperwork; naked Seong-ah followed. Another manager stuck close behind her. Few women tried escaping at this stage, but occasionally one mustered the nerve to attack a handler and bolt. Harming a manager was a major crime, earning indefinite imprisonment regardless of severity. Plus, Level 10 restraint—beyond the usual max of 9—severing limbs and tying ropes to the stumps. In 30 years since the facility's founding, only seven women had endured it.
"Hic, ngh..."
Heo Seong-ah lucked out with Level 3, solely because she was a virgin. Without the Director's special order to preserve her virginity at all costs, the manager would have cited any excuse to apply Level 5 with dildos and vibrators. Hugging his regrets, he walked to the transport vehicle as Seong-ah's footsteps slowed behind him.
"Hic..."
Her tear-streaked face twisted in misery—this humiliation was unbearable. This was her university neighborhood, the one-room village where she lived. Not just the filming crowd, but passersby were all acquaintances. She had to walk tall, shoulders back, unable to cover her breasts or pussy, like proper livestock. Shame pierced the heavens.
"Hnggg..."
"You're walking upright now, but once officially livestock, you'll go on all fours. Internalize that you can't share the human gaze."
"Y-yes... But I..."
"What?"
Fidgeting, glancing at onlookers, she whispered.
"C-can I use the bathroom first? There's one on the first floor if we go into that commercial building..."
Bare in the crisp morning breeze—summer but still chilly—shame chilled her to the bone. Bladder screaming, she rubbed her thighs.
"No. We're too delayed—hurry."
"Ah, b-but..."
"Livestock can't use human toilets anyway."
"I really have to go...!"
"Haa... No helping it."
After crossing the crosswalk, on a busy boulevard, the manager stopped, turned, and gripped her shoulders.
"If you can't hold it, you're permitted to urinate here."
"Eh? What? But..."
"Refuse, and no bathroom until the facility. Unauthorized urination means punishment."
"Hic... Okay..."
Swallowing tears, Seong-ah squatted on the bare ground, legs slightly spread.
"What are you doing? Didn't you get mandatory education on livestock basics?"
"Yes..?"
Livestock Basics
First, a woman cannot be at a higher eye level than a man.
Second, memorize livestock postures; until trained, obey the handler's directed posture.
Third, anytime, anywhere, livestock must fully expose breasts, pussy, and armpits.
Fourth, no unnecessary accessories or makeup.
Fifth, no clothing permitted.
Textbook rules for shared and pet livestock. No excretion clause, so Seong-ah couldn't grasp his point.
"Livestock basics, third rule. Say it yourself."
"Ah... Um... Always expose breasts, p-pussy, and armpits..."
Her cheeks burned uttering the vulgar words.
"Correct. So what are you doing now?"
"Yes?"
"First offense, so forgiven this once. Watch closely and do it yourself next time."
The manager hoisted her squatting arms overhead, clasping her hands behind her head, then spread her legs wide horizontally.
"Move, and punished."
"Sob, ngh..."
On tiptoes, squatting—pussy, breasts, armpits lewdly bared. Onlookers crowded to gawk.
"Ten seconds. Too delayed—urinate and stand in ten."
"Sob..."
Her mind blanked, circuits fried. Just empty the stabbing bladder.
"Hic..."
Shhhhhaaaa—Defying shame, she pissed before the crowd. Held too long, it sprayed fiercely, splashing her legs and ass. No cleanup, no time.
"Stand now."
"Hic..."
Seong-ah trailed the manager endlessly down the street. They reached a quiet parking lot and the Shared Property Facility vehicle: a black 10-ton box truck like an armored rig. Livestock kidnappings were rampant, so its shell was bomb- and bulletproof.
"Board the vehicle."
"Yes..."
Instinctively reaching for the passenger seat, her wrist yanked back.
"What? Livestock ride in back."
"Ah, yes..? Sorry..."
No sharing human seats. Treated like cargo, carted in the dark hold to the facility. Seong-ah relaxed slightly, thinking she'd rest inside.
But...
"Eh..?"
The cargo bay yawned open... and she recoiled in horror, stumbling back.