Jeong So-yeon's Demise (2)
The researchers brought in tools that no one could mistake for mere surgical instruments. It wasn't just a threat when they said they would cut off her fingers.
Crack...Crack crack...Snap—
"Guhk..."
The last remaining slender pinky finger tumbled off the bed. Jeong So-yeon, her fingers severed from both hands, choked back a scream that threatened to end her as her waist jerked violently. She should have died long ago, but with stimulants, blood packs, and various machines hooked up all over her body, she was fully conscious, savoring the pinnacle of modern medicine.
She couldn't die even if she wanted to. She couldn't beg for mercy. Forced to relive her own mistakes while enduring the agony of her body being sliced away, she wondered if this was hell itself.
"Kuhk...!"
Snap—
For fun, the researchers sliced off her toes one by one. They staunched the wounds spurting blood like fountains, never pausing as they mutilated her body further.
"At this rate, she won't even be able to use her limbs."
"Who'd want to use a fucking bitch like this? I wanted to mince her up and feed her to herself, so she should be grateful we're only going this far, right?"
The researcher picked up one of her severed fingers and prodded Jeong So-yeon's unmoving cheek with it. Her eyes, bloodshot from burst vessels in her agony, trembled as she glared at him.
"Stare all you want. This is the last time those fucking eyes of yours will see anything."
Eh... What the hell does that mean?
Becoming an onahole that couldn't move was despair enough... but now they were saying she wouldn't even be able to see?
Crack—
"Kuheuk!!"
She couldn't think long. Pain alone flooded her mind.
Crack... Crack crack...Snap—
In the end, even her last toes were all severed.
"Should we cut them off now?"
"Yeah, let's do it."
The researcher grabbed Jeong So-yeon's leg tightly and bent it upward. Crack crack—
"Guk...!"
Her pubis twisted, the joint popping out. With the momentum to rip the leg clean off, he twisted it left and right before yanking hard. The bone fully separated, leaving a deep depression near her pelvis where the skin turned red.
"It's annoying when the bone gets caught during the cut. Better to pull it out first like this—makes it easy to slice, right? Not that we care if it hurts you more."
Grrrrrind—
"Kuhwaaa...!"
The researcher with the saw in hand severed Jeong So-yeon's leg. Without the bone in the way, it came off in an instant, no snags.
"Kuheuk...!"
The researchers stanched the gushing stump, rapidly amputating her limbs. Left with only her torso, Jeong So-yeon bled from her nose and foamed at the mouth from the aftershocks of unbearable pain. Yet her mind remained intact.
"Look at yourself. This is how you'll live the rest of your life."
The researchers fetched a large full-body mirror from somewhere and held it over her prone form. Staring at her pathetic, limbless torso, Jeong So-yeon plunged into profound despair.
"Heuk..."
Top student, model pupil, genius, elite... All the titles she had claimed for herself vanished. She could no longer deny that she had lost her limbs and become an onahole incapable of doing anything.
Witnessing this harsh reality, tears streamed down her face.
"Primary processing complete. Secondary processing will commence 'after the anesthesia wears off.'"
After the anesthesia wears off...? How much more pain do they plan to inflict?
The researchers left the limp Jeong So-yeon and cleaned up. Her onahole body was moved to another processing room—a chilling space reminiscent of a plastic surgery operating theater, with a single iron bed. Trapped there, she was abandoned for over three hours.
"Ah... Ahk... Kyahaha...!!"
The moment the anesthesia wore off and sensation fully returned, true hell began.
"Kuhuuuuk...!"
Jeong So-yeon twisted her waist, screaming in pure agony. Her thrashing was so violent that she nearly rolled off the bed; a researcher luckily spotted her and secured her.
He fastened her waist with a rubber belt, then slapped her cheek with his palm.
Smack—
"Kyak!"
"Stay still, you fuck. A cum dump shouldn't be thrashing around."
Hearing that Jeong So-yeon had awakened, the researchers gathered—including Kim Jin, who strolled in yawning.
"S-S-Seonbae-nim... Hup, p-please... Forgive me... Please..."
"Haa, Jeong So-yeon. Still saying that? It's too late. Your limbs are all gone... Even if I forgave you now, what could you do? You'd just live like this."
"Hup, th-that's not..."
Terror choked her words.
"You're already an onahole, Jeong So-yeon. Think you can go back to normal society like that? Get married? Better to quietly accept reality—for your own good."
"Th-that can't be..."
They had severed her limbs against her will and turned her into an onahole... What woman would smile and accept that?
Jeong So-yeon wept copiously, resisting. Kim Jin sighed deeply, shaking his head.
"Haa, commence secondary processing."
"Yes. Beginning secondary processing."
The researchers bustled about. She had no idea what they were preparing. For her terrified sake, Kim Jin explained the secondary processing.
"Secondary processing turns you into a complete onahole. Think of it as remodeling your body for happiness. Tertiary processing will erase your personality entirely, making you the onahole itself."
"Eh... Wh-what...?"
The words didn't sink in.
Researchers in latex gloves donned safety goggles and masks over their faces.
"The drugs we're using from now on are so potent we have to be careful. Even just the smell or skin contact will keep you in constant heat."
"U-using something like that on a person..."
"Jeong So-yeon. Not a 'person.' Watch your words. O. Na. Hole."
"Kuhk... Hiiik?!"
Pink, sticky gel-like liquid oozed onto the center of Jeong So-yeon's breasts. Right after pouring it, several researchers swarmed her, kneading and massaging every inch.
"Kyahahaang! Aaang! Kkak!"
The aphrodisiac's effect was tremendous. No matter how much she tried not to feel it, each touch ignited scorching pleasure; she writhed lewdly, moaning like a whore.
"Whoa, we haven't even touched below yet and she's already soaked."
"A slut like her probably didn't even need this drug."
Trading vulgar banter, the researchers brought more drugs—far more suspicious than before: a sparkling purple liquid slathered thickly on their hands before rubbing it into her pussy.
"Kuhiiiik!!"
Pleasure? No, something beyond.
"Kyaha uuuuk!!"
Her body rocketed to climax in seconds and kept going without respite. The researchers mocked her piggish squeals as they pried her pussy wide, pouring in the drug. To spread it evenly inside, they shoved fingers in and stirred wildly.
"Kkuhiiik! Keheek!!"
Jeong So-yeon thrashed madly, squirting and then pissing herself in humiliation.
"Surface is about done. Time for internal processing...?"
"Hurry up and finish so we can move to the next stage. This is such a pain."
Holding syringes of various sizes, the researchers drew up thick purple liquid. One gripped her breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger before plunging the needle deep into her breast and injecting.
"This might sting a bit."
"Kyaaaaak!!"
It wasn't a little sting. It felt like oil poured into her breasts and set ablaze—itching, stinging, burning agony. She wanted to claw at them frantically to ease it, but with her arms gone, Jeong So-yeon despaired at her helplessness, tears flowing.
As the breast pain faded, agony bloomed in her lower abdomen.
"Aaak... Kuhiiiik!!"
The syringe tip, blunted after withdrawing the needle, stabbed into her urethra. The researcher filled her bladder with drug, then jammed in a plug to prevent leakage. Into her anus went over 1L, sealed with an anal plug. Her belly swelled; she sweated coldly at the sloshing foreign sensation inside.
Her entire body burned like fire... Regrettably, the drug remodeling wasn't over.
Needles pierced her nostrils, tongue, throat, ears, ass cheeks, pussy mound, tailbone.
"Kkuhuuuk!!"
"Hold still. We're far from done."
"Kkuhiiiik!!"
The spots gripped by hand during onahole use—her waist—were pricked repeatedly. After dozens of injections, even a light brush would make her cum.
"Just this spot left."
"Kuhuk... Uhk... Nooo..."
The final needle's target: the most precious part for a woman. Her clitoris.