Jeong So-yeon's Demise (3)
The sensation prickling her clit was utterly horrifying. Even staying perfectly still, her body shuddered uncontrollably, a chill racing up her spine...
"This might hurt a bit."
"Nooo... pleeease stooop..."
"I'm shoving it all the way to the root, so yeah, it's gonna hurt like hell. Deal with it."
Slowly... so agonizingly slowly... the needle pressed down hard on the tip of her clit.
"Grrrrrgh...!!"
The needle pierced her flesh without mercy, burrowing deeper toward the core.
"Kyaaah...!"
No less than 5cm of needle sank into her. The excruciating pain made it hard to even breathe, dragging on relentlessly.
"This is a fast-acting aphrodisiac, so the effects kick in right away."
"Gh...!"
"A perfect onahole dripping pussy juice 24 hours a day. How's that sound? Thrilled?"
She didn't want to hear it. Every time they said shit like that, it forced her to confront her new life as an onahole.
"5... 4... 3... 2..."
The researcher deliberately counted down loud enough for her to hear...
"1...!"
The moment the countdown ended, he injected a thick, concentrated dose of aphrodisiac straight into the base of her clit.
And at that instant—
"Kkiiiiiik!!"
Jeong So-yeon arched her back violently, squirting in a pathetic spray.
"Kyahaang! Aaaahhng!!"
Even after climaxing, the tremors wouldn't stop. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, overflowing with fluids. It felt like every drop of moisture in her body was draining away... Yet even in that state, her womb contracted hungrily, craving more pleasure.
"Kkiiik...! Kraaaang...!!"
Thoroughly broken, Jeong So-yeon writhed on her own, climaxing over and over. The researchers watching her burst into laughter as they prepared the next machine.
"Had your fun thrashing around? Won't be able to move anymore after this."
"Khk... Haa..."
The researcher flipped her body upside down and drew big and small circles along her spine with a black marker.
Viiiing—
"Kyaaaaah!!"
The drill bored into her spine, drilling holes and screwing in bolts. Despite the agony of bone grinding and blood spurting, Jeong So-yeon leaked pussy juice in shameful orgasms.
With her spine and neck vertebrae now fixed, Jeong So-yeon could no longer flip her body on her own. Without someone else's help, she was utterly helpless... a perfect, single onahole.
"Alright, moving on to the next procedure."
"Khrk..."
One researcher picked up a laser hair remover, clicking it on and off to build tension. It was time to remove all body hair except her head hair and eyebrows, but another grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"Why?"
"That's too easy. Let's make it hurt."
"Ah, nice idea."
The researcher grabbed a pair of tweezers. He wedged them into her thick bush, clamping a single pubic hair. He pulled slowly, savoring her reaction.
"A... aaaahk!!"
Pluck—
"Oops, slipped."
"Akkuuk!!"
The taut hair snapped back, curling wildly. The researcher clamped another strand and pulled slowly again, releasing it just before it ripped free.
"Kyahaak!!"
A stinging pain like needle pricks kept assaulting her. Jeong So-yeon bit her lip and tensed her body... but it only made her pussy throb lewdly.
"Getting off from this?"
"What a disgusting onahole."
Mocking her, the researchers each grabbed tweezers. One person couldn't pluck all that hair—it'd take forever.
"Noooo... kyahaak!!"
They clacked the tweezers playfully, yanking hairs from her body. Stinging pains flared everywhere. Jeong So-yeon stiffened her immobile form, letting out moans.
They'd never intended to pluck them all from the start. In the end, claiming time was short, they lasered off the rest, leaving her smooth.
"Khk, hnggh..."
Now raw and bald, her pale pussy looked irresistibly fuckable to anyone who saw it. Her naturally light pink slit dripped love juices at regular intervals like a broken faucet. The glistening mound drew men's eyes perfectly, but it still felt a bit plain.
"Starting tertiary processing."
"Stop, please... really, no more..."
The researcher used a metal speculum to pry her pussy open slightly. The warm, moist hole stretched strings of slick fluid.
He took an ear pick shaped like a cotton swab and slid it along her labia minora up to her clit.
"Hng..."
Stimulated in her sensitive spot, Jeong So-yeon swallowed a silent moan. She had no energy left to struggle, no limbs to do it with anyway.
The researcher circled her clit, peeling back the hood, then tugged the top to expose it fully and prevent it from retreating.
"Heek?! Kkhiiik!!"
Her clit's inner root touched the open air. It burned like sucking on a sharp mint candy, her lower body aflame.
"Grrrh...!"
Her clit twitched wildly... her tensed pussy gaping lewdly. The blurry line between pain and pleasure. Jeong So-yeon moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
"An onahole can't hide its weak spot. So it climaxes the instant it's fucked—with full clit exposure via clitoral circumcision."
"Eh? Hngk..."
Clitoral circumcision...? She'd only heard the term—what the hell did it entail?
No explanation needed. Just snip off the hood covering the clit. Simple surgery. They said it got so sensitive you couldn't wear panties or walk for a while, but that was irrelevant for an onahole like her.
"No anesthesia."
"Kk... kyahaak!!"
The researcher with medical scissors pinched the top of her labia minora with tweezers and pulled. He stretched the hood as far as possible, then snipped where it met the skin.
"Kk... hiik...!"
Not as much blood as expected. But the hypersensitive nerves made the pain far worse than elsewhere.
"Grrrh...!"
Swallowing screams as her body quivered, Jeong So-yeon endured the successful circumcision.
After disinfecting the cut, the researcher eyed the pretty new bud protruding from her mound and swallowed hard. He wanted to drag her off and use her right now... but modifications weren't done.
"Processing complete. Next: uterine remodeling."
"Eh...?"
The most sacred core of her womanhood... the untouchable heart of her femininity... was next to be grotesquely altered.
The researcher holding a tattoo gun filled with red ink pressed gently on her lower abdomen to locate her womb. Pressing firmly below her navel, he felt the round shape. Centering on it, he began inking the uterus tattoo.
Tat-tat—
"Kha... aaaahk...!"
Each stab of the needle sent unbearable agony surging through her skin.
After over an hour, satisfied with the result, he snapped photos and shoved them in her face.
"What do you think? Pretty brand for a slut like you, right?"
"Uk, hngk..."
A garish heart-shaped tattoo in red tones with cheap pink shading. As her body grew more depraved, Jeong So-yeon teared up, fully aware she was now an onahole.
"Cool, huh?"
The researcher pointed to the heart's center. A tiny square QR code sat at the tip.
Scan it with a phone, and it linked to a site titled [Jeong So-yeon's Life], chronicling her from childhood to onahole.
"Curious about an onahole's past life and how she ended up like this? Special service for the public."
A promising young woman... reduced to a limbless onahole for men's use...? That perverse thrill drew men, hence the 'Shared Property Facility Onahole Service System'.
Anyone could view her details. No human rights meant no legal issues.
"Onaholes can't get pregnant, so we usually give permanent contraceptives... but our So-yeon should meet a 'good master' and get knocked up, right? You've worked hard for it."
"Hngk..."
She wanted to deny it, but couldn't. If she'd known the Shared Property Facility was like this... she'd have settled down with her ideal man via civil service matching, raised kids happily.
"So, special custom ring for So-yeon~!"
He pulled out a tiny ring, too small even for a pinky. What made it a ring? She had no fingers anyway...
"Think of it as a wedding ring. When your perfect master shows up, it'll click open. Until then, keep it on?"
"Hk, kkhk..."
Her head spun; she couldn't process it. The researcher gripped the ring...
and without hesitation, plunged his hand into her gasping pussy.