Side Story: The Woman Craving Depravity
In a downtown building far from the Shared Property Facility, there was a museum chronicling the long history of the female livestock slave system.
Hello! Nice to meet you all. I'm AI Robot E_12, your guide for today.
A bus carrying dozens of people pulled up to the museum entrance, where a clunky wheeled AI robot greeted them. Lee Yoo-jeong, a female college student fascinated by the Shared Property Facility, had signed up for the tour alone. She harbored impure intentions... so she couldn't bring any friends or acquaintances.
"Nothing particularly special here..."
Brushing her wind-tossed hair behind her ear, she snorted at the unremarkable exterior of the building.
Follow me, please!
Under the guidance of the AI robot and the manager, the group lined up and entered the museum. Trailing at the end, Lee Yoo-jeong grabbed a pamphlet at the entrance and scanned it.
The museum was divided into zones 1 through 14. It began with basic explanations of Childbirth Duty, the origins and purpose of the Shared Property Facility, and major and minor incidents following its establishment... After those intriguing historical tales, visitors could tour actual "Shared Property Facility slaves."
What you're seeing now are Shared Property Facility slaves.
Behind a thick, transparent acrylic panel stood a woman frozen in attention pose. At first glance, she seemed like a mannequin, but her trembling legs and tear-streaked face screamed living human.
The first slave represents a standard female livestock.
A naked woman wearing only a thin metal choker around her neck. Devoid of resistance, she was an ordinary citizen imprisoned to complete Childbirth Duty training.
The second slave represents a standard criminal livestock.
In the adjacent compartment, a woman with a choker and metal rings on her wrists and ankles. Either someone forcibly imprisoned for failing Childbirth Duty by age 30, or a petty criminal given light punishment.
The third slave represents special livestock.
Unlike standard livestock, this special livestock received different treatment... Her hands bound behind her back, she stood precariously on tiptoes, blindfolded, with a massive dildo mask gagging her mouth. Drool poured greedily as her body quivered.
There is a fourth slave, but she's too controversial for public display, so she's exhibited in a secret space. After the tour, the one visitor with the highest score on the Q&A survey will get exclusive access~!
The crowd buzzed. Half were intrigued and eager to see, the other half recoiled in disgust. Having come this far, Lee Yoo-jeong wanted a peek at the fourth slave too.
Next, an explanation of standard and special livestock living quarters.
Whirrr— The wheeled AI robot moved to the next zone. Beyond the acrylic, scaled-down models showed communal rooms for multiple standard livestock and individual cells for special livestock.
Standard livestock live communally since communication and movement are unrestricted among them. Rebellious ones get solitary confinement, of course.
Whirrr— The robot shifted to reveal the special livestock cell.
Special livestock communication is forbidden. See? They must always wear a dildo gag, so they can't speak even if they want to. Strict restrictions on movement and interaction mean solitary cells. It looks nice... but once inside, they scream and thrash, begging to be let out.
As the robot said, it looked like an ordinary room. Aside from being cramped, Lee Yoo-jeong thought a private cell beat communal living. Other visitors frowned and muttered curses, griping that criminals lived comfortably on their tax money—oblivious to the hellish torments within.
Moving on.
The AI robot skimmed surface-level info on the facility, withholding full details—to instill hope in some, despair in others.
Next, the labor zones.
Whirrr— Ignoring complaints, the emotionless robot followed its script.
Labor differs greatly between standard and special livestock. Standard livestock labor includes...
Tedious explanations backed by photos, videos, and live demonstrations by slaves. "Hah..." Far graver than imagined, the treatment of female livestock excited Lee Yoo-jeong. She had signed up dreaming of becoming one herself. After touring every zone... she craved special livestock status—stripped of humanity, treated like beasts. Just imagining it soaked her panties. How extreme was the fourth slave to spark controversy? She was dying to know.
The tour is over. Please complete and submit the surveys from the manager. Only the highest scorer gets secret space access!
The manager handed out surveys and pens. Lee Yoo-jeong wrote her name and breezed through, her deep interest making answers effortless.
"Huh...?"
She paused at the final question, then smiled and filled it out before submitting.
A perfect 100! It's Lee Yoo-jeong! Please come forward!
The crowd murmured. Bathing in their stares, she shyly stepped up.
Lee Yoo-jeong, you've won exclusive secret space access. Follow me. Everyone else, sorry, but the tour ends here... Thank you for visiting. Please exit orderly under the manager's guidance~!
Lee Yoo-jeong followed the AI robot, while the others left. "Uh...?" Glancing back, she saw the bus departing with the group. Once it vanished... she had no way home.
Welcome. Just go down these stairs.
"Ah, um, yeah... okay..."
Nodding absently at the incomprehensible robot, she clutched her anxiety and took a step down.
I can't go further. Proceed alone.
The robot's wheels prevented stairs. Glancing back occasionally, Lee Yoo-jeong descended into the dim basement. She flung open the door marked "Authorized Personnel Only" with a red warning sign.
There... limb-severed onaholes awaited their masters, on display.
"Ah... Ahh..."
This was the undisclosed fourth slave? Stunned by the unforeseen sight, her legs shook as she staggered back. "N-No way..." She'd heard rumors: conspiracy theories about where women with life sentences or death penalties ended up, urban legends of limb amputation turning them into eternal sex disposals. Realizing it was true, her lips twitched into a smirk.
Slowly. Step by step. She approached the glass wall displaying the onaholes. Pitiful forms dangling from the ceiling...
"Jeong So-yeon..."
Beneath the exhibit, details on the onahole: infiltrated the Shared Property Facility as a spy, sentenced to death, transformed. Modifications listed.
"Wow..."
No sight. No hearing. Mouth agape... No limbs to feel touch... Drooling pussy juices, craving stimulation in pathetic desperation. Uterus tattoo staining her belly, peeled clitoris, plump hairless mound... Every inch a lewd body crafted for male lust.
Gulp.
Grinning like a lovestruck fool, she pressed the button before her. A white feather emerged from the floor, teasing Jeong So-yeon's pussy once before retracting. A mere ticklish stroke...
"Kkeheheeeek!!"
Jeong So-yeon squirted in orgasm. Her torso swung like a pendulum in frenzy.
"Kkuheheee..."
Beastly, vulgar wails... Her first pleasure in nearly two weeks, trapped in the exhibit. Tongue lolling like a dog, she panted in afterglow.
Watching, Lee Yoo-jeong twisted her legs, consumed by desire to end up the same. Every woman wants male domination. To be helplessly used like that. Sunk in twisted lust, her trembling hands pulled out her phone.
Click—
She snapped photos of Jeong So-yeon without hesitation.
"Haah..."
No turning back now.
Suits rushed in, slamming the door, seizing and binding her. To the guard's demand—what did she do?—she beamed.
"I spied."
Lee Yoo-jeong was hauled to the Shared Property Facility. Becoming an onahole beside Jeong So-yeon for museum display lay in her future. She lived happily, content with her path.
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"Always turns up one."
Sipping coffee, the Shared Property Museum curator reviewed Lee Yoo-jeong's file from today's incident. The sole 100-point survey.
Q1. What labor do standard slaves perform? (1 point)
Q2. Describe special livestock living quarters. (1 point)
Q3. Briefly explain Childbirth Duty! (1 point)
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Q11. Do you want to become a female livestock slave? (10 points)
Q11-2. Even if subjected to utterly horrific treatment, reduced below human... Do you still want to become a female livestock slave? (80 points)
"Amusing one."
With a sneer, the curator finished his coffee and deleted the file.
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- Side Story End -