Chapter 4: The Female Slave Reception Center

While drowning in despair over her ruined life, Heo Seong-ah let out a shrill scream at the alien sensation burrowing into her urethra.

"Kyaaah!"

Grind— Several beads slid into her urethra, a passage she'd never permitted entry to even once. With her urethra and anus completely sealed, Heo Seong-ah clutched her lower belly and hunched over awkwardly.

"Ugh... kuhk..."

The pain felt like it was tearing her abdomen apart, scrambling her mind.

"This is as lenient as we get for special livestock."

"Huhk..."

The Manager finally gathered her arms behind her back and secured them, then bound her ankles tightly in an at-attention stance. Rolled from a squat onto her side, Heo Seong-ah fit perfectly into the box casing. Finally, an oxygen mask was strapped into her mouth and fixed in place.

"Rest easy. It might be your first and last chance. Understood?"

At the Manager's words, Heo Seong-ah nodded in place of a reply.

The lid snapped shut, plunging her into pitch blackness as her body rode the rails into the truck and locked in place.

"Huu... huu..."

The crushing pain of her breasts mashed against her knees was suffocating. Each breath wheezed out ragged and wet. She'd been told to rest, but no woman in the world could sleep peacefully ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in a situation like this.

'Mom... Dad... huhk...'

Tears streamed down her face. Thoughts of family, friends. University graduation and job hunting... marriage... All her life plans lay in shattered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ruins, leaving nothing but utter despair. She wished she could just die.

"Huhk..."

Still... just two years... If she could somehow endure two years... She tried to steel herself with grim resolve, but could she really last? If she'd actually committed a crime, she might have atoned through punishment. But sorting her emotions in this unjust nightmare was impossible.

"Huuk... huup..."

Mid-sob, nose running, the truck slammed on the brakes and halted. Blind in the dark, she pieced together the situation from the shift in gravity and faint sounds.

Screech—

The truck doors flew open, the Manager's voice booming in. Thudding, thrashing chaos mixed with a woman's agonized screams.

"Huu... huu..."

That woman's in the same hell.

Focusing her only intact sense—her ears—Heo Seong-ah felt a strange kinship with the nameless sufferer.

"Fuck... rampaging out of nowhere like a bitch in heat..."

Kim Tae-jin sat in the passenger seat, pressing an ice pack to his flushed cheek. First time he'd been attacked since starting at the Shared Property Facility.

"Haha, still got women who thrash around these days, clueless as hell."

The Senior Manager at the wheel chuckled heartily, as if it were all a joke. To a veteran like him, who'd seen it all, this was nothing.

"Ow... goddamn, it hurts like a motherfucker..."

They said desperation multiplied a woman's strength tenfold. The punch had been impossibly powerful for "female strength," swelling his face so badly he could barely open his eyes, irritation boiling over.

"Don't get pissed. Thanks to her, you get a rare look at the Level 10 livestock restraint—one of the few at the facility."

"That's cool. Only seen samples... dying to see that bitch's face when it happens."

Tae-jin glared at the paperwork file, the attacker's face burned into his memory. He pulled out a pen and scrawled by hand:

"Anyway, end of the year and we've got a decent haul."

"Decent? Tae-jin, you've only been manager a month, so you wouldn't know, but this is average."

"Really?"

Tae-jin handled Zone 4; he'd nabbed 12 livestock over the last two days. They'd claimed over 200 a day at last year's peak, but he wasn't buying it.

"Mostly 20-something chicks... Huh? This one's..."

"What? You know her?"

"Nah, just weird."

The file he was eyeing: Heo Seong-ah. 20 years old, same as him. Crime: insolence crime. Special Director's order: maintain virginity. It stuck in his craw like a thorn.

"Ah~ Heard she rejected the Director's son's confession and got nabbed... Gonna get fully modded out, then become his personal sex slave."

"Eh... isn't that abuse of power?"

"Hey! Don't spout that shit. Just play dumb at the facility."

"Hm, got it."

Two years as special livestock for that? He felt a twinge of pity, but there was no helping her. Hell, in this fucked-up world, just being born a woman was a crime in itself.

"Huu..."

He closed the file, rubbed his throbbing cheek, and stared out the window. Leaving the city behind, the truck wound into deep mountain roads, the Shared Property Facility looming ahead.

"Almost there. Get ready."

"Yes, Senior."

The vehicle halted before towering walls like a prison. A rifle-toting guard approached and rapped on the passenger window. Tae-jin handed over his ID on autopilot. The guard scanned it against the terminal, then verified with iris recognition.

"Good work. Vehicle cleared for entry."

"Thanks, you too."

Tedious bullshit every time, but with past assault precedents, no room for complaints. Tae-jin keyed the truck's radio.

The Shared Property Facility squatted in a remote valley. A colossal sprawl exceeding 50,000 pyeong, ringed by 3-meter stone walls. Electrified barbed wire crowned the top, artificial cliffs everywhere but the gate. No inmate had ever escaped. The public called it an impregnable fortress, under ironclad guard day and night.

"Good work, Tae-jin."

"You too, Senior. Hey, drinks after shift? Wanna hear the rest of that story you bailed on."

"Story? Which one?"

"Y'know, the one where some livestock bit and tore a guy's dick. You passed out mid-tale. Super curious."

"Oh, that. Haha! Yeah, after work."

"Yes, Senior."

Tae-jin and the Senior parted laughing, heading to their posts. They glanced at the naked women bound and enduring brutal torment. Guilt? A faint echo from long-forgotten days. Now, he just pondered what snacks to pair with drinks and Senior later.

Clank— grind—

After a grueling seven-hour ride, they arrived at the Shared Property Facility. Heo Seong-ah had endured eternity, slick with cold sweat, her guts twisted in unrelenting agony—no rest possible.

The cargo bay yawned open. Hazmat-clad workers unloaded the livestock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crates, slapping on labels.

Graded and labeled, the crates were wheeled on gurneys to assigned rooms.

Seven single-story buildings dotted the facility, save one 10-story structure doubling as a watchtower. Each served distinct purposes.

Heo Seong-ah's went to the Special Livestock Service Facility, where unlike general livestock, she'd undergo solitary training. Post-training, she'd enter society as female livestock—but as an exception, the Shared Property Facility Director would handle her "processing."

Grind—

Her crate rolled into the Special Livestock Service Facility. Amid endless corridor cells, hers entered the [Intake Management Room].

The lid pried open. Heo Seong-ah was yanked out by force.

"Ugh..."

Men's hands clamped her shoulders, hauling her upright. Her dark-accustomed eyes squinted, brow furrowed.

Vision clearing, the room hit her first: like an ordinary exam room. Medical books crammed the wall shelves; a white-coated female doctor sat at a desk, tapping the computer.

"Um... is, is this a hospital...?"

"Hospital? Hehe, this is the Shared Property Facility. Let me check... Heo Seong-ah-ssi?"

"Yes..."

Scanning the livestock chart, the female doctor rose and faced her. Hands jammed deep in gown pockets, she eyed the livestock with haughty poise.

"Release the restraints."

At the command, the vise-like bonds on her limbs slackened.

The two hazmat Managers didn't budge, flanking her in case of bloodshed.

"Heo Seong-ah-ssi, this is the last time livestock meets human eyes at the same level. You know that, right?"

"Yes..?"

She intellectually grasped it but couldn't swallow the reality.

"Haven't grasped your place yet? Well, I'm not that harsh—don't be scared~?"

"Yes... sorry..."

"Then~ Before your livestock service begins, we'll conduct a physical exam."

"Physical... ugh, exam..?"

Exam or not... Heo Seong-ah just wanted the gut-wrenching pain—like her belly might split open—relieved right now.