Labor Indoctrination: The Facade of Freedom
After completing her excretion training, Heo Seong-ah entered a new sector for full-scale manual labor. Beyond the Shared Property Facility lay the rear entrance, guarded by heavily armed sentries. Stepping through the back door revealed the Labor Indoctrination Facility, where the livestock toiled.
"Livestock Number B62, we've arrived. I'll remove your blindfold now, so stay calm."
"Mmph..."
The restraints on her limbs came off, followed by the ball gag sealing her mouth and the blindfold over her eyes. Heo Seong-ah's eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. A cool breeze swept across the vast open plain, tousling her long wavy hair. She stood there dazed for a long moment before turning her head back.
"Ah..."
Behind her loomed the imposing wall of the Shared Property Facility. No matter how many times she saw it, the towering, majestic barrier exuded an overwhelming sense of dread.
"From here on, you may walk on two legs."
"Pardon?"
"It means during labor, you act as a human, not livestock. Without a manager's control, you can wander freely, chat with other livestock, hide in a corner for a break... even run away if you want."
"Wha... what?"
She pricked up her ears, listening carefully to the manager's words. Even though she heard him clearly, she couldn't make sense of what he was saying. Wander freely? Chat here? Skive off work in secret? And... running away was okay? If those words were true, wasn't the Labor Indoctrination Facility a utopia for livestock?
"Here, you can do anything you want, Livestock Number B62. Just remember: if you're caught breaking 'livestock regulations' by a manager, you'll bear full responsibility for your actions yourself."
"Yes, Manager..."
She had finally escaped the Shared Property Facility she'd longed to leave... gained her freedom... yet instead of joy, a hollow emptiness washed over her first. Was it because she knew this freedom was an illusion?
Heo Seong-ah let out a wry chuckle, turning her gaze sideways in disbelief.
"Livestock Number B62, since it's your first day, I'll explain the labor facility. I'll say it only once, so listen carefully."
"Yes, Manager."
The manager walked alongside her. They passed countless livestock, who all averted their eyes to the ground and hunched their bodies upon meeting his gaze.
"This area you see is the Labor Indoctrination Facility. Follow along visually as I explain."
"Yes, Manager."
Crossing the broad plain, they arrived at a site with two buildings. Unlike the crude concrete interiors of the Shared Property Facility, these resembled factories with arched panel roofs. Each was marked with numbers 1 and 2, and behind them stretched expansive fields.
"Fields...?"
Actual fields, in the literal sense. Places where one tilled the soil with a hoe, planted seeds, watered them, and grew crops. In a place where such things shouldn't exist, a roughly 500-square-meter plot lay sprawled out. Cognitive dissonance hit Heo Seong-ah; she tilted her head and looked at the manager.
"This is where regular livestock perform labor. They tend the fields, grow plants, and sell them. No one's working now since it's not harvest season. In about an hour, it'll be watering time—come back and see then."
"Yes, Manager..."
After a quick scan of the fields, the manager opened the door to Factory 1. Inside the large space, livestock sat densely packed along long tables, diligently crafting something by hand. A conveyor belt hummed along the right side, overseen by a few more. It evoked images of a home workshop.
"This is the simple labor area."
"Yes..."
Signs labeled A, B, and C hung over each table section. In A, livestock folded paper; in B, they attached eyes to teddy bears; in C, they assembled ballpoint pens. It was the simplest work even a kindergartener with hands and a head could do.
Relieved it wasn't as grueling as she'd feared, Heo Seong-ah relaxed and toured the facility.
"Occasionally, external labor requests come in. Then, under a manager's lead, livestock gear up and provide support. But it happens maybe once a year, so don't expect much."
"Yes, Manager."
"Now, on to the next facility."
They left Factory 1 and entered Factory 2, dedicated to special livestock labor. Though the exterior matched Factory 1, the interior differed starkly. Walls, floors, and ceilings gleamed stark white like a psychiatric ward. Iron doors lined both sides of a long corridor, indistinguishable at a glance from the livestock training rooms. Perfect soundproofing hid whatever went on inside. LED sensors above each door glowed green if occupied, red if empty.
"This is the special livestock labor indoctrination facility. Unlike regulars, you won't have freedom during work hours."
"Yes, Manager..."
Managers in white hazmat suits, safety goggles, and respirators prowled the halls, clutching suspicious vials. What on earth did special livestock do here...?
"Curious, Livestock Number B62?"
"Yes—uh, yes?"
Caught daydreaming, Heo Seong-ah flinched, shoulders jerking.
"I understand. It'd be strange not to be. You're special livestock, not regular."
As the manager said... the place she'd work wasn't the simple assembly line she'd first seen, but this eerie building.
"I'm curious..."
"Understood. Let's find a good room to observe."
Better to know and face it than be blindsided, she thought. The manager pulled out his terminal, checked a special livestock who'd just entered, and located a room.
"Here. No restraints—you can just stand and watch quietly."
"Yes, Manager."
He swiped his personal ID, then entered the room's security code. Double security for rowdy livestock in labor facilities, though tightly bound ones couldn't escape unless a manager slipped.
"The livestock before you is performing 'onahole manufacturing' labor."
"Pardon...?"
"It's just starting—watch closely."
Heo Seong-ah glanced fearfully at the manager before reluctantly facing forward. A manager in full-body protective gear dragged in a livestock by her collar and secured her. The chair was uniquely shaped: an L-seat. Head at the bottom of the L, legs drawn together and extended upward, feet naturally pointed at the ceiling due to the seat. He grabbed her ankles, spread them slightly, and fixed them beside her head. Arms stretched down and locked; legs stretched up over her head and locked. Her back hunched painfully, joints throbbing even at rest.
"Nngh..."
The woman groaned, staring at her own exposed crotch filling her vision. If she squirted from clit torment now, it'd splash right in her face. No—better to be clit-tormented, at least...
Clank—
The manager wheeled over a cart and produced a thin cylindrical metal ring. He parted her labia with fingers, wedged the ring into her vaginal entrance, and spread it wide.
"Aahk...!"
Physical force pried her pussy open, refusing to close. The grotesque writhing of her vaginal folds with each sphincter clench was on full display. The manager mixed chemicals in a clear beaker, stirring with a rod. It smelled artificially rubbery, yet faintly sweet. The pink liquid thickened with stirring, eventually dangling like slime.
Prepared, he spread her pussy wide with latex-gloved hands. Forcing apart the clenched folds, he poured the pink slime into the depths.
"Hic... H-heek! Kkhik...!"
No pain, but the alien sensation of her most precious part filling up made her body convulse.