Onahole Manufacturing
The sensation of liquid sloshing inside her pussy... it must be some bizarre feeling that an ordinary woman could never experience until the day she dies.
"Hah... hngh..!"
The woman let out a moan, trying to clench her pussy, but the iron ring holding her entrance wide open made her inner folds writhe grotesquely instead. Kuruk— Air bubbles deep inside the hole bubbled up, making the liquid churn like boiling water. Once the manager had poured in all the liquid from the beaker, he pressed his palm firmly against her lower abdomen and squeezed hard.
"Kyaaaaah!!"
As he crushed down with enough force to wring her womb, the bubbling air bubbles suddenly stopped. Air had to be expelled before the liquid hardened, or it wouldn't make for a quality product.
"Eugh... ha-eugh..."
He left her like that for about ten minutes. Over time, the fluid liquid turned into a soft, jiggly gel, then finally into hard silicone. The manager pinched the protruding silicone at her pussy entrance with his fingers to test its firmness, waiting another five minutes before beginning the next step.
"Kkhik?!"
He shoved his fingers into her pussy and gripped the silicone, then yanked it out with brute force.
"Kyahaah!!"
Drk, drk— The hardened silicone clung to every single fold of her vagina, causing excruciating pain on the way out—unlike when it had been inserted.
"Kkuuugh..!!"
At first, it felt like her pussy was being torn apart... but then...
"Hng, haa... kkha..."
Once her love juices started flowing, the sensation of the silicone sliding slickly over her folds, catching on them, turned the agony into pleasure. The manager pulled leisurely, adjusting his pace. Every time her folds flipped inside out, the woman moaned like she was losing her mind.
"Ahng-ahng..!"
Shwaaa— When half the silicone had been pulled out, she hit a massive orgasm, squirting urine pathetically as her head snapped back. The urine arced in a parabola and splattered onto her face as she lay there. With no way to dodge, she squeezed her eyes shut as her own piss bukkaked her. Peeking through slitted eyes, she stared in deep despair at the silicone still pouring out of her pussy.
"Haht, ha-eung... haang..!"
The silicone pillar emerging from her pussy was very thin, with branches of varying shapes sprouting from both sides—like aluminum poured into an ant hill.
"Kkuhiiik!!"
Pop— Finally, all the silicone inside her hole came out. Judging by the small protrusion at the end, it had reached all the way into her cervix.
"Ah... haah..."
Overwhelmed by the intense shock and pleasure, the woman passed out, gasping moans that sounded like her last breaths. Her pussy, held wide open by the ring, still twitched as if craving more stimulation. The manager placed the slime-covered silicone mass on a shelf, then mixed new chemicals to create a fresh liquid—just like before. This one was different from the soft silicone: it hardened into something rigid and strong.
"Kkhiiiik!!"
Once again, he poured it into her gaping pussy hole. She jolted her shoulders and thrashed wildly, her sanity shattered, but there was no escaping the bizarre sensation filling her guts.
"Kyaaaak! Kyahaak!!"
Even as she screamed in pure agony, the manager silently continued his work. Fill with liquid, crush the lower abdomen to expel air, wait for it to harden, yank it out. Once the process was complete, inject a new chemical and repeat to craft the 'silicone molds' for onahole production. Each liquid had unique properties, capturing the pussy's tightness and shape in different ways. The manager fondled the silicone lumps of various sizes and depths, selecting the promising ones. He picked two with commercial value and boxed them up—one labeled 'soft', the other 'hard'.
Packaging for future onaholes would include documents detailing the livestock's info. Who'd use an onahole molded from some livestock's pussy? But surprisingly, there was demand, making it a tidy profit for the Shared Property Facility.
"Kkha... eugh..."
With onahole production finished, the woman's pussy was completely everted, its grotesque inner flesh writhing. It would eventually return to normal, but as special livestock, she couldn't rest until her wounds healed. Once labor hours ended, training began immediately... She might live the rest of her life with her pussy turned inside out.
"B62, what do you think? What you've just seen is the onahole manufacturing process for special livestock."
"Yes, Manager."
"What were you thinking while watching?"
"I-It's... scary..."
Scary... terrifying... That was all she could say. No other emotions registered.
"Don't worry, B62. Onahole manufacturing is labor reserved for special livestock with exceptionally tight pussies. A loose, worthless pussy wouldn't sell anyway, right?"
"Hng, y-yes..."
"Of course... since you're still a virgin, B62, who knows what'll happen to you. A never-used virgin pussy must be super tight, I'm sure."
"Hnght..."
The manager smirked and gripped Heo Seong-ah's ass hard as they stood side by side.
"I'd love to try your onahole someday, B62. It'd definitely be worth collecting."
"Hic..."
He kneaded her ass while mocking her. Even as his words stung her shame, she couldn't retort and just hung her head.
"Just kidding. Now, let's go observe another labor."
"Another labor..?"
"Not all special livestock do onahole manufacturing. Think of this—2nd Labor Facility—as the place where everything made from a livestock's body gets produced."
"Yes..."
"Follow me, then."
Finishing the onahole tour, the manager used his terminal to locate a room housing special livestock and entered. Luckily, one had just been restrained and was about to start labor.
"Oh, what? Sightseeing?"
As they opened the door, a burly man in a hazmat suit greeted the manager amiably.
"Yes. Showing the new livestock around the labor facilities."
"Puhaha! Stuff like this just makes 'em bratty... whatever, since you're here, watch closely."
"Yes, Senior."
The manager walked up to the livestock with Heo Seong-ah. Her ankles were chained to the ceiling. Limbs tightly bound, she wore a ring gag exposing her mouth fully. Eye mask on, so her face was unknown, but the piercings dangling from her breasts and clit suggested at least a year in the Shared Property Facility.
"By the way... this labor is called 'aphrodisiac production'."
The hazmat-suited manager explained while looking at Heo Seong-ah. She nodded blankly, zoning out.
Thwack—
"Kyaaak!"
The punch from the manager beside her dug deep into her side.
"B62, how dare you act so insolent? Show respect not just to your handler, but to all managers. Got it?"
"Yes, Manager..!"
Heo Seong-ah clutched her side, staggering as she straightened her gaze forward.
"Haha! Don't be so harsh. I pity these livestock bitches."
"Is that so? I'll hold back a bit."
The manager bowed slightly to his senior in apology.
"Nah, nah. It's your livestock—do what you want."
"Yes, Senior."
"Watch closely now, livestock. This'll happen to you too."
"Hng... yes..."
"And you, watch good too. Once you get promoted, you'll move from livestock handler to training or labor division, right? No harm in studying early."
"Yes, got it, Senior."
Like Heo Seong-ah, the manager watched intently with wide eyes.
"Hau... uuu..."
The restrained livestock trembled in fear at the multiple voices, thick drool spilling from her ring gag.
"Aphrodisiac production is the toughest special livestock labor... but in a way, you just lie there, so it's easy?"
The man explained busily while readying pink aphrodisiac in one beaker, purple in another, then turned a wall lever to slowly hoist the chains toward the ceiling.
"Uhgah... ah..?!"
Drddk, drddk— Her ass lifted off the floor... soon her body was fully inverted, legs spread shoulder-width, dangling in midair. Arms bound behind her back, she couldn't resist or close her legs. Pussy and asshole fully exposed, she savored the terror of 'aphrodisiac production' in the unseen darkness.
"Hau... aa..."
Gravity pulled unswallowed drool from her lips into her nostrils. She choked and shook, but the manager ignored her, preparing his tools.
"Watch closely. How we make aphrodisiac."
"Y-yes..."
Heo Seong-ah wanted to look away... but she couldn't.
"Alright~ Let's begin~"
The real aphrodisiac production labor started. The man gripped a metal speculum and a thin rubber nozzle.