Chapter 51: The Torment of Aphrodisiac Production
The metal speculum was so large it inspired a visceral sense of revulsion. The man, gloved in latex, slathered it generously with gel to minimize the pain of insertion before pressing the tip against the woman's pussy.
"Hyaaak..!"
Feeling the cold touch of the metal lump, she involuntarily arched her back, swallowing a moan. Her legs, bound in iron chains, rattled with a metallic clink.
Watching her reactions closely, the man slowly inserted the speculum. He could have shoved it in all at once, but to minimize the livestock's stress and ensure high-quality aphrodisiac production, he needed to proceed with the gentle touch one might use on a beloved lover—at least for now. Not that it meant anything to her, restrained and forced open...
"Haa... huu..."
"Hang in there. Almost done."
Due to the speculum's conical shape, it grew thicker the deeper it went. Even if her inner walls were slick enough, the pain of it stretching her pussy folds to their limit didn't fade.
"Haaaah..! Haaah!!"
"Good girl, good girl... You're holding up so well. Just a bit more~"
Once the speculum reached the end and could go no further, the man pressed firmly to force it deeper. Her pussy stretched beyond its limits, and she screamed as if her breath might give out, her neck twisting back. Sticky saliva dripped in strings from the tip of her lolling tongue, shaking above and below.
"There, there, good job~"
"Huuu..."
Like soothing a child, the man rubbed her ass as if petting her head. He secured the speculum so it wouldn't slip out, then picked up a thin pair of tweezers and prodded the deepest recesses of her hole, stimulating it.
"Can't see it well... This might hurt a little."
"Ahua... haa..!"
Her youth meant plentiful pussy folds, plump flesh hiding the cervix. The man poked around with the sharp tweezers until he found it, each jab drawing screams from the livestock as pain pierced her sensitive inner flesh.
"Huuuaaa..!!"
"Ah, there it is."
Deep in the pussy hole, a donut-shaped cervix no bigger than a pinky nail protruded from between the folds. He clamped it with the tweezers to hold it exposed, then slowly inserted the tip of a rubber nozzle from his other hand. The nozzle's end featured a reverse-triangular barb, designed to lock in once past the cervix—impossible to remove easily.
"Huu..!"
The tightly sealed cervix parted slightly, the barb's entry sending a sharp sting radiating through her.
"Haa... huua..!"
The alien sensation of a foreign object invading her womb made her tense her lower belly repeatedly, her breaths ragged. It was like her hole trying to close, but no matter how hard she strained, the speculum-held pussy stayed gaping open. The writhing folds, alive like some grotesque creature, were obscene.
"You're doing great~ Just keep holding on like that. Got it?"
"Huua... haa..."
The manager, gripping a massive 150ml syringe, dipped its tip into a beaker of pink aphrodisiac and pulled back the plunger. Gurrgle—the syringe filled to the brim. He flipped it, pressed out the air bubbles, then jabbed the end into the rubber nozzle lodged in her cervix.
"Here we go~ It's going in now~"
"Huua..!"
Through the transparent rubber nozzle, the pink aphrodisiac flowed in clearly. Her womb gradually filled and swelled.
"Haa! Huua!"
The cold aphrodisiac made her womb contract, then a burning heat spread like fire through her lower belly, leaving it limp and slack. Drenched in the drug, her womb could now swell like that of a full-term pregnant woman. Ordinarily, it took about 10L of aphrodisiac, but starting too strong risked breaking her—they had to ease in gradually, adjusting intensity.
"Huua... haa..."
The woman thrashed her head back and forth, writhing in sensation. Pleasure? No, it was more like unbearable itching. An intense itch, like a mosquito bite, spreading from the unreachable depths of her womb out toward her pussy lips.
"Hyyuaaaah!!"
She wanted to scratch. Desperately, madly scratch until blood flowed, clawing with her nails. She twisted her bound limbs in frenzy, but it was futile resistance. The cervix, packed full of aphrodisiac and sealed by the barbed structure, let not a drop escape. Her womb ballooned like an elastic water balloon, doomed to this excruciating itch until fully absorbed.
"Huaaah...!!"
Drooling like a beast, she resisted. Agonizing enough to drive her insane already, but it wasn't over.
"Holding up well~ Guess we'll go right into the next one~"
The man plunged the syringe into a beaker of purple aphrodisiac and drew it up. Slurrrp—the barrel filled with violet liquid, which he jammed into the nozzle connected to her cervix. The pink-tinged rubber turned purple. With no room left, the aphrodisiac forced her womb to expand further.
"Hiaaaah..!!"
Clank-clank—her reaction was markedly more intense than before. The two aphrodisiacs mixing unleashed full-blown pleasure.
"Huaa... hii..."
Now she felt her womb mutating—fear, pain, ecstasy intertwined. Instinct screamed that without removal, she'd never return to her old body. Clank-clank—fierce thrashing, but only rattling her ankle chains.
"Next up~ One more time~"
"Huuuaa..!!"
Pink aphrodisiac injected deep. Purple followed. Five rounds each, totaling 1.5L pumped into her womb.
"Huuua..."
Her womb sagged heavily, pressing her lungs, breathing labored. Naturally so—her womb now weighed as much as a 1.5L PET bottle.
"You did great~ Such a good girl~"
Flashing a casual smile as if commenting on someone else, the man fetched an odd tool. A long rod ended in an arch like a crescent moon, resembling a Chinese stun baton or an infrared therapy device. What could it be? Heo Seong-ah tilted her head in blind confusion, but gasped in shock upon learning its purpose.
"Hic!"
The device adhered perfectly to her pregnant-like swollen belly and locked in place. The man pressed the handle's button, unleashing mechanical whirring and powerful vibrations.
Vrrrrm—
"Haaaahhhh! Haaaah!!"
Woooong—vibrations so fierce her flesh visibly quivered to the naked eye.
"After loading the womb with multiple aphrodisiacs, you stir them with a vibrator like this. It looks like just vibration, but it has 26 patterns. It stimulates the drug-soaked womb in various ways, addicting it to mind-shattering pleasure. The more orgasms the livestock has, the more the aphrodisiac's effects change."
"Huuuaaa!! Huuu! Haaa!!"
No sooner had he spoken than her rigidly arched back unleashed a powerful squirt from her pussy. Body inverted, the fluids shot toward the ceiling before splashing back into her depths. Cervix sealed tight, they pooled in her vagina, forming a small puddle.
"Ahhuaaa! Aaaah!!"
Tongue protruding through the ring gag in her mouth, she babbled incoherently, shaking her head side to side. Probably begging: Save me, stop, help. The man showed no mercy, cranking the vibration up a notch to torment her womb further.
"Kyaaaah!! Ahuaaaah!!"
Another squirt, another vocal climax. Only after ten more minutes did he switch off the vibrator and check her state.
"Still alive?"
"Huuua..."
"Good~ Healthy bodies are the best. I like it."
"Huu... haa..."
Her throat raw from endless screams, no more saliva came—only tears and snot trickling upside-down across her forehead, matting her hair. She wondered how ridiculous she looked, but the blindfold stayed until aphrodisiac production ended.
"Can't see it, but the aphrodisiac in your womb must be well-mixed by now?"
"Huaa..."
"Now we wait for absorption. In about five hours, it'll fully soak in, leaving only a tiny residue—like sediment. That's the extract, the product this livestock produces."
Typically, 1.5L yielded about 10ml of extract. Not cost-effective, but demand for livestock aphrodisiacs ran high, so they produced it event-style.
"Your womb, ovaries, fallopian tubes—all pickled in aphrodisiac. No normal life possible. Even slight vibrations... just walking would make it buzz and force orgasms, right?"
For fun, he flicked her navel with his gathered index finger.
Thwack—no harder than a light snap, yet...
"Huaaah!!"
She convulsed grotesquely, climaxing again.