The Life-Ruining Torture
The torturous manager squeezed out every last drop, pouring her pussy juices into the funnel.
"Good to the last drop."
As he gripped the funnel and slowly pulled it away, Heo Seong-ah's eyes flew wide open. She thrashed her legs in agony, her body shuddering violently.
"Keurgh! Keuk!"
The contractions of her swollen throat were visible. Right after the thick rubber hose was fully removed, her juices refluxed up the wide-open path.
"Urk!"
She barely held back the vomit, clamping both hands over her mouth and holding her breath. If she puked up all the pussy juice she'd just swallowed here... the punishment was obvious without needing to see it. He'd surely make her lick it up and eat her own vomit.
"Hoo... huuuk..."
Heo Seong-ah squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing down the nausea with effort. It was a precarious state where the slightest lapse in control would bring it all up. Her stomach still gurgled, stirring up discomfort.
"B62, excellent. I was just wondering what to do if you spat out the pussy juice, but you showed such commendable self-control by holding back the vomit... Honestly, I'm touched."
On her first day, she would've puked it up and prostrated herself naked in apology. Seeing the livestock's transformation with his own eyes, the manager couldn't hide his delight.
"But you see..."
"Yes..."
"Your behavior right now isn't exemplary."
"Yes...?"
The manager's lips twisted up to his ears in a chilling grin. An incomprehensible, creepy expression. He crouched behind the seated Heo Seong-ah, gently grasping her lower abdomen with both hands.
"Ah... Um... Manager, sir...?"
Without any warning... he lifted her upper body with brute force, applying intense pressure.
"Keuk!"
Her organs compressed, forcing the air from her lungs. She felt a foreign mass surging up from her stomach at alarming speed.
"Urk... Uweeek!!"
The pussy juice poured out uncontrollably. Mixed with stomach acid, the sour torrent cascaded like a waterfall, soiling the floor.
"Huuuk... urk..."
Sobbing as she expelled the last remnants, Heo Seong-ah wore a pained expression.
"B62, sometimes I want to see that rebellious side. A woman who's perfectly obedient isn't popular with men."
"Yes... I'll keep that in mind... hngh, Manager, sir..."
In the end, it was just the manager's whim. Thinking she'd hold it down when he expected her to puke, he disliked it and forced the vomit out. A vicious human... maybe that's why they call people like him devils.
"Alright, time for your torture. The life-ruining one."
The manager picked up the restraints with a strangely pleased expression. Heo Seong-ah offered no resistance as she was bound and dragged away.
"Wuup... mmph..."
Her eyes blindfolded... a large ball gag crammed into her mouth... arms and legs folded in half for quadrupedal crawling.
In that humiliating pose, she left the training room, dragged toward some building. They took the elevator deep underground.
Ding—the elevator stopped.
Where the hell is this?
Arriving at an unfamiliar place, Heo Seong-ah trembled uncontrollably, unable to hide her fear.
"B62, are you scared?"
As always, the manager asked the obvious.
Unable to speak, she nodded vigorously in response.
"You're such a coward, B62. No matter what or where, you're always scared, always afraid."
Then... in a world where she endured such heinous acts daily, where could a woman not be scared or afraid? She seethed at the manager's nonchalant attitude, as if it were someone else's problem.
But what could livestock do?
"Hoo..."
Heo Seong-ah swallowed a sigh, hanging her head.
"Good. B62, I'll now tell you what you're about to endure. Want to hear it? If not, I won't say."
He gave her a choice. Know and suffer, or suffer in ignorance? Fear varied by psyche, but after mulling it over, Heo Seong-ah figured knowing was better.
"Wuup..."
Thick saliva drooled from behind the ball gag as she nodded repeatedly.
"Alright, I'll explain."
The manager halted mid-corridor. Pondering where to start, he began with the "life-ruining torture" she would receive.
"The torture you're about to undergo will be a modification that profoundly impacts your future life."
"Wuup...?"
Profoundly impacting her future life? The words didn't feel like mere intimidation. Heo Seong-ah shrank back, imagining various tortures.
"It's inevitable, so I'll keep it brief. Your body will become extremely sensitive... making normal daily life impossible."
"Mmph..."
What benefit did they gain from that? She'd already lost her will to resist and chosen submission... She couldn't fathom what more the manager wanted.
"Don't feel aggrieved. I'm not doing this modification because I enjoy it."
"Wuup...?"
"From today until shipment... everything you endure is decided by your future owner. In other words, the choice of your torture lies not with me, but with that owner."
By phrasing it that way, the manager shed responsibility for his actions.
"After the 'life-ruining torture,' full body modifications will begin in earnest. It was a short time, but the trials ahead will be far harsher than your life so far. I hope you endure it with a sound mind."
"Wuuup..."
"Now, off to your torture."
Having thoroughly intimidated her, the manager yanked her leash and proceeded down the corridor.
This was the deep underground research processing lab of the Shared Property Facility. Since the "life-ruining torture" transcended mere torture into "modification," it required equipment unavailable in standard facilities.
"We're here."
"Wuuup..."
Two researchers inside had prepared in advance upon notice. The manager removed all her restraints and turned away.
"B62, my authority ends here. I'll return tomorrow morning, so behave and take your torture until then."
"Ne...?"
The manager shut the door behind him. Left alone with strangers, Heo Seong-ah crawled toward the door in terror.
But a researcher behind her grabbed her hair and yanked.
"Aaaack!!"
"Where do you think you're going? Stay put, you fucking bitch."
"Kuhuk...!"
The researcher dragged her by the hair to the corner.
"Prep's not done, so sit tight. Otherwise, I'll beat you till you puke blood, then torture you. Got it?"
"Euk..."
Heo Seong-ah huddled in the corner, surveying the room. No windows, walls sealed tight. A peculiar device dominated the space: an iron grate on the floor like a grill, with long rods flanking it. The rods had U-shaped grooves at the top. A propeller like a fan spun on the ceiling, but peering closer revealed an exhaust mechanism inside.
"Hng..."
What kind of room is this? Should I ask? Will they even answer? No need—I'll find out soon enough.
"Hngh..."
Despair filled her face as tears flowed.
"All set~"
The two researchers, finishing preparations, glanced at the obedient Heo Seong-ah and donned disposable hazmat suits. They meticulously checked for gaps, pulled on hoods, added goggles, dust masks, and extra cloth to minimize skin exposure.
Gloved in latex, they approached.
"Ah... nooo..."
The approaching footsteps terrified her. The slowly extending hands filled her with dread. Heo Seong-ah dragged her ass backward, nowhere to flee.
"Puhaha! Pathetic. Didn't I say I'd beat you till you puke blood if you resist?"
"Ooh, good idea? Draining her stamina first boosts the torture's effect."
"Ah... euk..."
Exchanging frightening words, one grabbed her hair and hoisted her up. He swung his fist at her lower abdomen—
Thwack—
"Hik!"
—but stopped short, fist hovering.
"Pfft, don't flinch, idiot. If you break, we're the ones in trouble. You think I'd really hit you?"
"Haa..."
She'd tensed so hard she nearly pissed herself.
"Of course, we can't damage you physically..."
The researcher sprayed her face from the can in his hand.
Shhhk—
"Euk..."
An unknown suspicious liquid misted her face...
"Ha... hiik... kuh!"
Heo Seong-ah's thighs clenched as climax loomed, her body going limp.
"Puhaha! The drug's effect is always hilarious."
"Obviously—who made it?"
Released, she collapsed, trembling.
"Ah... aaang... haat...!"
One breath. One twitch. The slightest movement brought overwhelming pleasure...
"Haaaang!!"
She cried out lewdly, climaxing.