Humiliating Physical Examination (3)
The silicone dildo bent in her colon, snaking through the S-shaped curve. Once it passed the bend, it slid in smoothly without any snags.
"Hah...! Heuk! Hrrgh...!"
Heo Seong-ah was engulfed in a boiling agony in her guts, barely able to breathe. They said the pain of stimulating the S-shaped colon was on par with the agony of diarrhea from a brutal flu. And indeed, she writhed her fingers and toes, breaking out in cold sweat.
"Kyaaahhh!!"
Whether Seong-ah screamed or not, the female doctor kept pushing the dildo deeper until she finally reached a solid blockage.
"Maximum depth, 32cm... Any further and the intestine might tear, so we'll end the measurement here."
"Hoo-euk..."
Just as she thought she'd survived, the female doctor gripped the base of the dildo and yanked it out boldly.
"Kuh-haaaang!!"
Her guts twisted inside out as the dildo slurped free from her body. With excruciating pain, Heo Seong-ah screamed and rolled her eyes back.
The Manager approached with an irritated look, electric prod in hand, but luckily, Seong-ah managed to stay conscious, her body twitching and trembling as she endured.
"Why make such a fuss over this? You'll face far worse ahead."
"Hrr-euk... Euk..."
"By the way, for vicious criminals sent to the labs to become breeding sows, they shove a soft tube from mouth to anus. Can't quite picture it? Imagine a thin pipe about 10 meters long inserted through the mouth and pulled out the ass. It's the final fate of beasts reduced to nothing but breeding stock, stripped of the freedom to eat or shit."
"That's..."
Even hearing about it sent chills down her spine. She wanted to say it was an unforgivable crime, but Seong-ah barely swallowed her words, calming her racing heart.
"I hope nothing like that happens to you, Miss Heo Seong-ah."
"Hrr-euk..."
With the physical exam complete, the female doctor raised her hand in signal. The Manager, who had been waiting obediently, released Heo Seong-ah's restraints. Her strength gave out, and she collapsed to the floor the moment her feet touched it, trembling.
Even that brief rest wasn't allowed for livestock. The Manager immediately grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet.
"A-euk..!"
"Miss Heo Seong-ah, do you feel wronged that this is happening to you?"
"Th-that's..."
"It's fine. I know exactly what you're thinking right now."
The female doctor had examined countless women. The one expression they all shared: pure injustice. And Heo Seong-ah wore it now, perfectly.
"Miss Heo Seong-ah."
"Yes..."
"So why'd you commit the crime?"
"Hrr-euk..."
It was unfair. So utterly unfair. She wanted to protest, but the words wouldn't come.
"Think of becoming a female slave as your karma."
With the doctor's "kind" words, Heo Seong-ah was dragged away by the Manager.
After the grueling physical exam, Heo Seong-ah was marched down the endless corridor, her shoulders gripped by two Managers. The drab hallway, invisible when she'd arrived boxed up, now stretched before her. Bare bulbs dangled from the ceiling in a stark, cement-exposed silence. Each door had an access reader, but she had no time to wonder what horrors lay inside.
Her mind numb, she was half-dragged along.
Special Livestock Service Facility
At the basement stairs of the Special Livestock Service Facility stood a sturdy iron gate blocking the way. The Manager swiped his card and descended, only to face another identical gate at the basement entrance. Breaching the double security revealed an interminably long corridor. Narrow, with dense iron bars spaced at intervals, numbered sequentially from the entrance: 1, 2, 3...
"Hrrk..."
Heo Seong-ah was certain those cramped spaces were cells for prisoners. A mere glance sideways would reveal the women inside... but she lacked the courage to look.
"This is the cell you'll be living in from now on."
The Manager stopped at cell 62, at the corridor's end. He swiped his card, opened the bars, and stepped in. Far narrower than it appeared from outside—barely a square meter, enough for one person to lie down. No light, no windows, no toilet, no bedding. Just mysterious metal rings on the ceiling and walls.
"Since you were admitted today, you'll undergo the registration ceremony for your Shared Property ID number shortly. Until then, rest comfortably in your cell."
"Th-thank you..."
Pushed forcibly inside, Heo Seong-ah lost her balance and fell. The Manager locked the door indifferently and left.
"Hrr-euk... Nooooo..."
Just hours ago, she'd been laughing through college life. Now, trapped here, what a pathetic sight she made. Curling up, she sobbed in self-loathing.
But her body kept tilting rightward, nearly toppling.
"Huh..?"
Now she noticed: the floor sloped subtly to the right. A drain at the right end explained it, she thought.
But the cell's oddities weren't just the floor.
"Eh? Huh?"
Trying to lie down comfortably, the space was too tight to stretch her legs straight. Bent knees at an awkward angle was the best she could manage. She straightened to adjust, but the ceiling was too low to stand. Designed artificially for discomfort, no position allowed true rest.
Unaware, she squirmed uncomfortably until the Manager returned.
"What are you doing? Got energy to spare?"
"No..! Um, Manager, the cell feels weird..."
"It's just because it's new. You'll get used to it."
"But..."
"What, did you think we'd give criminals a comfy rest? Instead of whining about your discomfort, how about feeling sorry for your victims?"
That damn victim-perpetrator talk... Innocent Seong-ah was driven mad with injustice but said nothing.
"Hurry out. Want more punishment for dawdling?"
"I-I'm coming..!"
Heo Seong-ah scrambled out and stood facing the Manager. Instantly, he balled his fist and punched her stomach.
"Keurk..!"
Clutching her lower belly, she curled on the floor. Mercilessly, the Manager stomped her hair with his boot.
"Are you insane? Haven't you learned a livestock's basic posture yet?"
"Hrr-euk, sorry..."
"First day, so I'll let it slide. Watch once more."
Stepping back, arms crossed, he glared. Pain still throbbing in her gut, Heo Seong-ah swallowed her groans, squatted with legs spread wide horizontally, balancing on tiptoes. Hands behind her head, she exposed her chest, pussy, and armpits fully.
"Good. Don't forget that posture."
"Yes..."
A livestock's basic posture: Eyes downcast to a man's crotch, chest, pussy, and armpits always exposed. The absolute fundamentals, never to forget.
"You may stand now."
"Yes."
"When a Manager gives permission, follow his orders regardless of basic posture."
"Yes..."
The Manager pulled tools from his coat pocket.
"Before heading to the registration ceremony, we'll apply simple restraints."
"Yes..."
First, he operated the terminal, locking her electronic wristbands behind her back. Next, a blindfold over her eyes, then a mask with a thumb-sized dildo.
"Open your mouth slightly."
"A-eup..!"
"This is a dildo mask restraint. It prevents talk between inmates during transport and trains the livestock's mouth-pussy. Excellent tool."
"Woo-ung..."
Not too large, it fit perfectly. Secured behind her neck, she couldn't remove it voluntarily.
"The dildo mask can spray bitter chemicals, deliver shocks, or other punishments if conditions aren't met. First day, so no settings, minimal size."
Speechless, Heo Seong-ah nodded. Finally, he attached a wire leash to her collar.
Not an ordinary leash.
"Don't fear the blindfold. Follow where I pull. Delay or veer off, and a sharp current zaps from the wire's end. Be mindful."
"Woo-eup..."
"Time's late. Let's go."
Explaining took longer than expected. Glancing at his watch, the Manager gripped the leash and led her out of the basement.