Re-Education
One minute dragged on like an hour...
Overcome by the aphrodisiac steam, Heo Seong-ah's body burned hot throughout the night, writhing endlessly without a wink of sleep.
"Haaah..."
The next day, the researchers arrived for work.
Shiiiiiik— It was like stepping into a sauna. The room, thick with steam, held a single piece of livestock spinning slowly like meat on a barbecue spit.
"Whoa..."
The aphrodisiac that had filled her stomach and intestines was fully absorbed into her body and vanished at some point. Back to her usual sleek figure, Heo Seong-ah boasted a perfect female form that effortlessly captivated the men's gazes. Her skin, slick and glistening from the aphrodisiac coating, was just the cherry on top.
"What, she's still alive?"
"Huuuuh..."
There were plenty of cases where victims succumbed to shock from the aphrodisiac overdose, but Heo Seong-ah—young and resilient—endured without dying. Of course, they'd carefully calibrated the dose to keep her just shy of death. Losing her would cause major problems.
"Good girl, real good. That's what livestock should be."
"Hngh..."
The researcher patted her head in what he meant as praise. At that single gentle touch, her body shivered violently, teetering on the brink of orgasm.
"Huuuhaaaang..!"
"Pfft, what the hell's she saying."
Her jaw had been forced wide open all day, leaving her unable to speak properly.
"Haaah..."
Heo Seong-ah drooled like a beast, her breaths ragged and animalistic. The sounds alone made her seem less human and more feral creature.
"Torture time's over. We'll let you down, so behave."
"Huuu..."
Her ears rang, sounds muffled as if she were underwater. Probably the aphrodisiac's doing.
Clank— The researchers gripped the iron bar binding her body from both sides and hoisted it up. Just like when they'd first restrained her, they stood the bar vertical before releasing the cuffs on her limbs.
"Haaaahhh..."
Her arms and legs, stretched taut vertically for so long, had no strength left. Gravity pulled her arms down, dangling limply like dislocated shoulders, drawing pained groans from her lips.
"Kk..."
Really... no strength in her arms at all.
"Eh...?"
Something's wrong...? Even if they'd been bound for hours, could they really go this limp? Rallying her wits, Heo Seong-ah tried to flex her hands and move her arms—but it was impossible. She strained to clench a fist, but even twitching a finger or two was beyond her.
"Huuuuh..."
Squeezing out every last ounce of strength, her body trembled—but neither arms nor legs responded, leaving her sagging helplessly in place. The researchers watched, then burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs.
"Puhahaha!!"
"Puhh!"
She had no idea why they found it so hilarious... but a primal sense of dread prickled her skin with goosebumps.
"Hey, pussy bitch. Can't put any strength into your body?"
"Uuuh..."
"Drug's working perfectly. Pfft!"
Aphrodisiac effect...? What did that even mean...?
"I'll explain once, so listen up. The aphrodisiac we used on you rewires your nerves to make your whole body ultra-sensitive. But with great power comes great side effects. In simple terms, your muscles atrophy—you lose all strength. Got it?"
"Uuuh...?"
Did that mean... she'd live like this forever? Was that it...?
"Pfft, no need to worry that much. Give it a little time, and your muscles will recover. Not to full strength, mind you... but maybe like a five-year-old kid?"
"Huuuaaa..."
Easy to say. Could a five-year-old's legs support an adult's weight? Pointless talk for Heo Seong-ah, who would crawl on the floor for the rest of her life anyway.
"Alright, time to pull out what's in your ass. Relax."
"Huuuuh..."
"Not that you could tense up even if you wanted to."
The researchers grabbed her shoulders from both sides.
"Haaaang..!"
The moment they gripped tight and tugged lightly, her limp thighs spasmed wildly, a sharp squirt gushing from between her legs.
"Fuck, she just came out of nowhere."
"Whatever, let's just yank it out and be done."
"You're fucked, pussy bitch."
They'd started gentle, but changed their minds. Signaling each other, they suddenly yanked her body up with a heave.
"Kkheeeuk!!"
Her anus, clamped around the dildo for so long, clung stickily. From the sigmoid colon onward, it scraped every intestinal fold as the dildo withdrew at breakneck speed. It slid out smoothly until the thickest part—the glans—caught on her sphincter.
"On three, we'll pull. Relax? If you don't, you'll just hurt like hell."
"Huuuk... hheuk..."
Relax? Easier said than done when she couldn't control it. Her anus endlessly clenched and relaxed to expel the intruder, unwittingly gripping the dildo tight.
"One... two... three..!"
Pop—
"Aaaack..!!"
What should have been delicately expanded inch by inch, acclimating to the stimulation, was ruined by the researchers' brutality.
"Kyaaaaaaaak..!!"
Her sphincter everted inside out, exposing her innards. Even drowned in aphrodisiac haze, the pain overshadowed any pleasure right now. Thankfully, her healthy body twitched a few times, and her anus regained its shape. Not as tight as before... now loose enough for two or three fingers with ease.
"Aaaak..."
The researchers dumped her body onto the floor. No matter how roughly they handled her, her rewired body registered only pleasure.
"We won't remove the blindfold. The day you see again is the day you meet your new master."
The next three days... she'd live in darkness.
"Time to head out."
"Kk...!"
The researcher looped a leash around her neck and yanked. Powerless, she was dragged from the torture room, crawling down the hall.
"Haaang... haaaang..."
Every time her knees or hands met the floor, a chilling wave of pleasure shot up her spine. Transparent fluids dripped from her pussy, marking her trail.
"Haaa... haaa..."
"Fuck, quit making those horny noises. You're dying to get fucked, huh?"
"Uh... kkuu..."
Sorry, I was wrong, please spare me... She couldn't form the words anymore. Her mind blanked white, stripped of human conversation. Drowning in lust and sleep deprivation, she teetered on the edge of blackout.
"Hngh... haa..."
They say sleep is humanity's primal need. Since entering the Shared Property Facility, she'd never had a proper rest. Last night, battling endless ecstasy without sleep made her current crawling state a miracle.
"Goddamn... hurry the fuck up."
"Uuuk..!"
Impatient with her slowing pace, the researcher yanked the leash hard, dragging her along. They rode the elevator up, traversed a long corridor, and entered some room.
"Thank you for bringing her. I should have come myself."
"Nah, I had time, so no biggie... Buy me a drink sometime, Senior."
"Haha, I'll make time."
Her ears still buzzed maddeningly... but amid the haze, a familiar voice rang clear. It was her assigned Manager.
"B62, did you endure your day of torture well?"
"Hngh... haa..."
No strength to reply. Face-down on the floor like a dying corpse, all she could do was tremble.
"What a sight—hilarious. Compared to your insolent attitude on day one, B62, you're a model livestock now, aren't you?"
"Hngk..."
Day one...? Just days ago, yet it felt like ancient history. Deep in despair, Heo Seong-ah bit her lip, body shaking. Probably sobbing.
"B62, as I said before, I prefer rational training. Understood?"
"Hngk..."
"Answer."
"Huuu..."
"Answer!"
"Kyaaaaak!!"
The Manager pressed a button on his device. A mild current zapped from the IC chip embedded in her clitoris. Calibrated low to avoid lethality... but Heo Seong-ah thrashed in agony, limbs twisting grotesquely as she arched her back and pissed herself.
"Aaaaaak! Kkak!"
Yellow urine arced to the floor. As the shock ended, she slumped onto her own puddle, moaning.
"Haa..."
A natural reaction, really. Aphrodisiacs hypersensitized nerves—amplifying pleasure and pain.
"Hah, enough. You can just listen."
Pocketing the device, the Manager caressed her cheek tenderly—unlike before. That alone sent tremors through her, trapping her in near-orgasmic limbo.
"I know how to wield carrot and stick efficiently."
"Hngh..."
"Endless harsh torture yields no lasting results. Any effect would be temporary. So..."
The Manager scooped her up effortlessly. In a princess carry, he walked a few steps and flung her forward.
"Uhk..."
No pain. Instead, a soft, plush sensation felt heavenly. Sensing the mattress's bounce, Heo Seong-ah's drowsy mind nearly slipped into sleep.
"Rest well today. Sleep just like this. Understood?"
Nothing rewarded like fulfilling sleep deprivation.
"Then, good night. Sweet dreams."
Her first—and last—respite. Oblivious, Heo Seong-ah closed her eyes in peace. Unaware this "rest" was more horrific than yesterday's torture... the prelude to re-education.