Ready to End It All
It felt like she'd had a pleasant dream. Waking with a happy smile, Heo Seong-ah twisted her stiff body and stretched her arms.
"Ah..?"
Lying in bed, she tried to extend both arms straight up... but for some reason, her joints wouldn't move freely. Even when she tugged harder, they caught on something, halting abruptly. Tilting her head in confusion, Heo Seong-ah ran her hands down her body, feeling it over.
"Huh..? Wh-what..?"
She groped around... the sensation was off. It was like touching things through rubber gloves. Maybe the Manager had slipped them on while she slept... Getting out of bed, Heo Seong-ah noticed the changes to her body and twisted her face in horror.
"Nooooo... what the hell is this..?"
Her blindfold kept everything pitch black. She had no clear way to know what the Manager had done, but one thing was certain: her entire body was encased in a latex suit.
"Ahh..."
Her hypersensitive skin, which quivered at the slightest brush, was finally subdued. She could move freely now, but Heo Seong-ah showed no sign of straying far from the bed.
"Hnnng..."
The texture against her soles felt utterly repulsive. Everything she touched with her hands was disgustingly alien. She'd regained physical freedom... yet it still felt like her body was restrained. Maybe even worse than being bound hand and foot.
"Aahk..!"
Bending her waist slightly, Heo Seong-ah realized it wasn't just a suit. A long, massive anal dildo pressed against her insides along her curving spine, making her tremble. Tensing her lower body brought the unfamiliar pain of the rubber tube lodged in her urethra. Her pussy had been left intact to preserve her virginity, but that only fueled a frustrating, unsatisfying ache that crept up slowly.
"Haa... haa..."
And no wonder... Even if the suit dulled her body's senses, her face was fully exposed. Just hearing her own voice... swallowing saliva... her hair brushing lightly... even breathing... pleasure built bit by bit until she teetered on the edge of climax.
"Hnnah... haaang..."
She tried to sit still on the bed, but couldn't hold her body steady. Exhausted, she collapsed back, clenching her thighs tight and gripping the sheets.
"Kkhuk... hnn... haa..."
The teasing pleasure scrambled her mind—right on the brink, but never over. This exquisite torture had started the moment she woke. Ten minutes passed... twenty... thirty...
"Aaaaaah..!"
What felt like over an hour later, on the verge of madness, Heo Seong-ah reached behind her neck, rubbing up and down frantically. She was hunting for the latex suit's zipper, but without the Manager's approval, the mechanized lock wouldn't budge no matter how she struggled.
"Kkuuuk..!"
Desperate, she slid her hand lower and pressed hard between her legs. First, like masturbation, she rubbed her clit—but no matter how she moved, no stimulation reached it. Next, she slapped her palm down repeatedly on her pussy, but the thick latex blocked it all, her efforts slapping empty air.
"Aaaaaang..!!"
The maddening pleasure wouldn't stop. She even tried sleeping... but having tasted this hell awake, she'd need sedatives to drift off.
"Pleeeeease!! I was wrongggg!! I'll be good nowww..!! Aaaaaahk..!!"
She was truly going insane. Unable to cum despite the desperate urge, dependent on others forever. She could endure it once or twice, but what if it lasted hours, days, months, years? Anyone would turn into a base slut, mind flooded with lust.
"Aaaaaahk..!!"
Writhing side to side on the bed, Heo Seong-ah banged her head down. No pain—just the mattress's soft bounce. She grabbed her hair and yanked, but an oddly good sensation forced her to let go.
"Kkuuuk..! Haaaang..!!"
Relaxing and contracting her lower belly, she strained for orgasm without direct stimulation. The anal dildo's stretch on her sphincter and the tube in her urethra felt vividly clear. Her pussy, sandwiched between, started feeling good... but this faint tease wouldn't push her over.
"Aaaaaahk..!!"
As she thrashed for what felt like ages, the Manager arrived at the noise and prodded her body firmly with the end of his baton.
"B62, what the hell's all this racket?"
"Ah, M-M-Manager..! I'm sorryyy! I'll do anything you say! Just please take this off!!"
Her pleading was worlds apart from before the torment. Her voice dripped sincerity, and she groveled on her own without prompting—perfect results from masterful torture.
"I can't take it off."
"Khuk... uuk... pleeeease!! Spare meee!! It's too much... hnnk, pleeeease..."
"B62, you're not a child. Think I'll give in to whining?"
"Hnnk..."
This was just extending the torture, re-educating her rotten mindset.
"Haa, fine."
"Y-yes..?"
"As I said yesterday, B62, I know how to wield carrot and stick efficiently."
"Yes... hnnk... I'll do anything... please let me cum quick..."
"Not yet."
Training her might be easier than expected. Sneering, the Manager jabbed her snot- and tear-streaked cheek with the baton. No more touching that filthy face by hand.
"Carrot and stick. To give what you want, there must be give-and-take. Give a gift before receiving one. If you need something, learn to act cute... Get it?"
"Y-yess..?"
"If B62 obeys my training diligently, I'll grant what you want."
For example... behave perfectly during the three days before shipping. Silent pressure.
"I-I'll do it! Anything!"
"Good."
No reason for livestock like her to refuse. No choice anyway, and obedience meant climax? A dream deal for her.
"Then, no rest for the next three days."
"Hnnk..."
Starting with a firm warning, the Manager outlined the schedule simply.
"From today, B62, you'll be reborn as perfect livestock through three days of training. Understood?"
"Yesss..! Got it..."
"First, mouth-pussy training right now... then anal, urethra, breast, and hand training. Clear?"
"Yesss..!"
"Love that spirited reply. Wonder how long it'll last."
He rubbed her grinning face—beaming at the promise of orgasm—with the baton.
"B62, never forget: a livestock's body exists solely to please its owner. Don't prioritize your own pleasure."
"Yes, Manager..!"
"Every inch from head to toe is a tool for the owner's lust. Today's training is for that."
"Yes..!"
He explained in detail lest she misunderstand, but she still begged brightly for it to start. Already mastered in carrot-and-stick without needing it—obey training > get to cum. That was all in her head, letting her grin like an idiot.
"Hoo..."
Sighing, the Manager folded his baton into his pocket. She'd nod eagerly even if he promised orgasms per limb severed.
"Good. Moving to the training room now."
"Yes, Manager..!"
Training. Far from the dictionary definition of imparting knowledge to cultivate character... Heo Seong-ah's "training" meant body mods that could ruin her life forever.
Oblivious, she kept smiling even as the collar snapped on, limbs bound for quadrupedal crawl.
"B62."
"Yes?"
Before the ball gag, the Manager spoke softly.
"Really... are you prepared to end your life?"
A question to ease his conscience. Heo Seong-ah pondered briefly.
"Yes..!"
Once livestock, no returning to the past. If it meant relief from her throbbing body... she'd endure anything. Light resolve.
"Good."
No more qualms. Her choice. The Manager yanked her leash taut and headed for the mouth-pussy training room.