The Final Gateway
Her thigh muscles tensed rock-hard, the skin stretched taut. She strained desperately to clamp her legs together, but with that pitiful strength, she couldn't overcome the weight of the adult man's body pinning her thighs down.
"Ugh... aaaahhh...!!"
Crack!—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
Another fierce spark exploded against her still-searing pussy.
"Eek, ah!! Aaaah!!"
This time, her hips twitched side to side as her limbs flailed wildly, but of course, thrashing like that offered no escape from the pain.
"Livestock Number B62, you still have five strikes left. Please stay still."
Frowning with a hint of irritation in his voice, the Manager shook his wrist again, lashing down on Heo Seong-ah's pussy.
Crack!—
"Kahk!!"
With a scream that nearly choked off her breath, Heo Seong-ah's body shuddered violently, her neck craned back. Her pussy throbbed obscenely. It almost seemed like she was trying to cool the heat of her pain in her own way... but
Crack!—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!"
There was no break until the full count was reached.
The instant the next strike landed, Heo Seong-ah's back arched sharply, snapping her back to full awareness. Now only three remained. Eager to finish quickly, the Manager pinned her writhing lower body firmly and swung the riding crop.
Smack, crack, crack!—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
"That's it."
The Manager tossed the riding crop far away and smirked down at her pussy, now swollen bright red. The smooth, unused slit had puffed up plump, leaking fluids. Staring at the beautifully protruding mound made it hard to suppress the urge to fuck her right there. Nearly succumbing to the overwhelming visual temptation, he squeezed his eyes shut and stepped away.
"Ahhh..."
Released from restraint, Heo Seong-ah writhed in agony, tears streaming down her face. He couldn't even imagine the pain, but... a female livestock showing such insolent reactions was unacceptable.
After punishment came thanks. A sincere apology for her wrongdoing. A pledge as a female livestock to never repeat it. She should spread her legs and stand now for a naked doggy pose... but with only two days left before they'd never meet again, was there any point in rigorous training? Resolved to instill only the basics, the Manager grabbed Heo Seong-ah's hair as she lay on the bare floor and yanked her up.
"Kkhuhk...!"
"Livestock Number B62, what do you think you're doing still on the ground? How long do you plan to lie there resting?"
"Ah... haah..."
Seeing her curl her legs and sob, it must be excruciating. But catering to every female livestock's plight was impossible. The Manager spread his massive palm wide and slapped her cheek.
Crack!—
"Kk!"
"Haah, please snap out of it."
Indiscriminate violence from a man... maybe the first slap she'd ever received? It hurt less than the pussy strikes, but the psychological terror and shock jolted her brain.
Crack!—
"Kyak!"
Another physical blow. His huge palm collided with her cheek, snapping her head sideways. One side swelled red in the shape of his handprint. Utterly indifferent to her condition... her delicate skin tore where teeth ground into flesh, the metallic tang of blood filling her mouth.
"Kkh..."
The Manager raised his hand high once more, then brought it down hard on her cheek.
Crack!—
"Kk...!"
Bright red blood trickled between her clenched teeth. The invisible terror... the fear of when the next blow might come... Heo Seong-ah, snapped to her senses, trembled in terror at the overwhelming master-livestock dynamic.
"P-please... stooop..."
"Have you come to your senses?"
"Y-yes...! I-I'm sane now...!"
"Good. I was planning to slap you until your cheek split open, but I didn't expect you'd recover so quickly."
It wasn't a joke. The Manager always meant what he said. He released her hair with a toss.
"Auk...!"
Heo Seong-ah's head hit the floor as she toppled. Instinctively, her hand reached for her throbbing pussy... but
"Kyaaaaak...!"
The Manager kicked it with all his might to stop her. Losing balance, she rolled side to side, screaming.
"How dare a mere livestock touch her own pussy without the Manager's permission?"
"S-sorry...! Hic, I was wrong...!"
"I opened your pussy not for you to touch it. This is preparation for future training, so assume the waiting position immediately."
"Y-yes... hic..."
Heo Seong-ah folded her legs unsteadily to sit... then froze, suddenly unable to recall what the "waiting position" was.
"Wha...?"
No matter how she racked her brain, it wouldn't come. Not just that—everything since opening her eyes in this Latex Suit was gone.
"Eh... wha...?"
Her mind was chaos. Basic knowledge, her life before becoming livestock—all erased clean. Like countless files in her head dumped into the recycle bin and permanently deleted.
"Livestock Number B62, what's wrong?"
"Ah... aaa..."
Forgetting her "past self," Heo Seong-ah clutched her head in deep despair, yanking her hair hard enough to rip it out, panicking and screaming.
"Aaaak...!!"
Scary, terrifying... words couldn't capture it. The annihilation of her true self, irreplaceable memories—gone.
"Aaaaa...!"
She didn't want to be livestock. The bleak future terrified her. She wanted her old life back. But... how? There was nowhere to return to. Why had she become livestock? What crime? How long must she stay?
"Ah... aaa...?"
Truly. Nothing from one to ten. No memories surfaced.
"Aaaaaaa...!!"
Her mentality shattered. She'd chosen studies over school friendships, crammed insanely to enter a prestigious university, dreamed of a bright future. A solid life plunged into ruin... becoming a "female livestock." Now, no refusing it.
"Ah..."
Her pallid mind dredged up scraps of basic knowledge. ...Spotty thoughts, but still nothing. 1+1=2. Now, even a five-year-old knew that simple addition better—her brain utterly wrecked. Facing her wasted studies, she sank into despair.
"Aaaah..."
She realized she was broken. Dementia? Amnesia? No—this was perfect "memory erasure."
"Why are you like this, B62? Are you alright?"
Suddenly bawling facedown like a madwoman, he approached cautiously, unsure.
"M-my memories... hic, nothing... nothing comes..."
"Pardon?"
"Why am I here...? Who am I? Ahh..."
"...Haha."
The Manager chuckled involuntarily, rubbing his lips to stifle it. Likely a side effect of the Aphrodisiac Pill on her clitoris. It permanently heightened sensitivity, making areas vulnerable to pleasure and pain—with major brain impact. She'd already fainted and woken repeatedly, unable to orgasm. Even without the drug, maintaining sanity would be the real miracle.
"Livestock Number B62, are you scared?"
"Y-yes...?"
Was that even a question worth asking? Her existence denied in an instant...
"Don't worry too much. It's temporary memory loss from shock; it'll return with time."
"Hic... uuh..."
Like "short-term amnesia." People sever memories after trauma to forget. Time would heal it.
"So stop and assume the waiting position. Since you don't seem to remember, I'll remind you."
"Hic..."
"Respond."
"Hic, hic..."
"Livestock Number B62."
"..."
"Respond!"
Kicking her unresponsive body, the Manager seized her hair and flung her down.
"Aaaak!! Y-yes, I understand!!"
"Good. Assume the waiting position now."
It felt harsh on someone freshly shocked... but necessary for her sake. Too immersed in these emotions, and even if memories returned, she'd feel disconnected from livestock reality—becoming a truly "broken" one beyond repair.