A Rights-Stripped Sow Is a Shame-Aroused Naked Thing Everywhere
A Rights-Stripped Sow Is a Shame-Aroused Naked Thing Everywhere
Unlike Chloe, who had the impression of a noble young lady.
Aileen was an active and lively beauty at first glance.
One of her eyes, shining green, was almost hidden, while her vivid blonde hair swayed silkily.
Her skin was healthily white rather than pale.
Breasts and hips that would tempt any man.
If one were to list them one by one, there would be no end; as befitting an evolved species of humanity, her appearance was flawless and beautiful...
Yet the decadent spectacle unfolding beneath the collar, its chain shortened by convenience functions, defined all those preceding advantages as nothing more than those of a mere Sow.
"You came with a bell on your piercing today? As expected of a stylish girl~"
"This body doesn't sag no matter how heavy it is. No need to envy yours, since yours are pretty decent too, aren't they?"
"My preference is this side."
In contrast to Chloe's large piercings, which usually favored shapes like bells, snakes, or cocks.
A small yet always securely tightening silver device sparkled on Aileen's erect nipples.
"But, wait a second..."
"?"
Aileen, who had suddenly trailed off, slipped behind Chloe.
Her sinister hand's target was obvious.
"You came with a tail today?!"
"Heukiiiiiiyak!!"
The anal plug Chloe wore.
Aileen, smiling refreshingly, yanked it out in one go.
Even between acquaintances, it was a robbery with no trace of consideration.
Designed to scrape the sphincter violently the moment it was pulled out, the stimulation was terrifying.
"Euhik! Agak! Keuuu...! Eheek♡"
Chloe's eyes rolled upward as she let out unseemly screams multiple times.
She had even forgotten the lofty dignity she maintained, at least outwardly, in front of other Sows.
Completely naked, she scurried through broad daylight, pathetically clenching her inner thighs like an idiot.
The sight of her hopping about was the very image of a Sow.
"Hee... So big sis gets off on this kind of thing? It's cute, but... still perverted."
As the sensation that had sent her consciousness flying gradually subsided.
Hearing Aileen's mischievous teasing whispered in her ear.
Chloe's crimson eyes widened greatly.
What dominated her complexion next was deep contempt.
According to social perception, it would be worth less than a semen-stained tissue rolling on the roadside.
Yet it was the final line of defense that maintained Chloe Stacey.
'Even though she's nothing more than a Sow who would pant all day in pleasure the moment something enters her own crotch...'
It was nothing compared to insults from humans, but the story changed when the other party was a fellow pervert.
In truth, even though she had long anticipated Aileen would act this way.
Chloe shot back venomously.
"It's still way better than the arm-thick vibe your back hole is sucking on right now, isn't it?"
"Ugh~~!!"
Aileen's face flushed instantly as she bit her lip.
It wasn't that she thought Chloe wouldn't know.
It was Aileen, after all, who had carved it from her pussy to her asshole.
Moreover, they were Fleshlight bitches who had once lived as humans.
The two Sows had been connected since then, so they knew exactly which parts made each other flood their crotches.
'But being pointed out so openly feels different, doesn't it...♡'
Aileen's fishnet stockings had large holes torn in the crotch.
Not only did one stream flow from the left and two from the right, but the way she subtly rubbed her thoroughly soaked thighs...
It announced that she had gotten aroused just from seeing her admired big sister's perverted antics.
"Talking here is awkward, so let's go."
"Big sis was so late that I came out to find you, you know?!"
"In that case, we'll call it even with what just happened."
"How cowardly..."
In Aileen's view, even as a Sow, Chloe was still Chloe.
Conversely, even if it was Chloe, a Sow was still a Sow.
A genius who had flawlessly dominated a massive conglomerate since childhood.
Chloe Stacey, who had always seemed perfect and magnificent, an idol.
That woman had all her human rights and everything else stripped away simply because she had evolved genetically.
She had fallen to a level more miserable than imaginable.
The once haughty and arrogant object of admiration was not even treated as human; instead, with a collar around her neck, she crawled naked on all fours across the floor.
The one who had witnessed firsthand in the Fleshlight Training Center the process of her begging to be fucked, begging to be filled as a horny Sow, or even begging to be killed was Aileen.
'Well, as a later enrollee, I was also getting every hole stuffed by the instructors next to her, shaking my hips like crazy while cumming buckets from both above and below...'
The place where the two, having completed their first roles as Fleshlights right after graduation, settled was this Latrine.
Commonly known as the Model Garden.
*
Half willingly, half unwillingly stripped completely naked.
The two peerless beauties, flaunting their obscenely coated naked bodies in public, soon began walking.
Naturally, their nipples stood erect as they were exposed directly to the wind.
Likewise, the pussies they boldly exposed were in a pathetic state.
The proud leg lines starting from their sensual hips already belonged to seasoned cum-receptacles.
However, in a large-scale Fleshlight Latrine, this was an entirely ordinary sight.
One could tell just by looking at the people passing nearby, who were all in appearances so vulgar they didn't even meet human standards.
July, or in other words, midsummer weather, was hot even for Sows.
Sweat beaded and trickled down from their necks—the only sealed part of their bodies—and their now-unhideable damp armpits.
Around that time, a small building came into view.
It was a space labeled Public Washing Room.
Additionally, to explain... beside it was a Public Masturbation Room.
"Want to wash up once?"
"I don't want to chat with a worn-out pussy."
"Got it..."
When Aileen flatly rejected her suggestion, Chloe accepted without argument.
Even if a pussy was worn out, it would recover in ten minutes.
Though sitting in a cafe and chatting like bitches would make far more time than that pass quickly, there was no need to force the issue.
Her body was sticky to the point that it felt unpleasant whenever her limbs brushed against her skin.
Yet Chloe was merely being unusually fussy as usual; it was common sense that Sows were always dirty.
Both physically and in terms of social status.
'They can't even use proper tools. The kind of bitches who get horny at every opportunity and drip all sorts of fluids... That was the perception, and in reality, it was true.'
Even Chloe, a fellow Sow, would occasionally frown when living in the same space.
From the perspective of people with proper human rights, Chloe herself would be no different—an unrestrained and filthy Sow.
...Suddenly recalling that fact made her clit quite stiff.
'Before being dragged to an ordinary city and installed as a State-owned Sex Toilet, I might need to get a piercing on my clit too.'
Around the time she was pondering such lewd thoughts without batting an eye.
Aileen complained in disbelief.
"No, in the first place, isn't big sis the only one who enjoys being shoved into that ridiculous machine and washed every single day? Are you a pervert? Or do you have a fetish for that side?"
"...I've never enjoyed it, and I don't have a fetish. I just hate being dirty."
Even while denying being a pervert, Chloe had a conscience.
'Moreover, once the body heats up... the rest of the premises lose meaning anyway.'
It was merely expressed as a luxurious shower.
A Sow like her using a normal showerhead would never be permitted.
The reason Chloe's body had been wet that morning was also because she had undergone washing at home.
With all her limbs restrained by mechanical devices, she endured a ten-minute enema that forced her bowels and bladder empty.
Her pussy, mouth, and asshole were all roughly violated by rotating brushes.
The electric shocks automatically administered to any Sow suspected of trying to escape restraint were ignored as her collar's interior was roughly washed...
But before long, she had gotten horny and the love juices she squirted rendered it all meaningless.
Anyway, it was a matter of mindset.
"Payment?"
"Of course I have to do it."
Chloe lacked human rights or dignity, but she had plenty of pride and self-respect.
'Though I wonder what meaning the latter has for someone without the former.'
In truth, even the one who had unconsciously muttered this knew it well.
A Sow was originally something with no meaning or value whatsoever.
It was an existence that only needed to satisfy the human masters with its lewd body and unchaste holes.
She had learned and thought that way back when she was human.
Even in this situation where she had fallen to becoming a Fleshlight receiving unspecified numbers of filth with her entire body, nothing would change.
Anyway, the cafe they entered like that was already half full.
Whether fortunate or unfortunate, there were no humans.
From the staff to the customers, all were Fleshlight reserves whose appearances wouldn't feel out of place even if installed in a public restroom.
As expected, what greeted the two wasn't a kiosk.
After all, there was no way Sow bitches like them would be allowed to enjoy proper civilized conveniences.
"What would you like to order?"
"One espresso and..."
"One caramel macchiato!"
Instead, embedded in the floor in front of the desk between the clerks was a soft, silicone-like rod made of new material.
Its shape, which would clearly rise upward when hardened, was unmistakably that of a cock.
Only by fully erecting this and stuffing it down to the esophagus would the account linked to the collar be recognized and payment processed.
"Huu..."
Letting out a short sigh, Chloe naturally squatted down.
Without anyone telling her to, and without any need, she spread both legs to the limit.
With her tall stature and high heels added, unlike before, this was an eye level quite fitting for a lowly Sow.
Lewd juices dripped from Chloe's widely spread pussy.
Even though it was the same Sow, the mere fact of having to do this in front of a crowd made her strongly aroused.
"Chuuuup..."
Even if it was fake, Chloe, who greeted the cock master with a sincere kiss, opened her mouth.
Brushing her swaying black hair to the side, she gradually took the hardening glans into her mouth.
It started elegantly, but ultimately became a vulgar vacuum fellatio.
Naturally, her expression broke.
Even while water streamed down from above and below, the fact that her gaze and attitude remained composed was becoming laughable.
It wasn't particularly Chloe's problem; in a Fleshlight Latrine where commercial districts existed, this was an ordinary daily occurrence.
There was no way a Sow would be allowed to carry money or cards.
Moreover, payment itself was also possible via the pussy engraved on the lower abdomen, back, or anus.
Therefore, even though it was a fake phallus that countless others' mouths, pussies, or assholes had surely gone in and out of.
One had no choice but to serve with full power every time money changed hands.
Well, anyway, it was the same for a dirty hole that was already plenty horny and craving humiliation.
Every time she imagined the scene of someone vulgarly shaking their hips in this spot earlier, and herself now sincerely kissing it.
It was her destined fate for her lower body to tingle.
Beep!
"As expected, it's huge... This is a good store."
She had cum lightly a couple of times, but not to the point where daily life became impossible.
Naturally succeeding in payment and wiping her mouth, Chloe muttered.
The rumor that stores using large and imposing payment devices were high-end was true.
Thanks to that, there were quite a few weak bitches who couldn't enter high-class restaurants regardless of money.
"Now for seats..."
"Big sis, over here!"
"...As expected."
Seeing the chair opposite Aileen, who was waving her hand, Chloe shook her head as if resigned.
When an uncultured Sow plopped down naked, what stood erect in the spot where her gaping pussy would roughly settle...
Was a particularly long dildo compared to the other seats in this cafe.
Though she didn't know for sure, Aileen was surely holding the exact same thing inside her belly as well.
A Sow could not use human objects.
Even chairs were no exception.