Livestock Prison (3)
The command was truly simple. Along with a condensed summary of Saeko's name, prisoner number, and various personal details, Saeko stood in front of the camera for her mugshot. It marked the true beginning of her life as livestock—and the end of her existence as a human.
Click.
The camera shutter sounded, and with the doctor's satisfied gesture, the next order came.
"Alright, good. Now for the livestock shots."
What the hell were livestock shots? Saeko shuddered for a moment.
After a brief silence, the doctor pointed at her legs. "Let's start by spreading your legs wide. We need to assess the grade down there."
"...What?"
Saeko couldn't believe it. The way she was being treated wasn't fit for a human. What the doctor demanded was none other than spreading her legs while gripping her thighs—leaving her breasts completely exposed and her most shameful parts fully captured by the camera.
Part of her wanted to tell them all to fuck off and storm out. But she couldn't. Guns were trained on her the whole time.
As always, shame couldn't overcome fear. In the end, Saeko spread her legs herself. Her pubic mound, covered in hair, was cautiously revealed. The mound itself was neatly groomed, but that wasn't the part on display now. Patches of untrimmed hair were visible here and there.
Click.
The camera sounded again.
"Good. Now turn around, stick out your ass, and spread it wide."
The doctor issued another humiliating command. Spreading her own cheeks meant deliberately exposing her sex. The shame doubled, of course. The previous pose had emphasized a woman's embarrassing parts, and this one would too. Instinct screamed in protest.
Worse, the guard standing nearby had been chiming in with snide remarks, amplifying her humiliation.
"Damn, that pussy and asshole look pretty too. Figures it was a pampered body."
"..."
The guard had been appraising Saeko's body like a piece of meat from the start. It made her teeth grind, but what really clenched her fists was the undeniable reality of her situation.
A moment later, Saeko spread her cheeks herself. Her most intimate areas were laid bare, and a flurry of clicks followed.
It was an utterly inhuman, degrading ordeal.
While they were meticulously photographing her for what felt like ages, the doctor suddenly barked.
"Hold on—your hand's covering the pussy a bit. Show it more clearly."
"...Pardon?"
A reflexive polite response slipped out.
"Spread the labia too. We need close-ups. If not, we'll have to trim it off."
The word "trim" made Saeko's hands tremble. The current humiliation terrified her, but outright cutting was unthinkable. In the end, she spread her vulva herself. Every nook and cranny was exposed, drawing varied reactions.
"Looks fine at first glance. Pretty clean."
"Yeah, thought it'd be more worn. Guess it got high-class use."
The blatant insults ground her teeth together. With the final click, the doctor smiled.
"Shots done. Now for the grade evaluation exam. Perfect body for livestock, honestly. Even from my lab days, it's rare to see one this flawless. Great size, pristine pussy."
"Good news. It'll make a fine mascot for the Livestock Prison."
"I'd say A++ easy. Full physical will confirm, of course."
"Relieved to hear it."
"Yes, sir. I'll send all today's shots to the Livestock Management Agency. For public release later, right?"
"Yeah, the public needs to see. Keep 'em safe."
Handing everything over was shocking enough, but public release? Unacceptable. She'd already lost all dignity as a woman, but she still clung to something. At least outsiders didn't know about this place. She wanted the world to remember her as Politician Saeko.
But if they released this, even that fragile hope was gone.
"Alright, time for the full physical exam. This'll determine your official livestock grade, so cooperate fully."
Honestly, she wanted no part of any exam. But the voice that followed made her rethink it.
"Before training as livestock, this decides what kind of livestock you'll become."
"And?"
"This result means the difference between semi-human treatment or a lifetime of grueling labor paying off your debt. Unless you want your clit and nipples yoked to pull carts forever."
"...What?"
"Exactly what I said. You're livestock now. Ace this exam, and make it count."
It was unbelievable. She knew the basics of the Livestock Law—hell, her career was fighting to repeal it. But details? Not really. To her, as a politician, it had just been a PR stunt.
So she couldn't accept what she'd just heard.
Impossible. In the 21st century? No way.
Of course, it was the 21st century—that's why the Livestock Law was even a thing. She moved as instructed, entering the adjacent exam room.
The first sight was a space packed with ominous devices. It could pass for a hospital at a glance, but the gear was intimidatingly oppressive. Black restraints everywhere—not standard hospital fare.
And there was the humiliation chair, instantly evoking shame. As a woman who'd had regular checkups, Saeko knew its purpose immediately.
"Saeko, sit in the chair."
The doctor had already released the restraints. Unlike standard ones, this seemed designed to lock legs and arms the moment she mounted—impossible to cover up.
No choice, though. She climbed on slowly. The leather felt unusually cold today.
"We'll do bloodwork and constitution tests first. While those process, physical exam."
Phlebotomy came right away. A thick needle pierced her arm, drawing blood. She let out a small whimper.
"Hngh."
The doctor staunched it casually and activated the chair.
Whirr.
The leg supports spread slowly under his control. No more photos—this meant close-up inspection of her pussy. Unthinkable for a woman, let alone a person.
"Up close, yeah, there's a slight issue."
The doctor's curt words lit up focused lights, all eyes on her crotch. A small camera behind him aimed right at it.
"Do we have to film that too?"
"...Yes, to ensure no errors in grading. Everything's recorded."
"..."
No more words came. Taking her silence as assent, the doctor grabbed a measuring tape.
"Body measurements first."
Now every dimension of Saeko's body would be cataloged. Hips and bust were huge factors in livestock grading. He measured methodically, missing nothing.
"This could milk as a dairy cow. Veins are sturdy—should handle experiments fine."
With the tape around her breasts, he prodded her nipples carefully. Being naked, exposed, and appraised like this was nearly unbearable. Showing her most precious parts without reserve to strangers was profound humiliation.