Livestock Prison (6)
"Ahh... haa..."
For twenty-nine straight minutes with the vibrator still buzzing away to measure her arousal fluid, Saeko was teetering on the edge of total collapse. The glass cup already held more than a liter of her slick juices. Even as dehydration loomed with that obscene volume, the doctor gazed at her with a pleased smile.
One more minute ticked by before the doctor clapped his hands and called out to her.
"Excellent. Perfect. Keep performing like this, and you'll make a fine livestock."
Becoming fine livestock held no appeal for Saeko. She hadn't asked for any of this—she'd been dragged here under false pretenses—so her mind brimmed with the desperate urge to escape if only she could. The idea of excelling as livestock brought her no joy whatsoever.
Did her feelings show on her face? Her expression had darkened considerably.
"Why the long face? This is such happy news."
'Happy for you, maybe.' The retort nearly slipped from her throat. But the doctor just kept wearing that inscrutable smile.
"Saeko, think positively. You're a tax evader who owes forty years of reparations to the state and its people. What a precious opportunity to become prime livestock. Don't make that sour face like some criminal who's too good for it."
"......"
Like it or not, Saeko had no comeback. Her claims of innocence were just that—her claims. Objectively, all that mattered was the state's verdict: she was a tax evader.
"Now that your clitoris and nipples are nicely erect, let's measure those too."
"......Pardon?"
Ignoring her will or her response entirely, the doctor fetched a small measuring tape and got to work.
"Nipple length: 2 cm confirmed. Areola width: 5 cm confirmed."
As the doctor announced each detail, the prison guard watching from the side scribbled it all down diligently.
The breast measurements wrapped up. Next came her lower half, still dripping with the pussy juices from her recent arousal.
"To get an accurate reading, I'll wipe off the fluids first."
The doctor slyly tore open a packet of disinfectant cotton. Plain gauze would have sufficed for basic cleaning, so pulling out disinfectant hinted at something shady.
"......It stings a little."
The cotton touched her sensitive mucous membranes, bringing a sharp, chilling pain that twisted her face. The stuff was potent on its own, but on raw tissue? Burning agony was inevitable. And the doctor started rubbing slowly.
This was beyond "a little"—it felt like he was scouring her skin raw, peeling it away. Tears welled in Saeko's eyes.
"Alright, time to measure."
The searing pain faded as cold metal pressed against her. Freshly stimulated, her clitoris stood rigidly at attention like never before.
"Good tension here. This could qualify you for any livestock role. 4 cm."
A rigidly erect clitoris measuring 4 cm was impressive by any metric—a testament to Saeko's body being perfectly optimized for livestock use.
"Now, finally, the anal exam."
"Pardon...?"
Saeko yelped in shock.
"Wh-why the anus?!"
"Why? Once you're livestock, it'll get as much use as your pussy. We have to check it thoroughly—no troubles down the line."
"......"
"And you're a prisoner, aren't you? Some inmates hide contraband up there, so it's protocol."
Saeko vaguely recalled seeing that in dramas—yeah, she'd heard of it.
"That said, I'll give you a choice: spread it yourself for inspection, or we use tools. Pick one."
"......"
No real choice there.
"......Tools, please."
Less humiliating, less painful—that was the goal.
"Understood."
With that, the doctor rummaged for his equipment.
Bzzz. Clunk.
The doctor fiddled with the remote, tilting Saeko's restraints so her lower body lifted higher, ass fully exposed.
"Pretty murky color here?"
Anuses weren't exactly pristine by nature. But that wasn't what he meant.
"You masturbate anally often?"
"......"
Saeko stayed silent. Sure, as a curious teen freshly legal, she'd experimented once or twice.
"Good, then no lube needed."
"......W-wait a sec."
"Enema first."
Ignoring her plea, the doctor grabbed the enema syringe and eased it into her ass—no muscle relaxation, no lubricant. The pain hit hard.
"Hngh! Nghhh!"
The syringe's full load flooded in. Anuses weren't built for this; her gut ballooned, leaving Saeko in panicked confusion.
"......Ngh."
Her belly cramped relentlessly. The syringe emptied, her abdomen visibly swollen.
"2,000 cc all in. Holding up?"
Casually, the doctor pressed her bloated belly. Saeko grimaced and groaned.
"Hngh."
No holding back now—thirty seconds in, and she was at her limit. But he'd already plugged her with a stopper.
No matter how she strained, the fluid stayed trapped.
"......P-please, let me use the bathroom. My belly's gonna burst......"
Saeko sobbed and begged, limbs bound, gut grotesquely distended. She looked pitiful, tears streaming.
But the doctor coolly prescribed five minutes.
"We'll bring a toilet in five."
She'd hoped begging might sway him, but no—exactly five minutes later, he wheeled in a tiny kid-sized potty.
Saeko's eyes filled with despair.
"......You don't mean that?"
Impossible. She couldn't shit in something so degrading.
"Or we can suction it out with this hose."
In his hand: a forearm-thick tube.
'......That'd rip me apart.'
Better swallow the shame. The plug popped free, and everything gushed out.
"Phew, quite the stench."
Since arriving, she'd pissed somehow, but never shit in front of anyone. Humiliation and disgust crashed over her.
The doctor wiped her clean with a thin cloth, revealing her pristine anus.
"Now for the exam. Relax your anus."
"......"
No words left in her. Not until the cold, slimy intrusion began.
Gloved to the elbow, the doctor slathered something viscous.
"One, two, three."
No prep time—a thick probe forced its way in. Ripping pain exploded.
"Aaaahhh!! It hurts!! It hurts!!"
Saeko screamed raw. Shame was irrelevant now; the violation alone tormented her, pain searing deep.
"Just to the S-curve."
His fingers probed her rectal walls, arm vanishing elbow-deep. Why prisoners needed this was beyond her. A real inmate might get sedatives or painkillers. But as subhuman livestock? Only suffering.
The ass-wrecking agony wasn't easy to endure.
"There. All done."
To Saeko, it was an angel's whisper heralding the end of hell.