Livestock Prison (10)
As soon as she saw the awl moving right before her eyes, cold sweat trickled down Saeko's spine.
"……Ugh."
The red-hot awl radiated a terrifying heat the moment it drew near. Every time its crimson glow shifted, she felt a delusion that her breath was tightening bit by bit.
Ibuki's gaze felt even more frightening than ever.
"Saeko, any last words?"
"……Get that away from me right now, or I'll make you regret it."
"Oh? Trying to rebel again? How insolent."
Ibuki glared at Saeko with sharp clarity.
"Why not take one last look? It's about to get a lovely new decoration."
Saeko's face twisted at the sensation of her nipple tip being pinched and pulled hard.
"Eek!"
Her nipples, hypersensitive from the aphrodisiac, responded with brutal honesty.
"Hngh!"
Beyond just moans spilling from her lips, a thick, yellowish liquid oozed out steadily. Saeko could only plunge into bewilderment.
……What the hell?
There was only one milky-white to yellowish fluid that could come from nipples. What people commonly called breast milk.
But she couldn't believe it was really breast milk—she'd never been pregnant, never given birth. Sure, she'd had plenty of sex, but that was it. Nothing beyond.
Humans naturally fell into confusion when faced with situations their minds couldn't even imagine. That was exactly Saeko's state right now.
……No way. That can't be.
In Saeko's knowledge, breast milk only came from women who'd given birth. The problem was she'd never experienced anything like that.
No matter how she racked her brain, only one memory surfaced.
……Don't tell me, that injection from before?
The shot Ibuki had forced into her against her will. And it had been right into her nipple area, of all places. She'd been told it was just an aphrodisiac, but ever since, her body had felt off in subtle ways.
She wondered why. Could it really be because of that shot?
If so, one terrifying thought consumed her.
It can't be permanent, right? I can go back to normal, can't I?
If she couldn't, that would be unacceptable. Living like this forever? No way in hell.
Did Ibuki have any idea of Saeko's inner turmoil? Having just confirmed the yellowish fluid leaking from her nipple, Ibuki approached with a smile.
"Oh my, looks like your hormones are changing nicely."
"……Hormones?"
"Yeah, your hormones are shifting perfectly. A little more growth, and you might even aim for prime milk cow status."
……Milk cow?
Saeko, whose breasts had always been quite large since childhood, had no good memories tied to that term. It was a vulgar way to describe big-breasted women, and she'd always hated it.
Among her peers, she rarely heard it outright, but entering politics changed that. Japan's political world was rotten beyond repair. Rising stars rarely emerged in a system where politicians handed positions to their children like it was some absurd dynasty.
The party she'd joined was no different. The so-called "noble bloodlines." Seats passed down from grandfather to father to son, built on rock-solid voter bases.
Even that grandson had clung to the party leadership until he was old enough for Saeko to call him "grandpa."
Naturally, the man was insufferably arrogant. The reason Saeko couldn't forget him? His words when she first joined and met him.
"What a fine milk cow. Such a sweet young lady."
Even now, it was so absurd it left her speechless, but back then, no one criticized him for it. That day was when Saeko realized just how rotten Japan's politics were—and vowed to reform it herself.
But despite that vow, she'd failed. And now here she was, dragged to the Livestock Prison.
Who the hell is behind this?
She still couldn't guess who had sent her here. It was just frustrating.
"Hey, milk boy."
"……What now."
While she'd been lost in memories, Ibuki had kept fondling Saeko's nipples. That explained the strange arousal building up.
"You really need something this size to match."
In Ibuki's hand was a ring far larger than any finger jewelry.
"No way, you're not—"
"That's right. Time to decorate those udders."
"……!"
Saeko's face drained of color at Ibuki's words. The moment was finally here—no more dodging it. Part of her even considered trying to negotiate.
But that was pointless.
While Saeko hesitated in fear, Ibuki finished preparations.
"Better say goodbye to your nipples now. They won't ever be the same."
"N-no……don't……"
Sizzle.
The awl in Ibuki's hand pierced Saeko's erect nipple.
"Ggggrrrraaahhh!!"
Being skewered by a red-hot awl through living flesh was excruciating. It wasn't for nothing they'd gagged her mouth—Saeko fought to stifle the scream ripping from her core.
Drool poured from her lips. Sweat beaded endlessly on her forehead. Tears streamed uncontrollably, like a waterfall bursting forth unbidden.
Sizzle, pop.
The awl emerged, having fully pierced the nipple.
Schling.
Ibuki yanked it out before the wound could even close and immediately threaded on the ring-like piercing from before. The pale gold ring tugged the nipple downward the moment it caught.
Its hefty weight made it sag inevitably, but fresh from the piercing, the pull was agonizing beyond endurance.
And the process on the other nipple alone made tears spin in her eyes again.
……Ugh!
She desperately wanted to scream, but Saeko held back. Giving Ibuki the satisfaction felt like exactly what she wanted.
No way she'd oblige.
But Ibuki seemed uninterested in her screams anyway.
"Looks good on you. This'll match even better."
Ibuki had fetched a small bell.
Bell……?
The bell itself wasn't the issue. Attached to both nipples, it'd jingle with every movement—utterly humiliating.
Yet Saeko couldn't resist. With the piercings complete, every breath made them chime.
"……."
Jingle-jingle.
The tinkling grated on her ears.
"Where else to decorate?"
Ibuki's eyes drifted to Saeko's lower body. Few spots down there suited piercings and bells.
"Can't pierce the clit, but a decoration on your pussy might make you more obedient."
"……?"
Saeko couldn't take it anymore. The thought of piercings on her labia jingling away was unimaginable for any human.
If she'd chosen it herself, maybe—but this was forced.
"It'll suit you perfectly."
Ibuki yanked Saeko's labia. Not meant to stretch like that, the mere pull brought sharp pain.
"N-nooo!!!"
She screamed and thrashed, but the heated awl had already stabbed in.
A woman's most sensitive spot, right next to her genitals—no surprise there. But being pierced shattered any mere teary resistance.
"Kyaaaaah!!"
All her vows to endure shattered in an instant. A massive, thunderous scream erupted.
"Uwaaaah!! Uheeeek!!!"
Of course, no one could decipher the meaning amid the agony. Pure, blinding pain whitened her mind, leaving no room for thought.
Even as Ibuki inserted the piercing, Saeko showed no reaction beyond instinct.
Her bladder, beyond control from the physiological torment, simply sprayed a stream of yellow piss.
Shwaaaaa.
The moment Saeko's humanity fully crumbled.