Livestock Prison (11)
"Follow me, you bitch."
Ibuki yanked hard on Saeko's collar. In response, only the tinkling sound of chime-chime echoed from Saeko's body—the bells on her freshly pierced rings shaking with the motion.
"……"
That alone filled Saeko with deep shame. She couldn't bring herself to utter a word.
"Hurry up and follow!"
Of course, Ibuki had no intention of showing her any mercy. In the end, Saeko was dragged forcefully into a room.
"……!"
The moment she entered, Saeko couldn't help but be shocked. The reason was simple: the murmur of voices coming from the entrance.
Murmur murmur.
The room was filled with women, Saeko included, sitting in chairs wearing little more than their naked skin. But they didn't look comfortably seated—something seemed off.
"You, go sit down!"
Ibuki shoved Saeko forward. Saeko cautiously approached an empty seat. As she got closer, a wave of despair crashed over her.
'These crazy bastards.'
She now understood why the others had looked uncomfortable. It wasn't just because their conditions were as pitiful as hers. There was a far worse reason.
Every single chair in the room was fitted with a thick, massive black dildo. To sit, she had no choice but to mount it. The angle left no room for slouching or cheating.
Saeko glanced around cautiously. All the other livestock were seated. They twisted their bodies slightly, but they were undeniably impaled.
'Can I really run from this?'
Guards stood watch, armed with menacing weapons. Escape was impossible. With a heavy heart, Saeko lowered herself carefully onto the chair.
"Hngh……"
The dildo was enormous—far too big for normal entry. But thanks to the aphrodisiac coursing through her, it slid in slickly with a wet shlup.
Thunk.
Once seated, a heavy fullness pressed deep in her lower belly. It wasn't a pleasant sensation.
As Saeko settled in, Ibuki—the guard assigned to her—strode to the center of the room. He swept his gaze over the livestock and clapped his hands.
"Congratulations. The day has finally come when you criminals, who leech off society, can contribute back to it."
What was he talking about? Saeko couldn't fathom why he'd crammed them all into this cramped room just to say that. But as his words continued, her face drained of color.
"Today, your livestock grades will be assigned. From now on, you'll serve society during your sentence based on your grade."
Serve society? It was a pretty way of putting it. In truth, it meant being exploited as livestock. That was the whole point of the Livestock Law.
Forcing livestock to do the dirty work no one else would touch—nothing more, nothing less.
"Now, we'll assign your individual livestock grades. These are based on your physical exams, so accept them obediently."
Moments later, a massive screen on the left wall lit up, displaying each livestock's personal info, full-body nude photos, and their assigned grade.
"Milk cow? No, absolutely not!!"
The livestock who drew "milk cow" burst into sobs and shot to her feet, only to be beaten with batons by the guards and dragged away.
And that was just the beginning.
"Cargo livestock? This has to be a mistake!!"
Cargo livestock meant exactly that: livestock whose bodies were used to haul freight. In modern society, it wasn't efficient, of course. It was just torture and humiliation for prisoners.
Cargo livestock spent their days moving loads—but in bizarre ways. They weren't allowed to use their hands. Only their bodies.
The moment they became cargo livestock, rings were pierced through their labia minora and nipples. Then they were shipped to the docks, never to leave.
Loads were tied to those rings with ropes. From there, they dragged everything using only the pierced flesh. Excruciating and degrading, naturally.
Cargo livestock had only two ends: either the pierced areas tore to shreds before they adapted, rendering them unusable and leading to disposal; or they died amid the endless freight at the docks.
If they succeeded once, the next load was always bigger. It was a death sentence by exhaustion, since they couldn't kill livestock outright. Reserved for the worst offenders, naturally.
The crime of the livestock named Yaoi right in front of her? Murder.
'……I can't pity her either……'
Saeko was a politician herself, but with her own dire straits, she had no sympathy for a murderer. She ignored Yaoi as she was hauled away. What could she do anyway? Just watch.
Besides, her turn was next. She had enough on her plate worrying about herself.
Selection livestock? Saeko had no idea what that meant. But the A+ grade alone caused a stir.
"A+? Haven't seen that in ages."
"Who knew we'd get such prime livestock this time."
Saeko remained confused even as a guard approached to attach her tag.
"Saeko, you've been designated selection livestock. You'll start duties tomorrow, and each day served reduces your sentence. Understood?"
"……I."
"Any questions?"
The guard slapped an "A+" sticker on her breast.
"Could you explain what selection livestock means?"
The guard frowned at her question.
"You don't even know that? Livestock aren't allowed questions from now on. This is your last chance—memorize it well."
Saeko nodded silently.
"Selection livestock, unlike standard ones with fixed roles, are those with exceptional potential. They experience various livestock lives before being assigned a role. In a way, it's the best fit for serving out your sentence."
"……Why me?"
Crack!
No answer came to her follow-up—just a whip lash that tore at her skin.
"I said no questions. Duties start tomorrow, so enjoy your last bit of freedom today."
Ruthless as ever. But Saeko had truly fallen to livestock status now. No longer human—just a prisoner doomed to serve 42 absurd years as one.
With her grade set, Saeko followed Ibuki back to her iron cell. The moment she entered, aphrodisiac gas heated her body again.
"……What will happen to me?"
Terror flooded her at the unknown future. She knew duties started tomorrow, but no details. A mercy, perhaps?
Ibuki returned shortly and handed her a sheet of paper. Saeko froze like ice upon reading it.
"……W-what the hell is this?"
Role: Public Toilet Livestock
An unbelievable truth. The paper listed her role for tomorrow: public toilet livestock.
"N-no, I can't accept this! Give me something else!"
Ibuki's response was merciless.
"To choose a role as selection livestock, you must experience at least five first. Toilet's just the start. I'll come get you tomorrow for society duty—sleep tight."
That was Saeko's last memory. Agony exploded in her gut from a brutal kick to the stomach, and her eyes closed.
Or rather, she collapsed.
"Public toilet first? Kinda pity her."
Ibuki knew better than anyone the fates of those turned into public toilet livestock.