Livestock Prison (15)
This morning, a single parcel arrived for all those who could be called Japan's mega-tycoons. It wasn't just delivered to the obscenely wealthy. High-ranking politicians and famous celebrities received them too. The common thread among the recipients? They were all big enough names in Japan that anyone would recognize them on sight.
The contents of the parcels were an invitation engraved with indecipherable letters, accompanied by a black butterfly mask. The mask was essential for attending the location specified on the invitation. Only when you wore the mask did the hidden address reveal itself—a system that had long powered Japan's underground secret auctions. Known as the Livestock Auction, this operation was kept strictly secret from the general public. Of course, invitees were always required to sign strict nondisclosure agreements. Countless auctions had taken place over the years, yet not a single participant had ever breathed a word about them.
It wasn't just the oaths of secrecy that kept lips sealed. The auctions involved far too many people for comfort. Not just in numbers, but in influence—virtually all of Japan's power brokers kept a close eye on these events. No one admitted it openly, but when a truly tantalizing lot appeared, they fought tooth and nail to claim it. That was the unspoken rule. And so, plenty of people showed up for this one too. Yamaguchi was one of them.
Wearing the black butterfly mask—which did little to conceal identities anyway—the participants filed into the auction house.
·····That old bastard's here again.
Yamaguchi glanced slyly at the elderly man seated ahead of him. Japan was notorious for its political-business collusion, and the man before him was its very epicenter. He funneled political donations to every politician in the country and was known as an inexhaustible fountain of funds—the largest entrepreneur in Japan. It was safe to say no politician had ever turned down his money. With cash rotting away in excess, his hobby was crashing these auctions and jacking up the bids.
It wasn't mere showboating. By flaunting his wealth and inflating prices, he forced politicians to accept his bribes as a matter of course—or empty their own pockets to keep up. Of course, he wasn't the only bidder packed into today's event. It was all because of Saeko, the star lot on offer.
Politicians lusted after dragging a promising rival into the abyss. Tycoons relished inflicting suffering on the leeches who constantly bled them dry. In short, far more people than usual had gathered to witness Saeko's final downfall.
The merchandise herself—Saeko—languished in a forlorn cage at the back of the auction house. She wasn't permitted a stitch of clothing. To display her in her rawest form, nothing was allowed to cover her body. Cameras captured every inch from multiple angles, ready to showcase her value as livestock during the bidding. Whether she knew it or not, Saeko had been huddling in a crouch inside the cage for a while now.
What terrified her most, even in the dim rear of the auction house, were the occasional shafts of outside light seeping through the bars. With the light came voices, and an oppressive dread that squeezed her body. Saeko knew exactly where she was. Back when she was rising as a politician, this was a small temple in her constituency. She'd visited it, of course. Realizing that what she'd dismissed as just another ancient Japanese temple was this filled her with horror: How long had they been planning this?
"Moving on to the next lot."
The first item had just sold—to the old man, predictably. Now Saeko, still caged, was wheeled onto a corner of the stage.
From inside the cage, Saeko furtively scanned the auction house. The bidders, all donning incongruous black butterfly masks, exuded raw intimidation. Was it meant to cow the livestock on offer? The stage sat in the center, surrounded in a circle by bidders seated at varying distances. No matter where Saeko turned her fearful gaze, she couldn't escape. Every direction brimmed with filthy, greedy stares fixed on her.
Then—
Flash.
Blinding spotlights stabbed at her eyes, bathing her body in harsh white. Light bounced off the cage bars, stinging her vision. Cheers erupted in unison from the masked figures. Beside them knelt unmasked women, heads bowed low in postures of utter subservience. Their nakedness made it clear: they weren't equals. No doubt, they were previously auctioned livestock—either freshly bought or broken in long ago.
·····Is that going to be me?
But perhaps becoming one man's exclusive livestock was safer than being abandoned as a public toilet. Those had no happy endings.
As Saeko's mind raced, the second auction kicked off. At the auctioneer's cue, bidders raised placards with their bids. Saeko hadn't even fully emerged onto the stage yet. It proved just how mouthwatering a prize she was.
"Hold on—just putting her up like that is no fun."
"Right? Make her earn our money."
The implication was clear: humiliate Saeko, entertain the crowd. The lewder and more depraved her display, the higher her value would climb. As merchandise, she had to prove her worth—expose her shame before this gallery of elites.
The auctioneer promptly hoisted the cage. Chains rattled, lifting Saeko into the air. Her body swayed wildly, terror surging as her legs flailed through the wide gaps in the bars. She gripped the cage desperately, but couldn't stop her legs from slipping free.
The auctioneer and bidders seized the moment. Before she could pull them back in, rough hands yanked her legs wide. Her most intimate spot—hairless and exposed under the lights—became a spectacle.
Cheers exploded.
"Yes!"
"That's it! This is what we came for!"
"So that's Saeko's pussy?"
Saeko could only tremble at the voices mingling with the roars.
"Show us! Show us! Show us!"
The bidders, already hooked on this livestock prize, demanded more. It was auction house protocol: reveal a body part, bids climb. The suffering fell solely on the livestock slave. Her future owner benefited from the rising price; the audience from the added entertainment. And Saeko had only one "feature" to offer.
"Now, let's inspect Saeko's prime asset."
Saeko herself had no idea what "asset" they meant. Her face drained of color at the word.
"Do you all know Saeko's greatest selling point?"
The bidders shouted back instantly.
"Tits!"
"Udders!"
"Huge fucking udders!"
"Correct!"
None of it acknowledged her as a person, but that hardly mattered. Her quivering only delighted the crowd.
"Look at her shaking."
"Even those udders are jiggling. So ripe and ready."
Moments later, a tray laden with needles was placed before her. Saeko's eyes bulged in horror. She wanted to scream, but the gag muffled her.
"Now we'll beautify Saeko's star attraction—those udders. Enjoy the show, gentlemen, and pay up accordingly."
Saeko remained frozen in terror.