Livestock Prison (16)
A livestock's specialty could encompass quite a variety of things. Simply put, it often meant what the livestock excelled at most, but in other cases, it referred to whatever the handlers wanted to appraise as the highest value from that livestock. In reality, most specialties highlighted the livestock's physical attributes.
The prisoner auctioned off before Saeko, for instance, had boasted the ability to swallow a rod over 40 cm long all the way down past her uvula.
And for Saeko, whose specialty was inevitably those two breasts dangling from her chest, the auction proceeded in three stages.
The first stage began lightly with a livestock appraisal. It was a process of appealing things like what features this livestock had or what made it stand out.
The second stage was about proving those claims. All they had to do was demonstrate the excellence directly.
And for Saeko, whose breasts were listed as her specialty, the assigned task was exceedingly difficult.
"Nice to meet you."
The woman who emerged carrying a container full of needles lightly prodded Saeko's breast. The already swollen, hypersensitive mound quivered at that mere touch. A yellowish fluid oozed from the nipple.
"Oh my, getting excited already?"
The reason the second stage struck particular terror into the livestock was simple. Unlike the relatively mild first stage, things tended to get quite brutal from the second onward. Humans had a basic instinct to want to verify claims with their own eyes rather than just hear about them.
In severe cases, livestock even died during the second stage. Of course, their prospective owner would receive a small consolation payment in such instances. These cases weren't entirely unheard of, but they weren't common either. After all, it was far better for the auction house to pair the livestock with a proper owner and collect the fee than to settle for consolation money.
"Now, I'm going to adorn you with some very pretty accessories. I hope you like them."
She looked unmistakably like a woman from the outside as she picked up the needle, but her voice had a raspy edge that made it hard to pin down her gender definitively. Not that it mattered.
"Is this scary?"
The needle, sharpened to a wicked point, was utterly terrifying. Just looking at it sent chills crawling up her spine, sweat beading along her back.
Of course, the woman's response was merciless.
"You can't afford to fear something like this."
Saeko's dread of the needle might stem from the terror she'd felt when her piercings were first drilled into her body. Regardless, the situation remained utterly frightening for her.
"......"
Saeko clamped her mouth shut for a moment. Suddenly, the woman seized her face.
"Mmph! Let go! I said let go!"
Saeko screamed at the sensation of the hand clamping over her face. But the more she did, the rougher the woman's fingers pried her mouth open. A thick gag was promptly shoved between her teeth.
"Shut that noisy pig squealing. My ears are starting to hurt."
The woman smirked down at the gag now lodged in Saeko's mouth.
"Guh! Mmph! Mrrrrgh!"
Saeko heaved for breath around the obstruction in her mouth. But nothing changed.
"Alright, let's begin. Scream nice and loud for me."
It was absurd—she'd gagged Saeko precisely to stifle any screams. And that wasn't all. Anticipating Saeko might thrash in terror, the woman escalated further. Shackles clamped around her wrists and ankles, then yanked her limbs taut.
Saeko's own strength couldn't resist the pull in the slightest. Once the restraints rendered all struggling futile, the woman picked up the needle again.
Before the utterly helpless Saeko stood a single devil wielding a needle.
Her body shuddered violently.
Gulp. The gag prevented her from swallowing properly, but the terror etched into her brain drowned out everything else. Her body, stretched to its limits by the shackles, couldn't make rational judgments. She simply stared at the approaching needle, overwhelmed by extreme dread.
From the start, binding her and bringing out the needle meant the course of action was predetermined. The only lingering curiosity was how much more brutally they'd torment her this time.
She already had piercings. The rings glinting gold on her nipples and labia minora were proof, adorning her body in garish splendor.
The only spot left to pierce—and one she'd been warned about before—was her clitoris. But the auctioneer and the woman had said it would showcase her udders. She couldn't fathom how needles would make her breasts something to brag about.
Fear of the unknown made her tremble even harder.
Of course, the woman interpreted it differently.
"Don't be scared—it's been properly sterilized. No risk of infection."
That wasn't what terrified her. The whole situation did.
The needle drew closer. Her body shook like a leaf in the wind.
"Hold still—just a moment. If you keep shaking, the needle might miss the mark. That would hurt a lot more."
"......Hnnngh."
Suddenly, a firm grip clamped onto her breast. The mere pressure on the swollen flesh sent stinging agony shooting through her, but that was just the beginning. The needle began slowly piercing the meaty part of her breast.
"Grrk! Ngh! Nnnngh!!"
The instant the needle burrowed in, veins bulged on Saeko's face. It wasn't the nipple—it was plunging straight through raw flesh. Blood beaded along the path it carved.
Of course, it didn't stop until it fully pierced the skin.
"Perfect. Looks beautiful."
Beautiful? It made no sense, but pain overwhelmed any coherent thought. Even after enduring the searing agony of her initial hot-awl piercings, this was far more intense—her mind went blank, white-hot.
Please... stop... The plea rose to her throat. The gag kept it trapped inside. Saliva pooled from the pain, soaking the gag and dribbling down.
The needles multiplied slowly.
"Kaaaaagh!"
With each new needle sinking into her breast, Saeko convulsed. Soon, her udders bristled like a porcupine, holes weeping blood. Cheers erupted.
Those breasts, pierced with countless needles yet holding their defiant shape unbroken—that alone proved Saeko's worth. Tears streamed from agony, matched by rivulets of blood.
Now, only the bidding remained.
"Bidding starts now."
At the auctioneer's declaration, placards shot up immediately.
"Over here! Five million yen!"
"You think that'll cut it? Ten million from me!"
Livestock auctions typically topped out at a few tens of millions of yen. Hitting ten million on the second bid was exceptionally rare. Once competition ignited, the price skyrocketed predictably.
"Twenty million!"
"Thirty!"
"Fifty!!"
The bid had already shattered the day's high. For just the second auction, it was blisteringly fast—proof of Saeko's allure.
But no one expected it to end there. The auction house's whales hadn't stirred yet.
First came the old man who had refused earlier. After eyeing Saeko intently while gripping his cane, he quietly raised his placard.
The moment the amount registered, the room froze solid.
300 Million Yen.
It casually doubled the current high of 130 million yen—more than that, really. From here on, few could even participate. The stakes had ballooned too massively.
"Three hundred million is a bit..."
Those who'd been bidding furiously began dropping out one by one. No matter how tempting the slave, they deemed her not worth three hundred million.
And the one who spoke up was none other than Yamaguchi.
"Five hundred million."
"......?!!"
"F-Five hundred?"
The old man whipped his head around, his gaze clashing with Yamaguchi's. It was a clash of monsters.
"Mr. Yamaguchi, isn't that overreaching?"
Addressing someone by name during an auction was typically rude. The old man knew that full well, so calling him out meant he was quite pissed.
"......Hoh."
"If you're going to try, go ahead. But I must have that livestock."
"Fine. One billion yen."
The stakes doubled again, sending murmurs rippling through the room.
"One point one billion."
"......You really want to do this?"
At that moment, a sharply dressed man rushed to the old man's side and whispered urgently. After hearing the report, the old man grimaced briefly, then nodded.
"I'll yield."