Livestock Prison (18)
A warehouse-like space shrouded in total darkness. Suddenly, the lights blazed on.
Under the blinding glare, Saeko dangled in midair, her wrists and ankles bound tight. Her full breasts thrust forward in utter exposure, her wretched bondage a true spectacle.
Clap, clap, clap. Accompanied by sharp, ear-piercing applause, a man with an eyepatch over one eye approached. His brutish face belonged to none other than Yamaguchi.
"...Damn bitch, you dog of a whore!"
Yamaguchi's foot shot up, slamming into Saeko's abdomen with brutal force.
"Guhk... guhk."
The impact left her gasping for air. Tears welled in her eyes, saliva drooling from her lips. Was it the agony ripping through her gut from the kick? Her breaths came in ragged heaves.
Of course, Yamaguchi's hands didn't stop with Saeko right there before him. Thwack, thud. The blows kept landing, one after another. Each time, her face twisted in torment.
Once his tantrum finally ebbed, Yamaguchi prodded her battered, limp abdomen and sneered.
"Should've just stayed put and lived easy here. Then you wouldn't be in this mess."
Ptoo. Saeko spat a glob of Yamaguchi's sticky saliva right back at him.
"Hah."
Wiping the spit from his eyepatch with a rough swipe, Yamaguchi grinned.
"Yeah, that's more like it. No point pretending to go easy on you anyway."
He wrenched her mouth open wide—stretched to the tearing point.
"Shouldn't you clean up your own spit?"
His fingers jammed down her throat to the uvula, triggering violent retches. But Yamaguchi pressed on, shoving deeper along her gullet.
"Urk... uwaaagh."
Saliva gushed up her throat. Her airway constricted, breath faltering.
"Kek... kehk."
Just as suffocation's agony began to set in, Yamaguchi yanked his fingers free.
"Lucky you. You'll have tubes shoved that deep for the rest of your life."
"...What?"
No answer came. Instead, a thick blindfold smothered her vision. Her mouth was gagged next. With a jolt, her body lifted and lurched away.
That was Saeko's last memory before blacking out.
When she awoke, dank dampness clung to the air. Twitch. Something—an unknown touch—probed between her legs.
"Hngh!"
A slimy, suction-cup sensation swept through her crotch, sending shivers wracking her body.
"Not bad at all."
"Shaking like that? She's awake."
Strangers' voices echoed, and harsh light stabbed her eyes.
"...Ummph."
The gag muffled her words into incoherence. As the glare faded, men in full-body hazmat suits filled her view.
"Eyes are open."
"Yeah? Drag her over."
One grabbed her face roughly, hauling her along. The destination revealed a shocking sight.
Women hung airborne like carcasses in a slaughterhouse, legs bound and hoisted high. Men appeared occasionally, but women dominated by far.
Conveyed slowly along the belt, their conditions were pitiable: faces blindfolded, bodies scarred everywhere. Less like people, more like cargo in transit.
Saeko was no different. Her body joined the conveyor, inching forward in turn.
The first station bristled with coarse brushes. Ice-cold water soaked her; then the bristles scourged her skin. Flesh-tearing pain as they "washed" her.
It hurts... Tears trickled free.
Post-wash, the rail slowed. Ahead stood men wielding grotesque tools. One with plier-like tongs lifted them as Saeko neared.
Snap. The tongs clamped her nipple, yanking viciously. Ripping agony flipped her eyes back; piss leaked uncontrollably.
"Aw, we just cleaned her, and she pisses again."
"Told you to go easy."
"Easy for what? It's just decoration anyway."
"True enough."
Decoration? What did that mean? Saeko couldn't process it yet.
Before comprehension dawned, the tongs crushed her clit, swelling the area blood-red. Agony surged. No time to swallow tears before tools branded her flesh—piercing, burning, stinging everywhere.
As the pain ebbed, her lower belly bloated full. Urethra, pussy, asshole—dildos rammed in without mercy, side by side.
"Nnghaaa!"
Electric jolts made her quiver. But it didn't end there. Her gag came off, followed by a voice like stark menace.
"Process her now?"
"Already? Better enjoy her first."
"Maybe."
Incomprehensible words amid her exhaustion. Then—a floaty illusion, followed by a drop to the floor. Still lost, the men swarmed her.
Gag gone, she could scream. But only shrieks emerged. Pure screams.
"Kyaaaaagh!"
Dozens of swollen cocks closed in. No room for resistance in her bonds. They plunged her mouth relentlessly. Even as cum-foam coated her, it dragged on—eyes, mouth, nostrils invaded.
"Eeurgh... krrgh."
Her belly swelled like a balloon from the flood; she cried out hoarsely.
"...P-please, just a break..."
No mercy, of course. Lower than livestock—that was Saeko's path now.
"Haaht... haaah... aaang."
Dozens already churning her insides. Public toilet didn't begin to cover it.
"Remember, Saeko. Your body isn't yours anymore."
Bullshit, she thought. But escape was impossible. Squelch. Fingers burrowed her ass.
"Ughaaaah!"
Mind-shattering pain; it was already grotesquely swollen. Slap, slap. Ass-whacks persisted, welts purpling to crimson.
Tears streamed. She'd thought she'd grown numb to subhuman treatment—but worse awaited.
"Remember, your body is just a toy for all of us to service from now on."
She hated admitting it, but hearing those words stirred a twisted satisfaction. Her battered body began yielding, inching into the livestock mold.
"This can't be the end. From now on, Saeko, you're a real decorative toy."
"...What're you—"
Icy metal pierced her pussy.
"...Ugh."
Stinging cold pain as it drove endlessly deep.
"Wh-what'd you put in me?"
Her body answered for itself.
"Grrraaaargh!!!!"
Sudden, body-wide electrocution. Veins aflame in sizzling torment; she clenched her teeth through it.
As the shocks faded, Saeko collapsed, shallow breaths shuddering her frame. The men pinched noses, mocking her.
"Get why you're a toy now? Stay like that—pure decoration."
Undeniable electric shock. Saeko couldn't grasp the full horror. Simple reason: an electrode impaled past her pussy lips. A button outside sent current surging through her innards—searing agony like nothing before.
"...P-please, spare me."
"Feeling like living now? Doesn't change that you gouged my eye."
Yamaguchi approached from afar, teeth bared in a grin.
"..."
Crackle-zzt. Current ripped through again. Saeko convulsed, rolling on the floor.
"Apologize properly, and maybe I'll let it slide. Last chance."
As his finger hovered over the button, Saeko shrieked.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry...!"
Words tumbled out in frantic repeat. Her will shattered utterly. Watching one woman crumble like this? Pure delight for Yamaguchi.