The Ultimate Punishment
"Please... please don't do this..."
I killed people. I felt no regret for what I'd done—those bastards had deserved to die. But the judge clearly didn't see it that way. Because I refused to show even a shred of remorse until the very end, I was handed the single worst punishment that existed.
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I was hurled to the floor along with the strange liquid that had been encasing me, something thick and amniotic. "Kehk." When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a dim, cramped concrete cell. "Ugh... ugh..." Looking down, I found a small, pale body—nothing like the one I'd known. Just like that, I had become a woman. My life was truly over now. Only then did the reality sink in.
A short while later, a woman in glasses and a dark uniform stepped into the room. "...No. 30. Follow me." "... " "I'll show you where you'll be staying from now on." She turned and walked back the way she'd come. I forced my trembling legs to move and trailed after her down the long corridor. After several minutes, bright light washed over us both. Beyond it lay countless iron bars—and behind them, dozens of women staring straight at me.
Then the guard's hand clamped down on my shoulder. She seized me roughly and hurled me into the center of the prison yard. "Agh!" "...Tch." The guard clicked her tongue at the sight of me sprawled on the floor, then strode out through the massive door on the opposite side. The moment she was gone, the door began to slide shut with a heavy groan.
There I sat in the middle of the yard, surrounded on all sides by iron bars. Moments later a siren wailed and red lights began to flash. The bars swung open in unison. "Hey, this one's actually different, right?" "Yeah. At this point she's basically idol-tier, isn't she?" "Hah, she's gonna taste amazing." The voices belonged to the women stepping out one by one, all of them eyeing me. "Think the Big Sister will want a bite too?" "Who knows?"
What the hell were they talking about? Were these people cannibals? Even if they were criminals, surely they wouldn't actually— "Mmm... Let's just take her and find out." The blonde woman at the front spoke, then strode straight toward me. She seized my arm hard enough to break it and yanked. "Ugh." "Hurry up." When I hesitated from the pain, she glared and pulled even harder. With my newly weakened body, I couldn't resist the strength of a single hand.
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She dragged me to the highest level of the prison, to a room whose side walls had been knocked out so it connected to the neighboring cells. They can just remodel the cells however they want? The result was a space three times larger than the others. Inside, a woman lay on her side with her back to the entrance, reading something. The blonde shoved me into the room and called out, "Big Sister! Look at this one!"
Without even turning, the woman called Big Sister answered flatly, "I don't eat." "But this one's really different! You have to see her face at least." "Different how? Every TS brat is the same once you get down to it." "Fine, then don't eat. We'll just share her ourselves, no problem, right?" Still facing away, the woman waved a hand as if telling us to get lost. The blonde started toward me again to drag me out.
My mind raced through the conversation I'd just overheard. The woman called Big Sister had to be the strongest person here. I was about to be "eaten." And Big Sister had no interest in me. I didn't know exactly what "eating" meant, but this was the prison that housed the world's worst female criminals. Cannibalism wasn't out of the question. If I wanted to survive—if I wanted to avoid being eaten—what could I do? There were only two choices: follow the blonde and be eaten for certain, or beg Big Sister for help. The first option meant certain violation. So there was only one path left.
I shouted at once. "Hey!" "...?" Big Sister's hand paused mid-page. "P-please help me!" The blonde grabbed a fistful of my hair. "This crazy bitch..." "Ugh!" "You're dead later." She started dragging me away. "Aah! It hurts!"
The more she yanked me around and cursed, the angrier I became. I hadn't done anything since arriving, so why was she treating me like this? And where the hell were the guards? Were they really just going to let me die? Still facing away, she kept hauling me with one hand. Chomp—! I bit down on her arm with everything I had. She flung me to the floor and screamed. "Agh! You fucking bitch!" I scrambled up and sprinted in the opposite direction. I didn't know where I was going, only that getting caught meant death.
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Of course I didn't get far. With no idea of the prison's layout and this feeble new body, escape was impossible. ...So this is how I die. The blonde led the pack; countless women closed in around me. Some were tall, some short, some older, some young. Their only common traits were that they were all women—and all strikingly beautiful. "Who wants to go first?" the blonde asked, glancing around. "Little Sister should have the honor. She pulled some sneaky shit earlier." "I don't mind." "Me neither!" More of the same followed until the blonde laughed. "Fine. I'll go first, then."
She began stripping off her clothes one piece at a time. ...Stripping? She reached me completely naked. "...Huh?" Only then did I understand what "eat" really meant. She was going to rape me. "U-ugh!" Two women had already grabbed my arms from behind and pinned me. "Haa... It's okay. I'll be gentle." The blonde approached as though she'd been waiting for this moment. She seized the front of my prison uniform with both hands and tore it open in one motion. "Hah, stop! Don't!"
She glanced at the name tag still clinging to the torn fabric. "No. 30, No. 30... Hmm, was No. 30 called Ayeon? Not bad." "Agh! Please let go!" "From now on your name is Ayeon. Got it?" She climbed on top of me. "Haa... Be a good girl and take it once, and I'll forget about the bite." Her face drew closer. Just as her lips were about to meet mine— "Wait a second." A quiet voice drifted down from above. The blonde froze and looked up. "Big Sister?" Beyond the swaying blonde hair, Big Sister stood on the railing, gazing down. Her long white hair fluttered as she leapt from what looked like the fifth floor. Thump. The landing was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Step aside." "B-but you said you weren't eating." The blonde frowned. As Big Sister approached, the other women parted like the Red Sea. "Move." "Tch..." The blonde shifted aside. Big Sister came to me and lifted my chin. "This is one of the TS ones?" "She didn't have a name, so yeah. Anyone who arrives with just a number is TS." "Mmm..." Big Sister kept holding my chin in silence until the blonde grew impatient. "So are you gonna fuck her or not?" Big Sister glanced around, then spoke carefully. "...Fine. I'll do it." "Huh? Really?" "Yeah. This one might actually be worth it." "...Whatever." I'd thought that graceful descent meant she was saving me. Apparently not. In the end they were all the same. "Her name's Ayeon?" "Yeah, I gave it to her. What do you think?" "Suits her." As she spoke, Big Sister placed her hand on my lower abdomen. ...Was I really about to be raped like this? No... I didn't want my first time taken this way. "Please... please don't..." But despite my pleas, her slender fingers slid slowly downward until they reached the place between my legs.