The Way Livestock Eats
Lee Ah-young crouched inside the house, completely naked. In the cramped confines of the doghouse, a beautiful woman huddled with her knees drawn to her chest. Through the wide-open door, her pure white naked body lay exposed to view.
Livestock…
By now, Lee Ah-young had come to accept the fact that she herself was livestock. Immersed in sorrow, she let her imagination drift. She pictured herself as the tragic heroine of some story. The prince on a white horse who would one day appear. The maiden waiting for him. She cast herself in that role.
Lee Ah-young… a tragic maiden awaiting her prince? The old Lee Ah-young would never have entertained such a fantasy. She had never been the girl who waited for a prince on a white horse. She had been the hero who rode a fiery steed. And not just any hero—an impossibly beautiful one.
Ah-young’s values were beginning to fracture. The flawless Lee Ah-young, the woman who had taken such pride in herself, was dissolving into thin air. Had she truly become nothing more than a fragile girl, waiting helplessly for a prince and praying for a miracle?
“Haa…” Her stomach growled. She let out a long sigh. And she was hungry. When had she last eaten anything? The breakfast the man had given her before the courtroom… that had been the last time. She had eaten nothing since. Only now, after all this time, had the hunger finally caught up with her?
Even while she had been inside the building moments ago, she had felt no hunger at all. But suddenly an overwhelming emptiness crashed over her. I really am a pathetic bitch. To feel hungry in a situation like this…
The building door opened. Footsteps approached, accompanied by the sound of a man and woman chatting casually. Step. Step. Step. Step. The footsteps belonged to the “doctor teachers” who had inflicted such unbearable shame on her. Ah-young held her breath, terrified they might discover her huddled inside the doghouse. She froze completely, afraid the chain on her collar might rattle.
Those three people who had touched her body at will and treated her like genuine livestock. Were they even real doctors? She never wanted to see them again. Their voices and footsteps faded into the distance. They had left the area.
But Kang Ju-hyeok did not come out of the building. She wished he would disappear like the other three. Whenever Kang Ju-hyeok approached her, it always signaled fresh torment. She had sensed that he had shown her the slightest bit of consideration, and she knew he was the only one who could clear her name, yet none of that changed the fact that he remained a figure of pure terror to her.
Ah-young was cold and hungry. Yet the only person who could relieve her cold and hunger was, pessimistically, Kang Ju-hyeok alone. No matter how difficult things became, no girl would ever wait for a monstrous villain. Perhaps it would be better to simply endure the cold and hunger. That suffering felt more human than facing the man and enduring humiliation while naked.
She imagined herself as a homeless person collapsed on the street. Those vagrants must be cold and hungry too, just like her right now. At least they would be better off. They would never have to crouch naked inside a doghouse the way she did.
More time passed. Then the man appeared before her. Thud. Thud. Thud. Kang Ju-hyeok approached her little house carrying something.
…It smells… delicious…
“Ah-young. It’s mealtime. Would you come out, please?”
The villain had come to the tragic heroine. He stood right in front of her doghouse. Ah-young unfolded her curled body and crawled out. Resisting or refusing would only bring the obvious result: horrific electric shocks. Though the obedience had been forced on her, she had become far more compliant than in the beginning.
The moment she emerged, she instinctively tried to cover her breasts and genitals with her hands. Being the only one naked in front of a fully dressed man never got any easier. Ah-young looked up at him. This time he had brought several items. The most prominent was the frying pan in his hand. Steam rose gently from it; clearly it contained food.
“You must be hungry, Ah-young.”
The man smiled as he set the frying pan on the ground directly in front of her. Inside was egg fried rice—enough to feed at least three people, the pan heaped full.
Ah-young stared at it. She swallowed hard. The aroma pierced her nose. The warm colors assaulted her eyes. She had gone without food for so long. She had thought she could endure the hunger, but seeing the meal right in front of her made it almost impossible to bear.
Have you already forgotten the terrible shame you felt earlier? You’re still tied up naked outdoors like a dog, and now you’re thinking about food? Why are you hungry at a time like this? Do you want to give up being human? Do you really want to become livestock? Just because the bowl is on the floor instead of a table?
Her reason condemned her for staring so pathetically at the rice. It screamed at her to reject the meal the villain had brought. But the primal instinct of appetite refused to fade.
It… looks… so good…
She swallowed again. The man saw it and burst out laughing.
“Hahaha! Ah-young, you really are hungry.”
He set down the small folding chair he had carried out with the food, opened it, and sat down, crossing his legs. Though it was a compact chair and sat low to the ground, it looked comfortable. Certainly far more comfortable than Ah-young sitting on the bare earth.
“If you had refused the meal, I intended to keep applying electric shocks until you ate. But it seems our Ah-young is quite famished.”
Ah-young’s face burned. The fact that she had to remain naked before him was still mortifying, yet the way she had stared at the food on the ground—as he had pointed out—made her feel utterly pathetic.
“I will now explain the dining etiquette you must learn. You must be hungry, but please be patient for just a moment. You can manage that much, can’t you? After all, among livestock you are the closest thing to a human being.”
His words treated her completely as livestock. The consideration she thought she had sensed from him earlier had been an illusion. A man like this would never feel any genuine consideration for her. Shame flushed her face, and beneath it, anger began to rise. But attacking him would change nothing. No one knew that better than Ah-young.
She quietly clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white.
“When eating, you will of course not be allowed to use utensils like a person.”
Ah-young’s expression stiffened further as she listened.
“You will eat only with your mouth, like a dog. Because Lee Ah-young is livestock.”
The man sat with his legs crossed, smiling confidently. To Ah-young, his words sounded like an order to abandon her humanity. Naked, she sat on the ground before him, desperately covering her breasts and pubic hair with her hands. Her wretched posture stood in stark contrast to his relaxed demeanor. She looked infinitely pathetic.
Tears threatened to spill from her eyes again. She couldn’t even eat rice comfortably. Without a spoon? Like a dog?
“I will now demonstrate the proper ‘eating posture.’ Ah-young, turn your buttocks toward me, kneel, and bow down.”
“…Yes…?”
Her eyes were already glistening with tears. She already looked pitiful and miserable enough. Yet the man intended to make her even more wretched.
“My… my buttocks… why… why…?”
“Since when have you been allowed to question me, Lee Ah-young?”
His previously smiling face was hardening. That expression… it’s the signal for the electric shock…
Ah-young quickly turned her rear toward him. Then, exactly as ordered, she knelt on the bare ground and prostrated herself. She flattened her body completely, buttocks still pointed at the man.
“Good. Now, from that position, lift only your hips.”
“Kh… khup…”
What he was demanding was horrific. She was already presenting her ass to him—if she lifted it higher, her most private and shameful places would be completely exposed to his gaze once again.
A single tear finally slipped from Ah-young’s eye and fell onto the dirt. Then, powerlessly, slowly, she straightened her knees while still bowed, raising her hips high into the air.
“Spread your legs wider. Lower your waist as much as possible. Imagine showing me everything between your thighs.”
“Kuuu…”
Naked, she prostrated on the bare ground like a supplicant. Then she lifted her hips high, spread her legs, and pushed her waist down. As her back arched, her pussy tilted upward and spread open, thrust backward toward him. Her face hovered just above the dirt. It was an utterly humiliating posture. Ah-young’s body trembled.
With her ass held high, the pose naturally parted her cheeks. Between the two firm, snowy-white globes, her clean pink pussy and tight anus were fully displayed toward the sky. The pubic hair covering her crotch also fanned upward. On either side of the exposed flesh, the two tattoos on her buttocks stood out clearly—the Brand of Livestock and the humiliating vagina-and-pubic-hair design—decorating both cheeks like obscene ornaments.
It resembled a yoga “cat pose,” yet performed naked on the bare ground while presenting her ass to a man, it was nothing more than a posture of degradation. A pose that forced a woman to feel endless waves of humiliation and shame.
“Now move both hands behind your back.”
Still bowed, Ah-young moved her hands behind her as though standing at ease. The moment the hands that had supported her upper body disappeared, her lovely face was pressed directly into the dirt.
“Uuuup!”
Her pure white cheek rubbed against soil and grass. Her upper body bent fully forward, her large breasts hung down under gravity and pressed against the ground. Half of each breast and her nipples scraped against the earth. Her snowy face and breasts kissed the dirty ground. The feeling was beyond miserable. It was utterly despairing.
The man rose from his chair.
“Since you may not use your hands, I’ll assist you.”
He approached and snapped handcuffs onto her wrists behind her back. Click. Click. Then he slid the frying pan over to where her face now rested. After that, he returned to his chair, crossed his legs again, and sat comfortably. His satisfied gaze traveled over her wide hips, pale buttocks, and slender waist.
Lee Ah-young’s perfect body was beautiful even from behind. He admired the two tattoos he had personally branded onto her once more. The filthy “lush pubic hair” design on her right cheek especially pleased him. Naturally, her exposed pussy and anus were also delightful eye candy.
While the man relaxed, Ah-young trembled violently, desperately suppressing waves of humiliation and shame. Her meal sat right in front of her face. The delicious aroma rose directly into her nostrils. The hunger had not vanished. Yet in this position she could not summon the slightest desire to eat.
Her face was pressed into the dirt. Her unnecessarily large breasts dragged across the ground. Behind her, the man was surely staring straight at her pussy and asshole. Naked, hands bound, supporting her weight on her face, she had willingly thrust her ass toward him.
Aah… what… what have I become…?
Recalling her own wretched state, endless shame and despair washed over her. In the end, she could no longer hold back her tears. Sorrow swallowed her whole.
“Kuuuk… heuuk… heuuk… heuk…”
Ah-young broke into open sobs. The man, watching her, only looked more delighted.
“This is your ‘eating posture,’ Ah-young. There are a few more rules I must teach you. Listen carefully.”
She continued rubbing her cheek and breasts against the ground as she cried. It was impossible to tell whether she was actually listening, but the man went on.
“Every evening at mealtime, you will present your buttocks exactly like this and eat using only your mouth, like a dog. While you eat, I will enjoy the sight of this beautiful rear view. Remember this posture and this situation clearly. You will eat your dinner in exactly this way every single day from now on.”
“Heuuk… heuuung… heuuk… huk…”
Tears poured down her face. She tried desperately to stifle her sobs even as she cried. Her pure white naked body shook with each sob, and every tremor made her feel the rough texture of the ground against every place it touched.
“Now eat nicely, Ah-young. I prepared it myself with great care. You are not allowed to leave anything. Not a single grain of rice. Only when every last bit is gone will the meal be over.”
“Kuheup! Kuheup!”
She had heard the command to eat, yet she could not stop crying. In the midst of such misery, stopping her tears was nearly impossible. When she opened her mouth to sob, dirt and dust from the ground entered it. Her hips remained raised high while her upper body lay collapsed against the earth. To eat in this position, she would have to bury her face in the frying pan.
Even the beginning of the meal—pressing her face into the food—was something she could not yet do.
“Heuuk… kuuuuk… hu… huaaang!”
Lee Ah-young drowned in grief. Yet even as sorrow consumed her, her raised hips never lowered. Was it the instinct of livestock, or simply terror of the man?
“Huaaaaaang! Huaa… eoeok?”
While she struggled with her tears in a dazed haze, a hand suddenly seized her hair and yanked her head upward.
“Ku… kuheup… kuuuk…”
The man lifted her by the hair, moved the frying pan directly beneath her face, and shoved her head down into the food.
“Eat. If you don’t finish everything, you will remain like this forever. Weren’t you hungry, Lee Ah-young? I even helped you. How can you fail to eat when it’s given to you?”
“Kuheup! Kuheup! Kek! Collock! Collock!”
Her face had been suddenly plunged into the rice. She coughed violently, spitting out grains. Ah-young turned her head to look at the man. He wore an expression of pure bliss. That crazy bastard… that inhuman monster…
“Why are you spitting it out? Come now, eat it deliciously.”
Though she still could not stop crying, Ah-young forced the fried rice into her mouth. Her entire face was pressed into the food. Simply opening her lips caused rice to slide inside. The oil coated her cheeks, forehead, and nose. She had no attention to spare for how filthy she looked.
“Kuheup… heuuk…”
Munch. Munch. Munch.Slurp. Slurp. Gravel and dirt from her cheek mixed with the rice and were chewed together. She could neither taste the food nor think about its flavor. Hunger no longer mattered. She simply had to eat. There was food before her and the man had ordered her to eat. So she ate. She chewed and swallowed by force.
It was an unbearably miserable mealtime. She hated herself for having felt hungry. The sight of herself eating like this made her feel as though the woman called Lee Ah-young was falling endlessly into the abyss.
The man returned to his chair and resumed admiring her perfect lower body and exposed pussy. The obscene sight of her ass spread toward him was truly vulgar. Every time tension entered her body, her pussy and anus twitched visibly.
“Hmm… perhaps I should trim that pubic hair…”
Ah-young kept her face buried in the pan, mechanically chewing and swallowing. Munch. Munch. “Hup… heup…” Gulp… gulp.
During Lee Ah-young’s evening meal, the world was silent except for the sounds of the beautiful, once-proud woman eating. Gulp. Gulp! “Kheup, kuheuuup!” Smack! “Heuk… heuk…”