The Wretched Livestock Is Punished
‘Dinner time’ had ended.
It was late that night, well past midnight.
—
“Ah-young! You passed!”
“Whoa, Lee Ah-young! You’re a Seoul National University student now? That’s insane!”
“Hey… it was obvious. Of course you’d get in.”
Her friends burst into laughter, congratulating her on passing the exam.
Ah-young let out a small smirk.
There isn’t a single girl here prettier than me. No one with a better body, more money, or better grades. These kids all want to look good in front of me. They feel so far beneath me.
Being congratulated by them didn’t feel particularly good. Still, she had to smile. She wanted to be perfect. They liked her, after all. There was no need to draw a harsh line.
“Hey! Since you got into Seoul National, I’m treating everyone to steak today!”
“For real?”
“Isn’t that expensive?”
“Come on, Ah-young’s family is loaded.”
The kids clung to her, laughing. Normally she would have forced herself to act nice, but today… for some reason, it didn’t feel bad at all.
She smiled brightly, genuinely happy.
—
Splashhhhh!
“Hoooot!”
I was supposed to go eat with my friends… wasn’t I…?
Splashhhhh!
Bucket after bucket of water was hurled over Ah-young’s body.
“Puhhh! Puhhh!”
She woke from the dream, drenched.
But she still wasn’t fully awake. The disconnect between the dream and reality—two completely different worlds—left her disoriented.
Splashhhhh!
“Uuuup!”
The relentless cascade of cold water rapidly chased away her drowsiness. She was soaked from head to toe, streams of water dripping from her hair. She couldn’t even open her eyes properly.
She tried to wipe her face with her hands.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Her arms wouldn’t move. Both wrists were lifted high and locked rigidly in place. It wasn’t just her hands—her entire body refused to obey her will.
Only then did she realize the grotesque pose she was trapped in.
She shook her head violently like a dog, flinging water from her hair, then forced her soaked eyes open.
After enduring ‘dinner time,’ Ah-young’s mind had been nearly paralyzed. Only raw instinct and the desperate will to survive remained. Her instincts, saturated with endless pain, violently rejected any return to consciousness. They wanted to flee back to that beautiful dream world.
Lee Ah-young’s sanity was already half-shattered.
But the merciless buckets of water refused to allow any escape.
Her senses returned, slowly but forcibly. Her reason, though not fully intact, was dragged back against its will.
Ah-young squinted, lifted her head, and looked down at herself.
The first thing she saw were her own large breasts. They were beautiful, yet perpetually exposed and slightly sagging. The sight felt utterly pitiful.
For Ah-young, the nightmare of being unable to maintain her sanity continued without pause.
The room she was in was pitch dark, but a harsh spotlight shone only on her, illuminating her and the immediate area around her. The entire space—walls, furniture, everything—was made of cold metal. Nothing but dark, freezing objects filled the chamber. It looked like a medieval European torture dungeon.
The fear buried in her instincts roared back to life.
Yet the true source of terror wasn’t just the room’s horrific design.
Ah-young was restrained in an unimaginably cruel and humiliating position for any woman.
She was completely naked. Both thighs were spread to their absolute limit and locked in place. The restraints allowed not even a millimeter of movement. A matching metal band clamped around her waist, pinning it completely immobile. Her arms were stretched high above her head in a forced ‘victory’ pose.
She was spread wide open, utterly immobilized.
Her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled, fully exposed to the front. And the most private, most precious parts she wanted to hide—her pussy and anus—were spread obscenely toward whoever stood before her.
It was a position designed to inflict humiliation far beyond anything a woman could imagine.
—
“Uuuuuuuugh!”
Splashhhhhh!
Another bucket of water slammed into her.
Someone in front of her kept hurling water at her body. Memory flooded back.
I… I suffered terrible humiliation at the hands of a man named Kang Ju-hyeok… and passed out. My mind completely shut down. That feeling… it would have been better to die.
But why was there still no rest?
Just kill me… I’d rather have woken up naked and chained in the dog kennel.
Reality was far worse.
Splash!
“Pu-puheeeep!”
“You’re awake now, Miss Ah-young.”
She spat out the water that had flooded her mouth and shook the streams from her face. Forcing her eyes fully open, her gaze met the man standing before her once again—Kang Ju-hyeok, that demonic bastard.
“Huuuuuugh…”
In her happy dream, she had been the girl who just received her Seoul National University acceptance letter. The girl who was about to treat her friends to an expensive steak dinner.
But with every bucket of water that struck her, the despairing reality before her eyes became clearer. Her face rapidly twisted into an expression of pure terror. The shame of her nudity was secondary; she was drowning in absolute fear.
Her arms and legs were spread wide, every intimate part on full display. She was completely restrained—unable to flee, unable to resist. And the man standing before her was the most horrific devil of all, crueler than anyone else.
After the ‘table manners’ training had already torn her mind to shreds, this new terror was almost impossible to endure.
“Kuhuuuuup!”
Yet to the man, Ah-young’s terrified face was nothing but pleasure.
Kang Ju-hyeok slowly scanned her body and spoke in his usual calm tone.
“During dinner time, you refused to eat the meal I prepared myself and dumped it all in the yard.”
He smiled brightly.
Every part of Ah-young’s body that wasn’t locked in place began to shake violently.
“I-I-I’m… s-s-sorry… I’m sorry…”
I didn’t dump the food. You were the one who kept fingering my pussy and pushing me to the brink.
Of all the expressions the man had seen on her face so far, this was the most pathetic. Not a single trace of hope remained in her trembling voice. The endless shame and fear had shattered her mind. The cold water had forcibly dragged her back to awareness, but the thread of her sanity was barely holding on, ready to snap at any moment.
There was a limit to how long cold water could keep her lucid.
“It’s all right. It’s not that serious. I told you during Basic Posture training, didn’t I? If you fail to properly follow instructions, orders, or assignments, you simply receive punishment. Mistakes during everyday life are not major offenses. Once the punishment is over, I will treat all of it as if it never happened. I will forgive everything.”
Punishment?
Then what had all those previous torments been?
Everything this man had done to her, every command he had given—those were all just everyday life?
The acts he had forced upon her were horrific violations no woman should ever endure: being collared like a dog, crouching naked in a kennel, spreading her legs in front of strangers while they measured her pussy and nipples, convulsing from electric shocks, eating like an animal while her cunt was violated. All of it—those degrading, sexual crimes—had been nothing more than normal instructions and homework?
Then what in the world was actual punishment?
Was there something even worse than those horrors?
“Kuhuuuuuuup!”
Goosebumps erupted across her entire body.
Everything terrible that had been done to her until now was simply the ‘daily life’ between this man and her—the ordinary routine of the Special Livestock known as Lee Ah-young.
Could she really endure three years of this?
Could she survive those acts for three full years and actually return to a normal life?
The fear grew even stronger. The fragile thread of sanity she had been clinging to began to fray once more.
“In any case, today’s punishment is for two things: lying to me during Basic Posture training, and throwing away the meal I took great care to prepare. In other words, it may become a combined, or aggravated, punishment.”
“Kup! Kuuuup!”
At the word ‘punishment,’ Ah-young’s whole body began to tremble so violently it was visible from a distance. The restraints around her wrists rattled loudly.
Kang Ju-hyeok brought over a chair and sat down directly between her spread legs, right in front of her exposed crotch. Once seated, his eyes were positioned perfectly level with her helplessly displayed pussy.
“First, I’ll clean your pussy thoroughly, Miss Ah-young.”
Her entire body shook. Though her thighs and waist were completely immobilized, her buttocks and the delicate flesh of her pussy and anus trembled faintly.
Again… again… my precious pussy… treated so casually…
Ah-young squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain she knew was coming. Her most sensitive, vulnerable place was once again being turned into the man’s plaything.
He dipped his hand into the water bucket, then pressed the wet palm against her pussy. Spreading his fingers, he began to rub her folds vigorously, as if washing a dirty rag.
Splash! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of wet flesh being scrubbed filled the room.
“Kup! Kup! Kup! Kuuuup!”
His wet palm scraped across every inch of her pussy. Whenever the water ran off, he wet his hand again and repeated the motion. The soft, delicate flesh of her pussy rubbed harshly against his rough hand, producing wet, obscene sounds.
“Kuuuuuup!”
Every stroke drew a pained moan from her. Her fragile genitals were too sensitive to withstand such intense friction. At the same time, her anus twitched visibly. Kang Ju-hyeok noticed every tiny spasm and smirked. The sight of a wretched woman’s asshole clenching was always entertaining.
After roughly rinsing her pussy, he grabbed both of her outer labia and spread them wide.
Riiip!
“Kuuuuuaaaaaaaaagh!!!”
Ah-young screamed, her body shaking harder from the shame, but the man paid no attention. He peeled her thick brownish labia apart, exposing the soft, pale pink inner flesh. Even without any arousal, her inner folds glistened obscenely.
He leaned in close and dragged his tongue across the entire exposed area.
Lick. Lick. Sluuuuurp.
“Kuuuuuuup! Uuuuuuuagh!”
The mere act of being licked sent strange screams tearing from her throat. Her body convulsed—perhaps ‘seizure’ was a more accurate word. Every time his tongue touched her, the reaction grew more violent. Kang Ju-hyeok savored each twitch.
“Pff…”
He then pushed a finger inside her pussy and began stirring her inner walls, just as he had during ‘dinner time.’
“Kup! Kup! Uuuuuugh! N-no… no…”
The sensation of his thick finger inside her was unbearable. Shame and despair flooded her mind completely.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
Her tattered psyche could no longer endure the feeling or the situation. She had no courage left to face the ‘punishment’ that was coming. The terror and humiliation were too much.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuugh…”
Once again, the thread of her sanity snapped completely.
(Thud!)
He withdrew his finger and examined it, checking for any sign of wetness. There was none.
“Huuugh… huuuuuugh!”
“Perfect. Well done, Miss Lee Ah-young. I commend you.”
While Ah-young’s mind had completely fled, Kang Ju-hyeok’s face only grew more satisfied.
“You should at least say thank you, Miss Ah-young.”
“Y-ye…ess… th-thank… you… thank…”
Even her pussy trembled inside. Her face showed no trace of sanity. If this punishment continued, her mind might break beyond repair.
She mustn’t break completely…
He felt a slight concern, but he had no intention of stopping.
“Today’s punishment will be a Clitoris Massage.”
He smiled as he spoke, but Ah-young simply stared into empty space with fear-glazed eyes. There was no focus left. The reason of the woman named Lee Ah-young had vanished. Only a miserable, broken twenty-four-year-old creature driven by instinct remained.
“Hmm… I would appreciate it if you responded to everything I say. Otherwise, the punishment will be aggravated.”
“Cl… clit… oris… ma… massage…”
“You’re simply repeating after me now? Correct. I will now give your clitoris a nice, refreshing massage.”
Apparently pleased by her response, Kang Ju-hyeok smiled even wider.
“Since you don’t become aroused at all in situations like this, this punishment may end up being particularly intense.”
“A… aroused… punishment…”
It seemed her mind had truly broken. She kept echoing fragments of his words. Kang Ju-hyeok realized her sanity had completely severed.
He made an amused face, then seemed to remember something.
“Hmm… punishment should be received with a clear mind. That is the only way it truly counts as punishment.”
“Pu… punishment… clear…”
“In this state, it would be meaningless. Miss Ah-young… please wait a moment. I will help you.”
Kang Ju-hyeok stood and walked to a large appliance against the wall. He opened the door with a heavy clunk, retrieved two small objects, and returned to her.
“…Sc… scary…”
To Ah-young, the man approaching her looked like a real demon. Her mind was so fractured she could barely form coherent thoughts.
He showed her what he had brought.
“Your medicine, Miss Ah-young.”
“In… injection…”
Two syringes. Extremely small ones, smaller than a pinky finger.
He approached her upper body with the first syringe.
“Sc… scaryyy!”
Her dilated pupils screamed rejection, but there was no escape.
Poke!
Swoosh!
The needle sank into the side of her neck. A small amount of liquid was injected.
“Kuk! Kuuuup! It… hurts… it hurts!”
He tossed the first syringe into the trash. Then he moved the second one between her legs. This time he aimed carefully and inserted the needle directly into her clitoris—precisely into the glans itself, not the hood.
“Kuaaaaaaaaagh!”
She screamed and thrashed, but with her waist and thighs locked, only her calves, shoulders, and breasts could jerk wildly. The tiny syringe, containing only a minuscule amount of liquid, emptied into her clitoris in seconds.
He withdrew the needle and threw the second syringe away as well.
Clang!
Kang Ju-hyeok sat down again. He watched her unfocused eyes with a meaningful smile.
Not even a minute passed.
Suddenly, something changed.
Ah-young’s eyes began to clear. The vacant stare sharpened into bright, focused pupils. Even she looked confused by the sudden return of clarity.
“Huh?”
Her mind—her reason—had returned with crystal clarity. Her condition was better than it had been in days. Almost… perfect.
“Huh…? Uuung…?”
Her instincts immediately sensed it: the return of her sanity would only lead to greater suffering.
“Ah, now you’re ready to receive your punishment?”
Her newly clear eyes flooded with pure terror.