Physical Examination
The command to crawl like a dog.
An order had been given, so I had to move. But… how exactly was one supposed to crawl like a dog?
I understood it meant moving on all fours, yet the moment I tried, my body refused to obey. The hands that had been bound behind my back were free now, but my posture had already locked solid; I could not even bring myself to shift.
“You half-baked maso bitches. Honestly…”
That was when the guard called Leviathan unbuckled his belt and stepped closer. Anyone could see he meant to use it on us. In that situation I had to move somehow—yet my body stayed frozen, unmoving.
Then—
“…Woof!”
The woman beside me, 921A-2, dropped to her hands and feet. She kept her knees off the ground and thrust her hips high, then crawled toward Leviathan’s boots while barking like a dog. Watching her, I clumsily mimicked the pose.
“….”
I could not bring myself to bark as well, but when Leviathan gave a dry chuckle and returned the belt to its place, I knew this was the correct answer.
“Ah—right. Come to think of it, we had a re-inmate. Seeing how quickly you got into it, I guess the old life stuck pretty hard, huh?”
“…Woof!”
“Long time no see, A688.”
At his words, 921A-2—no, the woman now called A688—froze solid. Leviathan planted a boot on her faintly trembling back and put his full weight into it, toppling her over.
“…Nngh!”
Looking down at the crushed woman, Leviathan continued.
“A-Class and S-Class inmates receive a permanent ID the first time they’re locked up. That number stays with them even on re-incarceration. So A688, even now that you’re back, you’re still A688. And those demerit points you left half-finished? They’re still on the books. You know what that means, right?”
“…Woof.”
It was clear the two already knew each other. Of course they did—she had spent months here before.
“Nice to see you again. Now. Get back into position.”
“…Woof.”
“Follow me.”
Without further explanation he lifted his foot from her and turned away, leaving only mild interest behind. The sharp click of his dress shoes led the way; A688 and I crawled after him.
We followed him deeper into the open ground. Beside a large boulder stood an iron door. It looked thick enough that no human strength could ever move it.
— Creeeak.
As expected, the door opened by fingerprint scan. Leviathan’s finger unlocked it. He went in first; we crawled after him. The instant the tip of my trailing foot crossed the threshold, the iron door began to close.
— Boom.
The heavy clang reminded me once more that this was a prison. I swallowed hard and, still trembling with fear, wriggled my hips as I crawled onward.
“Haa… haa… nngh… haah…”
Crawling was not easy. I had almost never held this posture before; unused muscles burned, and my large breasts swung left and right, colliding until the inner flesh stung. When I tried to crawl carefully so they would not bounce, my pace became painfully slow. When I sped up, my arms and legs screamed. Seriously—what was I supposed to do…?
That dull, aching sensation. As my form broke down, the tips of my dangling breasts scraped the floor and produced a strange new feeling. Naked, trailing after a man on all fours…! An indescribable humiliation drove home just how wretched my situation was.
“Haa… haa… ugh… haa.”
921A-2—no, A688 now—was in the same state. The pain from breast friction seemed lighter for her, yet her small frame meant short strides; simply keeping up with Leviathan’s pace already looked exhausting. On top of that she was still worn out from the trouble I had caused. Even if I felt sorry, there was no way I could help her.
“Hoo… ha… nngh… nn…”
The two of us could only keep repeating those labored movements. Dragged here at dawn and forced through endless torment until sunset, I had thrown myself into it so completely that even shame had been forgotten; I simply crawled.
“You’re here?”
After a long crawl along a path made to look like a natural cave, a figure appeared at the end. Drawing closer, I saw a man in the same uniform as Leviathan.
What… was he so huge?
His build rivaled an American pro wrestler; he looked like a wall blocking the path.
“Yeah. The bitch in front is A688.”
“Oho~ So you’re the re-inmate? All right. This time I’m your assigned guard. Do you know who I am?”
“…Yes. Sir Marmon.”
“Good. You remember. Come with me.”
With that, Marmon led A688 deeper inside. She crawled after him, then glanced back at me once and offered a small eye greeting. I returned a quiet nod filled with regret.
Our connection had not even lasted a full day, yet she had supported me; without her I could never have come this far so easily. My gratitude was beyond words. Someday, if the chance came, I would repay her.
“What are you doing? You’re this way. Get in.”
After that brief farewell I turned at Leviathan’s call and saw an open doorway. I scattered the lingering sentiment and followed his order inside.
The room beyond was enormous—well over 165 square meters. A perfect square. White wallpaper covered every wall; an office desk and computer sat against one side. Opposite them stood an X-shaped frame stained with dark-red marks. Beside the frame, an assortment of punishment tools hung on the wall: switches, canes, paddles… even whips and clubs.
Terrifying. Frightening…
Tools I might once have eyed with curiosity now looked steeped in pure dread.
“Why freeze up like that? Ah, those? They’re for disciplining inmates who step out of line. If you just obey, you can finish your whole sentence without a single beating. So follow orders properly.”
“….”
“…Hmm. Fine. First things first—kneel on the floor right there. Before the physical exam I’ll give you a quick rundown of the rules.”
“….”
“Answer me.”
“Ah… yes.”
“Good.”
I tore my gaze from the tools and knelt where he indicated. There was no need to search; a square painted on the floor beside the computer desk clearly marked the spot for visiting inmates.
“All right. Looking at your personal data… name Lee Nayoon? Twenty-three years old. Correct?”
“Ah… yes.”
“Right. For the duration of your sentence, forget that name. Until your term ends you’ll be called A713. When a guard calls you, answer and obey his orders at once. Understood? A713?”
“…Yes. I understand.”
“Good.”
I had been given a new name—an inmate ID. For the time being it would be the only name I needed to get used to.
“As a basic rule, inmates are forbidden to speak to anyone first. You must answer a guard’s questions immediately, but starting a conversation yourself or talking with other inmates will never be forgiven.”
I bit my lip at the explanation. Remembering everything that had happened today only made the worry grow.
“If you really need to speak, go to your assigned guard and give him a look. Once he grants permission, you may speak first. For now I’m your assigned guard, so keep that in mind…”
“For now.” So the guards rotated. It made sense—on an island that required long stays, managing inmates for extended periods would demand a rotation schedule.
“Other points of note: soon I’ll fit a collar and a few accessories around your neck. They scan your physical data and contain various other functions. You’ll learn what those are by experiencing them. We’ll also take a few additional measures before locking you up. That’s the rough explanation. From now on we start the body scan, so stand up and place your hands and feet against that frame over there.”
“…Yes.”
A collar and accessories. Probably the dog-collar restraints and rag-like clothing I had seen in the videos. The “precautions” amounted to little more than “obey.” Did he really need to waste time on that?
Honestly, more than shame or embarrassment, I simply wanted to rest; I hoped this would end quickly.
I stood against the frame as ordered. The metal X-shaped structure received my limbs; Leviathan approached and bound my wrists and ankles to it with cable-tie-style wire.
Separate from the desire to rest, the wire biting into my wrists like rope felt so perfectly snug it actually stirred a flicker of excitement.
“Scanning. Don’t move.”
While I stood fully exposed and naked, Leviathan swept a scanner over my body. An intense red light enveloped me completely; moments later my physical data appeared as floating holograms in mid-air.
“Bust size 70F. Nice. One-sixty-five centimeters, forty-seven kilos. Face is pretty clean too. Blood type AB. No special allergies or illnesses, no dental history either? But… you.”
While he read the displayed information aloud, I watched the same data. Then Leviathan suddenly stopped at one particular line. Startled by the change, I checked it as well.
And there it was—one clear sentence.
[Virginity Assessment: No Relations]
[This inmate has no sexual experience.]
Leviathan alternated between the computer screen showing my data and that sentence. Under his scrutiny I bit my lip. I felt completely stripped bare.
“You claimed you weren’t a virgin, yet the scan says you’ve never been with a man. Which is it?”
I had no idea how the device worked, but the scanner knew—regardless of whether a hymen still existed—that I had never had sex with a man. Even so, I could not bring myself to tell the truth. Admitting I had torn my own hymen through masturbation… that was just too much, wasn’t it?
“Ah, I… I have. I don’t know why it says that, but I… I’ve had experience.”
In the end I decided to stick with what I had told them during the initial consultation. I did not want to be branded a liar for a pointless falsehood. Besides, he wouldn’t know. Machines make errors all the time. If I insisted I had experience, he would never be sure. And if I believed it hard enough, it would become the truth… or so I told myself as I made the choice.
“Is that so? Hmm~ All right then.”
Leviathan pulled something from his back pocket—a small flashlight.
— Click.
“Fine. Let’s check, shall we~?”
Confirming the light worked, he stepped up to me and laid a hand on my inner thigh. The sudden contact made me flinch; I twisted my body and stared at him with startled eyes.
“What? Th-that’s—!”
“…Shut your mouth. Did you already forget the rule I just told you?”
“Mmph…!”
“It’s so basic I didn’t bother spelling it out, but a guard’s word is absolute law in here. An inmate has the duty to obey no matter what. If I order you to kill yourself, you hang yourself. You people discarded even those fundamental rights—you’re nothing but defeated lust-slaves.”
“Nngh…!”
As he spoke, Leviathan spread my most private place. He pushed aside the labia that had been protecting the mucous membrane, then brought the flashlight close. With a small finger he teased the entrance, slowly drawing out the desire that had been hiding there.
“Ah… nnngh…!”
Because of the order I could not even open my mouth. I clenched my teeth and endured. A body that had never been touched by another person could not easily withstand this kind of toying.
“What’s this? Already wet? I barely touched you. Damn. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a thoroughly heat-crazed inmate.”
The humiliating words only made my body burn hotter. Before I knew it Leviathan’s finger was scraping along the entrance of my pussy. Then the force of his knuckle spreading the vaginal opening sent a spasm through me.
“Nngh…! Haah!”
“I said shut your mouth. Looking at this reaction… you’re no non-virgin, are you?”
I tried to close my legs, but the body locked to the frame would not budge. It hurts. It hurts. The pain of the forcibly opened entrance made me yank at my hands and feet, trying to escape, yet the wire bit so deeply into my skin that resistance was impossible. All I could do was take it.
— Squish.
“Ah…! Nngh!”
I had been told again and again not to open my mouth and had tried to obey, but even that became impossible. A finger forced its way into the spread hole.
“No hymen that I can feel… Hmm. Did you just claim experience because you don’t have one? From the way you talk, it doesn’t sound like it tore during exercise. Be honest. You…”
I swallowed hard.
“Tore it masturbating, didn’t you?”
I was finished. I felt my eyeballs tremble at the question. I hated admitting it, yet the truth hung right in front of me. Answering was so shameful, so mortifying… that in the end I squeezed my eyes shut.
But I still had to answer, so the final choice that preserved the last scrap of my pride was simply…
…to nod.
Hard, several times. I nodded so he could not possibly miss the meaning.
“Oh? Hoo… That won’t do. I clearly said, ‘When a guard calls you, answer and obey the order.’ Yet you neither answered nor obeyed?”
No—I did answer… I nodded!
I screamed the protest inside my heart, trying to show it had not been intentional. I sent looks, used my whole body to signal that I had not meant to defy him. But as long as speech was forbidden, there was no way for me to persuade him first.
“What’s this? These marks on your breasts? Looks like you’ve already taken a beating once. Fine. This time I’ll hit here. When I strike, count the number. Understood?”
“….”
“Answer.”
“…Yes. I understand.”
The place his hand indicated was… the inside of my thighs.