- You are showing good results. Does the control module not bother?

- Not.

The doctor took out some ampoule from his closet and prepared a syringe.

- Turn your back.

Irina obediently turned around and, with a slight frown, waited for Kostya to make an injection. Then he checked the punctures on the buttocks

“All ... you can turn to me.”

After making sure that the nipples had healed, he returned to his desk, without having invited Irina to sit down.

- You've heard part of my conversation with the management. It was about sending your group to a special training camp soon. We have exactly one month to prepare you for the start of basic training.

- Major? - Irina asked.

- Yes, the main ones. You are here, so to speak, in the process of preparing for the main stage of training. The camp is located on an island located in one of the most picturesque parts of the south of our country. The island is private. There you will not have such a comfortable stay like here. Content conditions will match your status. Unfortunately and ahem ... the coaching staff will be different there. We have greatly reduced the time for preparation, so we will have to work more intensively. After the camp, there will be a qualifying round, at which, after which the finalists will go to the main tournament, which will be, if I have not spoken abroad. Tomorrow the engineers asked you again - they have some ideas, so in the afternoon you will have to work in the laboratory. The guys want to try out a new, improved control module. By the way, tomorrow the question of who will be your rider will be decided. As Semen said to me, one of the young people is very much trying to get you to him, although he also has rivals.

The doctor poured himself a glass of mineral water and, taking a few sips, continued:

- Three of you will not go to the camp, because you have not shown the necessary results so far. It's not very good. Their bills are paid off, but they are not able to work. Therefore, they expect a slightly different type of activity. And you have eleven rivals left. So get ready for victory. Questions?

- No.

- Good. Throw back your head and open your mouth, - Kostya inserted the probe into the stomach and again sealed her mouth with a gag. Shutting down the new earplugs, he called Igor.

Irina fell asleep, her head barely touched a small elastic pillow.

11

From the next day, the training program has significantly changed. From the morning in the gym all exercise bikes were busy diligently pedaling women. It was quite stuffy and noisy due to loud breathing through the holes in the gags. Semyon did not leave for a minute, watching the physiological indications on the monitors and individually changing the pace for each of the trainees. Hour rest after breakfast was reduced by half, after which classes continued at the stadium until lunch. After lunch, Irina was taken to the ward for rest, and the rest to Vitalik.

As Kostya used to say, in the afternoon Akhmat took Irina along a dark underground passage to the laboratory. San Sanych was already there in the company of acquaintances of young laboratory technicians, who put her on all fours and with her buttocks apart, began to install an experimental control module in the rectum. When he finished, he slapped her on the ass and she got up.

“Everyone, guys, you can work,” he said, taking off his medical gloves, and went out. This time, instead of the treadmill, they began to fasten it to an exercise bike with an unusual seat with a large back and a hole in the middle, through which a harness was released, with wires and tubes protruding from its rear. The simulator itself was more like an attraction catamaran for a pond.The laboratory assistants fussily fastened the woman to him, fixing the feet in the sandals of the pedals, hanging the sensors, connecting the pipes and wires ... All this time people were randomly moving back and forth on the other side. When everything was ready, the laboratory assistants reported to the headquarters walkie-talkie and one of them went into the hall and took his place at the console.

Soon they launched Irina and she quickly turned the pedals. They quickly brought the woman to fatigue and transferred to a moderate regime. After that, injection of various drugs into the body began and observation of the indications on the monitors. After an hour the load was increased and the tests continued. From time to time the Chief stopped the simulator and the programmer reflashed the module with new settings. And it all started over again. The gag was closed and Irina quickly exhaled, eagerly trying to take a deep breath with her nose, but there was still not enough air. All this was recorded by the sensors and transmitted information to the control module, which immediately injected the desired drug into the intestine. And again, data measurements, new results and new flashing Several times a woman was forced to sharply accelerate the pace and the laboratory technician sitting next to her in the chair heard her starting to moan loudly from the sharp pain in her nipples due to strong electric discharges, frantically twisting the pedals of the simulator firmly fastened to them kicks. Then the tempo was slowed down, supplying electricity to the back electrodes so that she could slightly restore strayed breath. When Irina began to practically lose consciousness, the experiment was stopped.

- Ok, enough for today. It was not enough yet that she was cut off here ... We will continue the day after tomorrow. Thanks to all! - Chief announced loudly and left the hall.

The lab technicians quickly disconnected Irina from the wires and various pipes of the system, unfastened it from the simulator and laid it on a couch standing next to it, opening a breathing hole in the gag. She came to herself for a long time, continuing to loudly breathe the long-awaited air through her mouth. A stranger in a white coat gave her a shot and she forgot a little. When she woke up an hour later, she opened her eyes and several people approached her that hour and lifted to their feet. In the eyes darkened and she began to stir. One of them led her out into the corridor and, looking through Akhmat’s eyes, called him over.

- Take it. Let Doc look around.

The guard nodded and led the reeling Irina back into the medical unit.

When they were approaching the Doctor's office, Irina staggered and slowly began to roll over on her side. In the office, Akhmat made it almost on hand.

“Let's get her here,” Kostya said, grabbing her legs, helping Akhmat and they put her on the bed behind the screen.

The guard left, and the Doctor took the gag from her and began to measure the pressure. He called the nurse, who took the blood from Irina for analysis and called the surgeon.

- Sanych, what kind of nonsense? ... Of course, she lies with me now. Akhmat on his hands brought! ... Yes, I understand that you have nothing to do, but I could not stay there? ... Well, of course ... As always, we don’t know the measure. I have to prescribe therapy and it takes off from the schedule for a few days ... Of course! I don’t know, I don’t want to risk ... They even left a capsule! ... Okay, come on, and I will try to do something.

Irina lay under a drip at the Doctor until nine in the evening, after which she was taken to the ward and, fed with a hot dinner, placed in a pressure chamber. At bedtime, Akhmat took her to a surgeon, where San Sanych extracted from her rectum a control module.