- How are you feeling?

- Well thank you. Nothing bothers you.

“And this is gratifying,” Kostya replied, and getting up from the table began to pace the room.

- Tomorrow a new type of training will be added to your program. Simply put, running. One of the people present here may become your, so to speak rider. Notice - not a jockey, but a rider, as his place is in a rocking chair, and not on your back. Tomorrow they will come to our stadium, during your training and decide who exactly will work with you.

He turned to the men sitting at the wall:

- This is the last copy that we received recently. What do you think?

“Not bad at first glance,” answered one of them, older with a tanned face, “a little embarrassed by age, but we’ll rather see how it works on the track.” And maybe now try?

- I'm afraid not. She recently worked with our specialist and, most likely, will not be able to show what she is capable of. Moreover, she just had dinner. Let's wait for tomorrow morning.

- Well, if this is the last one, then we will go, probably?

- Okay see you tomorrow. He quickly shook their hands and they left.

- You have questions? - He asked Irina.

- No, I understood everything.

- Then open your mouth.

Igor brought her to the ward and soon, tired of the grueling workouts, she fell into a deep sleep.

10

The next morning, when Senya led her to the stadium, she saw that in a circle several women were running at different paces in different tights like hers, and at the starting strip there were several wheelchairs with large light wheels and lowered drawbars. Semyon launched Irina in a circle with a light warm-up run and pouring himself hot coffee from a thermos, looked at his watch. The training began an hour and a half earlier than usual and the clock showed eight in the morning. Irina, along with other women, quietly wound up the circles without experiencing any problems with breathing or with electricity - the minimum tension prickled her breasts only at the start. The day promised to be clear, but the light frost lightly nibbled her bare, shaking breasts, creating a contrast of sensations against the backdrop of warm tights. This time, at her waist, like the others, a wide belt was tied with metal rings hanging from the sides, and wrist bracelets. On the back of each runner was attached a square piece of cloth with a serial number. The morning sun slowly rose from the tops of the trees of the dense forest that surrounded the entire estate of the unknown owner.

Soon the door in the building swung open and a group of people in colorful sport jackets came out of it, which went to the podium where Senya was sitting. Greeting, they sat down in a handful and began to discuss something, looking at the women slowly running in a circle. Soon, one of them asked Semyon to increase Irina’s speed. Semyon added in silence.

- A gallop? The most probably young man of nineteen asked, in a not completely formed voice.

- You can and gallop, said Senya and lifted the lever up almost all the way, Above the stadium there was a squeal and Irina, slightly bending her head, rushed forward, overtaking the others. She relatively quickly gained the required speed, but soon began to choke, clearly not withstanding work at the limit of forces. Noticing this, Semyon returned the same tempo and looked questioningly at the young rider.

“Thank you,” he said, and began to discuss something lively with his colleagues.

- And harness something? - asked one of the riders.

- It will turn out, - Senya growled discontentedly. He waited some time and went to one of the wheelchairs.Having brought Irina with a remote control to him, he turned her back and lifted both drawers, began to fasten them to the rings on the sides of the woman’s leather belt. One of the riders jumped up from the podium and, running up to Semyon, began to help him. He stroked the woman on the shoulders and said:

- It would be better if she got to me.

. - Why? - Semen asked in surprise.

- Because we will succeed with it. I see.

Semyon kept silent and began to fasten her wrists to the horn-shaped handles on the drawers. Soon they finished and Semyon, having given a signal to the nipples of the woman, forced her to go ahead. Meanwhile, he began to harness the rest. Irina went uncertainly, trying to get rid of unpleasant current discharges. Despite the fact that the stroller was made of lightweight composite materials, it was still unusual to carry the burden with a belt, even though it was wide enough not to bump into the stomach. Semyon added speed and Irina went faster, almost breaking into a run. When she made a circle, she stopped her and took a long train with wires stretching from the control panel on the wheelchair and connected it to the connector sticking out of the woman’s ass. On the control panel, a dashboard immediately caught fire showing the speed, pulse and rectal temperature of Irina. Semyon compared the testimony with those that he had on his smartphone and shouted to the quiet riders who were sitting waiting at the podium:

- Those interested can try to drive a circle or two with the horse they liked.

Those who wanted were all. Running up to Semyon, they crowded around harnessed women and began to sit down in rocking chairs. Who helped to harness Irina without hesitation, jumped into her carriage. He led her to the starting line and moved the lever to the middle, setting the average driving pace. Irina rushed, at first, that there are forces, but not calculating, overdo it and got a discharge in the buttocks. Quickly slowing down, she ran not so fast. The rider slowed down, giving another signal to her buttocks and she slowed down again. Without having forced her to race at full speed, he completed the circle and, stopping, jumped off the carriage and gently patted Irina on the back. She did not turn around, continued to stand. Other riders were not so ceremonious with their "horses" and tried to ride with the breeze, forcing women to race with all their might. They continually changed the crews, comparing them with each other. When the last rider completed his test drive, Semyon took the remote from him and, leaving the restless, loudly breathing women to rest, said to the jockeys:

- All right, guys. What could have shown. The rest with the chef agree. And we have time ..

The riders headed towards the building, vying with each other, sharing their impressions with each other, and Senya began to unload his little herd.

- May I? - There was a voice behind him.

Senya turned around and saw a familiar rider who helped to harness Irina. He quickly extended his hand and introduced himself:

- Andrew.

- Semyon. Come on, if not laziness.

Andrei gently began to disconnect the connector from the control module harness, and then the drawbar from the rings on the belt of Irina.

- What I liked? - Senya grinned, winked at Andrew.

- Yes. Like a horse, without taking a joking tone, the rider briefly answered, and rolling the carriage, he stroked Irina on the head. She quickly looked at him and looked away.

“Okay, goodbye,” said Andrei, leaving.

“Come on,” muttered Senya, and led his little herd into the building.

In the washroom, Irina with pleasure washed off her sweat with cool water, to which she was almost accustomed. Having wiped her body with a rough towel, she went out into the corridor, anticipating a quick relief from the intolerable feeling of hunger. The guard took her first to the surgeon, who pulled out the control module from her, and soon she was already seated in the usual chair with the extender inserted in the ass, taking the next portion of power. The nurse continually poured some substances into the flasks, now and then checking the records in the tablet. Soon the tasteless feeding ended and Igor took her to a one-hour rest.The hour passed quickly and soon she again squatted with her knees wide apart and at the command of low-current signals she pulled the large anal plug with the two-kilogram load attached to it with a sphincter. This time the program consisted ... Read more →