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In the morning she woke up with a headache. Not quite rested legs buzzed from yesterday's overload in the laboratory. Nevertheless, she was taken to Semen, who put her on a treadmill and launched the program for a quick step. To the open hole in the gag he led a light corrugated tube from the oxygen concentrator, and in the ass, as usual, inserted a metal plug with a minus contact control. Irina walked steadily, not wasting her strength. Semyon, having watched her for a minute, retired to drink coffee. Morning training lasted two hours. When Senya returned, Irina was all wet with sweat, but her breathing was even and calm enough. He noted this in her map file and unloaded it into the database along with the rest of the results and indications.

On this day, the Doctor did not allow the engineers to take her for testing, sending another participant instead. Irina, for the whole day, attached a pulse oximeter to the earlobe, with the help of which the Doctor monitored the state of hemoglobin in her blood. In general, the routine remained the same. Moderate loads alternated with regular meals and rest after each meal. Acne brought the weight of the load up to three kilograms, which she had been able to hold inside herself for quite a long time. Each day ended with full-fledged high-calorie foods rich in carbohydrates, after which a conversation with Kostya took place for half an hour. At the end of the week, she was able to once again speak with her husband, who did not fully understand how she could fly so suddenly to such a strange and incomprehensible business trip. But this time he did not ask too many questions. She warmly said goodbye to him, barely holding back tears and when the Doctor severed the connection, silently opened her mouth and lifted her head. Kostya quickly inserted a gag to her, stuffed his ears with earplugs and led him out into the corridor.

The next day, an unknown security guard woke her up and immediately took her to the surgery, where San Sanych washed her intestines and installed the control module. After that, Lyubov Vasilyevna put on Irina a wide leather collar with four strong metal loops around the circumference and fixed it with reliable rivets. She wore the same bracelets on her wrists. Then, dressed in tights with tights, she put on the same belt with rings on her waist, which fastened with several straps. She hung a cape with the number "9" on her back. Having made, as usual, several pictures from different angles, she returned Irina to the guard, who quickly led her to the stadium.

The snow melted, but it was cold and rainy. There were a lot of people on the field and in the stands. At the exit from the building were miniature people in colorful warm jackets, who carefully peered at the women, who were escorted by escorts from the open door. Andrei quickly ran up to Irina, who toured her last time and happily took her hand and led her out of the crowd. For a minute he looked at her from head to foot, smiling at something, and businessfully patting her in various places. Then he hitched a leash to her collar and led him to a pile of wheelchairs nearby. He very neatly harnessed her to the stroller with the same number “9” on the back as Irina’s. After finishing with the harness and opening the breathing hole on the gag, he connected a long wire that runs from the wheelchair control panel to the return connector that hung between her legs and deftly jumped on the rocker. He glanced at the dashboard that had come to life with various numbers and lights. Andrei set a low voltage for signals and sent a starter to the nipples of his “horse”. The young woman shook herself in surprise and quickly went forward.Driving the joystick on the remote, he first brought her to the track, he slowly started Irina. When she completed the circle, almost all the riders had already harnessed their women and began to cut circles at different speeds.

Andrei closely followed the slowly increasing pulse of Irina and, waiting for the value to become unchanged, slowed down. Irina easily dragged the stroller with her rider. Andrei made it accelerate a couple of times and, completing the next lap, stopped it in front of the starting line. He watched with delight as a woman wet from the rain obediently stood, breathing deeply and waiting for his team to take action. Soon, the rest of the crews lined up next to them, waiting for the team to start. For a few minutes they just stood, occasionally talking to each other. The people in the stands subsided, scattered clusters of places.

Soon a man in a white tracksuit appeared next to the line and raised his starting pistol. After a while, he pulled the trigger and the loud bang started. At the same moment, each of the participants, having received a noticeable discharge in the breasts, quickly rushed forward. Irina quickly and confidently accelerated, easily pulling the stroller with a small rider, looking joyfully ahead. Soon they reached the second number of the crew, and Andrew fixed the pace. Women fled, holding a handful, not trying to either keep up or get ahead. The first number ran crew number three. In the pram was harnessed big-breasted blonde of medium height with narrow hips. She focused, looking frowningly, forward, not paying attention to her rivals and a bit of a head. The rider was a middle-aged man with a lush mustache, who melancholically ruled his horse, then letting it fall a little, then pushing it again. Next came a fair-haired one with a big thick tuft of hair on top of her head. With impressive growth, she ran measuredly making long strides with big legs. Through her small holes in the front, her disproportionately small sagging breasts dangled. Third, obviously a young and still young girl walked. Beautifully shaped elastic breasts swayed beautifully in time with her steps. She was well built and immediately aroused the sympathy of the majority of the spectators, who this time consisted mainly of the employees of this factory of horses. Next to the young girl, Irina ran, occasionally driven by Andrey, trying to keep up with the general group.

A little less than an hour passed and it was obvious that the running women began to feel the weight of their riders. Breathing became heavier, leg muscles began to make themselves felt. The group stretched out in a circle, and now the last was a huge, brown-headed grenadher, which apparently did not have enough air. She was breathing heavily with her head down and constantly changing the position of the arms fastened to the bracelets to the drawbars on the sides. The rider constantly added speed, while increasing the voltage of the pulses, and she whined lingeringly, gathering strength and trying to catch up with the group. In the end, she moved to a step, mumbling loudly from the unbearable pain in the small nipples of the breasts. She once again made an attempt to go to the run, but in vain, her legs gave way and she fell, awkwardly rolling over on her side. The rider managed to jump from the stroller. He vehemently swore and without turning off the remote, quickly headed for the task, leaving a woman twitching from the discharges to lie on the ground. The Doctor with Semyon and two orderlies with stretchers were already running towards her. Quickly turning off the voltage, they lifted her to her feet and quickly dragged her off the running lanes. Spun, she was hastily taken away from the stadium.

Runs ended on the thirtieth round. Irina, breathing heavily, came third. The result was not critical, and Andrei, understanding this, did not force her to the championship. The tests were conducted not so much for the sake of sports results, but rather for testing and refining the support system for women working at elevated loads. Despite this, the competition turned out to be quite spectacular, evoking the audience with delight, for the most part consisting of the staff and their closest acquaintances.The crowd applauded loudly, shouting something in support of the organizers. Andrei slowed down to a step and made another “lap of honor”, ​​gazing fascinated by Irina’s slightly tired gait. Soon the women were disgraced and led into the building. For the rest of the day, nobody disturbed Irina, except for a duty visit to Kostya.

The next day, after lunch, Irina was taken to Acne, who quickly hoisted her onto the platform and, strapping her legs as usual, straightened her knees apart. Now she was always wearing a collar and wristbands ...