all around. At some point, Irina remembered about the hands fastened to the levers on the sides and tried several times to move them back and forth. She immediately felt that the load on her legs diminished slightly. Thus, she began to help the muscles of her legs from time to time switching to working with her hands. Half an hour later, Andrew increased the pace a little more. Irina under the action of the current added speed and felt her face as the air flow increased, burning her cheeks and hands with cold jets. After an hour of driving, it seemed to her that something had barely perceptibly started to mumble in her stomach. This control module detected some change in the sensor of the pulsicometer and injected a portion of the desired drug into the intestinal cavity. Soon the pilot braked and the sharp discharges in the woman's buttocks forced her to slow down. Andrew turned to the stands and approached Semyon stopped.

- Well, how? - asked Senya, looking up from the tablet.

- Everything is fine, only leads slightly to the right. - the pilot answered with concern.

- Leads? Well, it's not for me, but I will tell the guys. Give me a try.

Andrew tears and Semyon mounted on the seat, quickly moved off. The woman spun intensively with pedals and he, taxiing on the track, added speed. After a small elegant pilot, Irina felt that the pedals began to spin harder. But the inexorable signals in the nipples forced her to achieve the desired speed of rotation. Speeding at the turn and going straight, he let go of the steering wheel. The cycle car slowly began to deviate from the course, taking a few to the right. Senya leveled the buggy and, after going through a semicircle, once again checked the straightness of the move. Buggy also began to slowly deviate to the right, and Senya, with vexation on his face, turned and approached Andrei.

- Yes ... leads a little. But nothing, he said, jumping off the bike. - But nothing will do. There is nonsense, not difficult. Will you still?

- Come on, of course! How much more time is there?

Senya looked at his watch.

- Well, you have an hour. I will go, Andrei. I need to go to the gym. Then you yourself will take her to Luba, okay? Just do not be late - the edge - eight hours.

- Okay, do not worry.

Semyon quickly went into the building, and the pilot started driving around the stadium again, cutting circles, glancing at his watch from time to time and not forgetting about the pulse of a female engine, who was hard at work with her legs behind him. Irina did not feel the time, so she couldn’t know exactly how much she was already turning these pedals, but to her surprise, she didn’t feel almost any tiredness or fatigue in her legs. The breath did not lull. From time to time she connected her arms and let her leg muscles relax. Inflamed with intense work, she did not feel cold, although the street was no higher than ten degrees. Perhaps this was the result of drugs, from time to time, injected into the intestine with a micropump in the capsule, or maybe she just achieved perfection in long muscular work and proper breathing. The most unpleasant in all this were the signals. Painful sharp tingling in the nipples of the breasts, buttocks and, worst of all, to which she could not get used, in the clitoris. Having learned to recognize them, she could reduce the duration of their impact, but completely eliminate them - in any way. In the end, the decision when to work, and when not always someone else took. She understood that Andrew treats her not only as a muscular strength. This was manifested in the way he touched her, and how he tried not to overdo it with voltage, applying discharges to her electrodes.And the look of the young man, who was suitable for her sons, which she occasionally caught herself told her that he had some tender feelings for her. “Maybe you should take the opportunity?” She thought suddenly. “But what will it do? Get out of here does not work, la and is it worth? Just get hold of at least some friend, just to not forget about elementary human feelings? ”Most of all she was afraid that she could qualitatively change to the state of a thing, an object. And when she returns to that world, from where she was brought to this farm for training "horses", she is already degrading so much that she will not be able to adapt again to the real world. A sharp pain in her breasts interrupted her thoughts and she, startled, concentrated on the ill-fated pedals, turning her legs faster and faster. But the discharges continued to pull at the nipples, until she realized to help herself with her hands. Andrew increased the speed, wanting to "ride with the wind" a few laps. Irina glanced at his back and puffing slightly, continued to accelerate the work of the feet fastened to the pedals. The micro-pump once again injected into her intestine a portion of some kind of liquid. At least it seemed to her again. With the help of her hands, she managed to develop the desired speed of revolutions and the terrible backache in the nipples disappeared. Well, that's all tenderness, she thought. “Little son of a bitch! I found a toy, you fucking jerk! ”They had already driven five laps at that pace, but he never thought to slow down. The speedometer showed the number "35", the pulse - 152. Irina often breathed and Andrew heard a loud whistle with a touch of voice coming from an open hole in the gag. Soon the pulse indicator began to flash in yellow, showing 155 beats per minute. Irina was spinning wildly with her legs and hands in order not to get another batch of electricity to the nipples already burning from constant irritation. She strongly helped herself with her hands and it somehow relieved the load from legs beginning to buzz. On the seventh lap, the pilot who entered the rage added a little more speed and enthusiastically watched as the speedometer slowly approached forty. Pulse also continued to grow and on the value of 160, the color changed to orange. Andrew smoothly but surely pressed the brake pedal and the woman, who had gone crazy overload, screamed from the piercing pain in the clitoris. She paused, frantically pressing her knees together. Rez stopped, but tears involuntarily flowed from his eyes. The bike stopped and Andrew turned around and patted his hand reassuringly on her cheek. The clock on the dashboard showed six forty. Pulse gradually decreased. Twenty minutes to go. And he slowly led the buggy to its place. Irina several times pedaled with pedals and they were on the spot. Ten minutes later, he straightened her, uncoupling all the wires from the capsule and unfastening all the straps and carbines that held the woman in the workplace. Taking his hand, he helped her to go down to the ground. He didn’t have a remote, so he just gently put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the building. Irina was tormented by conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, he mercilessly drove her for the last half-hour, forcing him to make inhuman efforts so as not to be torn by terrible electric current discharges, and on the other she with pleasure felt the gentle touch of his hands, even with gloves. And this feeling aroused in her a whole gamut of forgotten sensations, which were probably hidden by her whole body somewhere far away. Until the best, perhaps times. Until the moment when she again may become a woman. Andrei led her to Luba and quickly retired, stroking her cheek in parting.

- Ooh! What we are sentimental, - Lyubov Vasilyevna sang, with a smile on her face, holding his gaze. - Fuse, no way, dove. On auntie pulled.

She removed Irina tights, chuckling and sometimes looking at the door, behind which Andrei disappeared. She threw tights in a basket nearby and began to look with interest at Irina, who remained standing in one collar around her neck and bracelets on her wrists.Lyuba critically examined the muscular legs of a sweaty and not fully breathing restored woman and automatically took several pictures, bypassing her from all sides. She ran her hand over Irina's strong belly and chuckled:

- Not so beautiful. If not your ass, dear, then there is nothing to look at.

Irina did not hear Lyuba and could only guess what this complacent aunt in red olympic shirt was mumbling about. Lyubov Vasilyevna quickly approached and closed the hole in the gag. Ira quickly sniffled and looked inquiringly at Luba.

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