She almost fell asleep when dinner was brought. Hungry for the day of running around, she quickly put an end to boiled potatoes with some fish that tasted like katran. The unchanging vegetable salad was literally stuffed with garlic, and Irina, not having a special love for this vegetable, forced herself to swallow the entire batch. Having finished her warm, tasteless chicory, she again fell apart on the straw, waiting for them to wash. The sweaty body quickly became covered with screaming insects, waiting for its huge delicacy, but Irina almost did not pay attention to the tickling paws of the insects, only occasionally brushing them off her face and blowing off especially insolent lips and nostrils.

The next day was as usual. After breakfast there was a long ride on velomobiles. She got a pretty good copy on a good run, but judging by the effort with which she had to pedal, the same fat guy was at the wheel. He squeezed everything out of her power and by the end of the race her legs were trembling again.

Already in the stall during breakfast, she is lazy, but not without pleasure she looked at the relief muscles on her hips and calves. Even in the old days she did not remember that her legs looked so pumped up and, at the same time, not too heavy. Her gaze bumped into ugly-cut toenails and frowned in annoyance. Feet made a depressing impression of black blisters on the outside of the thumbs and heels. Of course, it is senseless to hope that she will be given pumice with scissors and some softening foot cream, though ... why not?

She smiled at her own thoughts when a medic entered the stall and took a gag with a probe from his mouth. He removed the empty food bag from the wall and headed towards her neighbor, closing the door behind him and leaving Irina alone with him.

Classes for lifting weights were in the same enhanced mode as last time. By the end of the workout, there were again thirteen kilograms of cargo underneath it, which seemed like a ton for the red anus swollen from stress ring. Several times in the hall there were shrill screams of sportswomen who did not hold the sleeve in the rectum and received a penalty discharge. As a result, Acne left the same four sportswomen on an additional approach as last time. However, this time Irina was unlucky and the ill-fated sleeve at the very last second jumped out of her swollen butt and she screamed from the terrible sharp pain in the perineum.

It seemed to her that the red-hot knife stuck into her clitoris and she, frantic, mechanically tried to jump off the boards, but strong straps on her feet, knees, torso and neck, fixing her in a squatting position, stuck into her skin, not allowing her to even straighten up . After a long five seconds, the current turned off and she faded, continuing to twitch in convulsions with her whole body.

- Well, Nine, roasted a little? - Vitalik smiled, looking at her with a cheerful look. - Next time do not relax ... ahead of time.

He went with a quick step to the exit, leaving coaches on the move, so that they would unfasten the athletes and take them to dinner.

- Do not forget to grease everyone! - He recalled before hiding behind the door, - lately, children are not childishly ...

It seemed to Irina that the sharp blade was still stuck between her legs and she was walking towards the stable, trying to spread her legs as wide as possible.

- What, pi.Is the day on fire, bitch unfinished? A familiar mocking voice rang out right behind her.

She turned around, her eyes flashing, but at the same moment she saw one of the men accompanying them quickly run up to one of the athletes and, swinging, struck her in the face. It turned out to be the same cocky Seventeenth, whose stall was behind the wall from Irina. Her pale face was reddened by the blow and a trickle of blood spilled from her split lip.

- Another word and I will break your nose, you understand? - threateningly knitting his eyebrows, calmly said the guard.

“Yes, Boss ...” the athlete responded, lowering her gaze down and stubbornly sticking her lower jaw forward.

- After dinner, you put on a gag. Too much noise from you in the stable!

They continued to move under the frequent spitting punished for excessive talkative women.

After dinner in the stable it really became much quieter. For some time the stubborn Seventeenth tried to somehow attract attention to her with loud inarticulate moans, but after a while she, desperately pulling the chain with force, subsided.

Irina was lying on her back, forgetting about the grumpy neighbor and picking her tongue in her teeth, trying to extract the remains of lean beef fibers, which she thought were cooked at retirement age. She closed her eyes, frowning at the residual pain of the penalty level in training and the aching back passage. Putting her hand down, she gently touched the clitoris with her fingers and felt dry, wet her fingers in her mouth and touched the burning piece of her flesh again. She massaged herself for a few minutes and, turning a little on one side and also touched her anus. Her fingers groped for the still swollen, but almost closed anus, covered with some kind of ointment. Having calmed down a little, she lay back on her back and quickly fell asleep, without waiting for them to be taken to the shower.

The next two days were no different from the previous ones, except that the weather turned bad and it rained almost every day. On morning jogs it became rather cold, but no one was going to dress athletes in termotrikto and uniform remained a normal collar, wristbands and shoes on a high platform. During the day, the air warmed a little, but in any case, it did not save from unpleasant rain and after training the women returned to the stable completely covered with mud from countless puddles in an unfinished stadium.

Irina was almost accustomed to increased loads and her legs almost stopped buzzing despite the fat rider trying to squeeze the maximum speed out of a poor woman every time.

On the third day she woke up from a terrible roar and a minute later a heavy downpour drummed on the echoing roof of the stable. Peals of thunder continued to shake the island until the very rise, when either a guard in a tight raincoat, or one of the numerous trainers, whom she had not learned to distinguish, entered her stall and dragged her on a leash to the street. She inhaled convulsively from the opposite rain instantly dousing her body with cold water from head to toe.

Half an hour later, she was already among the other athletes winding endless circles in the stadium, now and then stepping on dirty puddles and raising fountains in cold wet slush. By the end of the first round, Irina was warming up, but her wet body was almost convulsing to discharges electric current in her control electrodes. The squeal of athletes endless cacophony swept over a huge unfinished stadium, reminiscent, rather of a motocross range.

Daytime training took place on velomobiles. Rain did not stop and the ground running tracks turned into a solid sticky dirt. The permanent rider, to whom she, as she understood, was already attached on a permanent basis, threw a blindfold over her eyes and, having quickly left, on the track, asked her a rather fast pace. Several times she involuntarily slowed down, but automatically receiving a painful discharge in the chest, sharply accelerated the rotation of the pedals. On the fourth lap, he slowed down, letting her breathe a little.

Despite the cold weather, she was hot and very thirsty. Endless injections into the intestines of some kind of fluid did not seem to help with dehydration, and she opened her mouth wide open, trying to catch raindrops. Soon the circle was completed and she squealed again from the stinging discharges and peddled violently with pedals. Having dispersed it to the desired speed, he drove a hundred meters and braked sharply, rustling tires on wet ground. After a while he repeated the jerk and then slowed down again ... Read more →