The next day, Damir did not come. The rain did not stop all day, but the athletes were also scheduled for training. Before dinner, there were strength exercises. As always, after the main program, on the uneven bars they left for additional classes selected by Vitalik women who, according to him, submit “special hopes” at the upcoming competitions. The duration of the load and the rest time were set manually. Acne took up Irina directly and, having exhausted her at the end, he achieved that she was able to hold fourteen kilograms for ten seconds.

- Vidal, Nurik, what talents do you have here? - he was laughing, he winked at the coach, when the athletes were abundantly smeared with a soothing ointment on the reddened and swollen from the stress anal openings, before returning to the stall. - And here you snot with them plant. Your technique is not the same!

Nurik silently smiled, understanding that behind the Specialist's cheerful laughter there is a threat to his further work on the island.

A little later, Irina lay exhausted next to a hot bowl, unable to move to eat a fragrant-smelling dinner. She now and then gently touched her hand to her swollen anus, afraid to feel sharp pain. But the anesthetic effect of the ointment almost completely reduced its pain threshold, and she just out of interest carried her fingertips over the slippery bumps and swelling of the broken-down anus. Finally, she forced herself to distract herself from this senseless occupation and, sitting on one buttock, quickly ate a whole bowl of barley porridge with fatty pieces of pork ribs. After eating, she grabbed a barely warm aluminum mug and, leaning back against the wall, slowly began to drink a tasteless, overly sweet tea. She was so tired for that day that when she was brought out of the shower she instantly fell asleep.

However, sleep this time she was not destined. Toward midnight, she again felt a strong grip on the throat and again, someone's strong hands again quickly, like the last time, lifted her to her knees. With difficulty thinking, she reflexively opened her mouth, which immediately turned out to be someone who smelled strongly. A light poke in the head and she obediently began to suck and lick the sexual organ of an unknown guest in her stall. At that moment, someone grabbed her hands and, turning her back, quickly linked them together, tightly tying them together. So he is not alone this time. “Probably one of the guards! “- she thought quickly when the second member took the place of the first in her mouth. She almost did not feel any difference between them. What is in the size, what is in the length, what is in the disgusting aroma ... "These are clearly the guards! “- she thought with conviction. Unwashed punks, which is full of the island. They continued to replace each other, having her in her mouth, accelerating the pace over and over again, and she heard the breathing of the owners of both members, somewhere above, above her head, became more frequent. Suddenly, another guest groaned dully and a jet of warm thick sperm hit her mouth. With disgust, she began to spit it out, trying not to make noise, so as not to annoy the aliens. The second member, slurping, slid into her mouth wet with saliva and sperm at a breakneck pace and, as a result, the second portion of male semen began to fill her mouth, flowing from the corners of her lips to her chin and somewhere lower to her chest. Someone patted her cheek approvingly and two pairs of legs quickly headed for the exit from the stable.

Irina rushed to the bowl with water and began to rinse her mouth, spitting into the open hole in the floor. She disdainfully washed the remnants of the thick liquid from her face and rushed into a corner, crying bitterly, as if rediscovering her own complete helplessness. The sound of a shower drowned out her sad sobs

The dream came only in the morning, when it was almost dawn, and, of course, by the time it was raised, it was completely broken and sleepy.

The morning run quickly drove off the dream, but after breakfast she was again worn out and she went out until she came for her. Sleepy, she rose to her feet and began to rub her eyes like a child. The guard smiled, looking at her, and did not drag her into the street until she regained consciousness. Then he gently pulled the leash and they went out into the street, where athletes cowering from the cold rain, as usual, were chained together, strapping each other around their collars. She saw her neighbor in the stable, who had a gag in her mouth, unlike the others. She noticed Irina’s glance and made terrible eyes, imperceptibly showing her a fist, but at that moment the column started moving and she jerked and crossed after the others towards the stadium.

Irina realized that today she is waiting for a slightly different occupation than running around at the test site. And, really, the guy harnessed her in the gig and drove to the house of Ruslan - one of the assistants of the Boss. He was already waiting for the crew, standing in a cape under the visor of his house and holding a large briefcase. Seeing Irina, he nodded to her amiably, patting his cheek:

- ABOUT! Long time no see, Nine! How are you? All is well?

“Yes, Master,” answered Irina quickly, smiling at the man.

- That's good! Today we have a lot to do with you, so let's not waste time and let's hurry up - he jumped into the wheelchair and they drove through the camp.

They quickly passed the camp and he increased the speed, directing it towards the forest.

Irina easily drove her rider up the hill, quickly going over her feet with spattered dirt on a rough road. The carriage nastily creaked with primitive springs on each bump and Ruslan frowned irritably at the quickly annoying sounds. They got to the forest and, looking at his watch, he increased speed, forcing the athlete to speed up the race.

- But you will not freeze, right? - shouting over the sound of rain, the man jokingly shouted.

“Yes, Master,” Irina replied in one gulp, trying not to slow down the pace and concentrating on her breathing. For half an hour drive, they overtook several lorry freight carts stuffed with some kind of heavy bags with mortar. Soon they had to rest against a large gate dividing the island into two parts, but Ruslan turned off the main road and, slowing down a little, led Irina along an unknown narrow path.

Soon, another empty cargo cart appeared, led by two short, wiry women. This was their usual route and there was no driver for them. Ruslan found a less or less free section next to the path and turned into it, waited for the bulky cart to pass by and returned Irina to the path. After another quarter of an hour, the forest became less frequent and soon broke off abruptly.

They were on the north coast of the island, in the middle of which a huge tower with quietly rotating blades at the very top towered monumentally. Nearby was the construction of a second generator, but because of the rain almost no one was visible. Only a pair of cargo carts, unloading bags near a large sea container, converted into a warehouse. On the territory there were several cabins, trailers, to one of which Ruslan headed. Tying it under a small canopy, barely protecting it from slanting streams of rain, he hurriedly ran inside. Irina regained her breath, slightly leaning forward and resting her hands on her knees. After some time, an elderly worker ran out of the trailer with a plastic cup and gave it to the athlete, trying not to look at her nakedness:

- Have a drink, daughter, Ruslan asked for tea. On here ...

“Thank you, Master,” Irina said mechanically, grabbing hot tea with both hands.

- Yes, what is there ... What I am your boss ... Well, okay, I went. Look, don't burn yourself ... - he disappeared back in the door of the cabin, from where came the lively noise of loud conversations. Ruslan appeared an hour later, when Irina was already beginning to freeze, trembling all over. In his hands he had a chocolate bar, which he broke in half and unexpectedly shoved one half into her mouth. He ... Read more →