Chapter 25 – (4) Aman’s Cattle Ranch
Irina, who had been flogged all night, could not sleep.
Of course, that doesn’t mean that she didn’t give Irina any time to sleep.
‘I’m tired… I feel like I’m about to collapse…’
There are bright red whip marks on her buttocks on her. Her jaw her biting into her cheek gag her started to hurt.
As she was whipped all night, there was only one thing she heard.
‘From now on, start talking after heeing and crying.’
There was one thing that was better than congratulations. Since leg strength is important for pony girls, most of them ran around the garden.
In reality, the pony girls were having fun running around the vast garden.
Even Irina, who was unable to keep her balance because of her enlarged breasts her, was working hard on her feet her. Until the other pony girls block her.
Standing in front of Irina were the three pony girls who cursed at her yesterday. Apparently, those three looked like the real power of the Pony Girl barracks.
There wasn’t much of a difference in her height, but there was a distinct difference between her bouncy tanned pony girls and Irina’s fat body in her.
“Dirty cow, what did you do to get here?”
“Rather than that, look at those vulgar rings. How lewd a bitch was to put piercings on like that?”
Clearly understanding the difference between Irina and her own her, her pony girls approached Irina, twitching her hips from side to side.
“Let’s talk about it sometime.”
One of her pony girls her, who seemed to be her captain her, screamed as she twisted her breasts at Irina’s her.
In my opinion, it was done to cause her pain, but to Irina, who had been coached by her cow her, it was her pleasure her. What’s more, because of the mammary training she received before she became a pony girl, she had stiff breasts all over her mammary glands.
Gurgling.
The pony girls’ faces were filled with disgust at the milk pouring out of her nipples.
“How good is it that you pump out milk like this?”
“Are you really a naughty girl boy?”
It’s been a long time since the pony girls recognized her Irina as a creature below her rather than herself.
As the pony girls violently squeezed her milk against her keeper her, Irina said with a frown on her face.
“Hee, heehee! Me, don’t milk me…!”
It was a pain that naturally made respect flow out.
“So? Then.”
The pony girl’s hand moved to Irina’s pierced clitoris in her. At the same time she twisted her clitoris with the piercing her.
A severe pang felt in her lower abdomen.
Irina begged, with a throbbing pain thumping her whole body her.
“Hee, hee hee hee !!! Her clitoris her is not .. Not .. !! It really is not good enough !!!”
Seeing Irina’s reaction to her ungainly howl her, the pony girls all started playing pranks on her her with her clitoris once in a while.
For a while, an unsightly cow screamed in the garden.
***
Squash!
“Her thighs her higher! Get her up to her waist level her!”
Squash!
“Shake her hips more, keep her back straight!”
With the harsh sound of her whip her, Irina, with a gag in her mouth, eagerly lifted her legs up and lowered them repeatedly.
This was Ponygirl’s basic canter.
Most pony girls get this training, but in Irina’s case, her beginner her, and it was also hard on her stomach because her bloated breasts her were bouncing around.
The moment Irina slowed down a bit, her whip her flew relentlessly.
“You’re slowing down. Move faster. Let’s do another 500 more.”
Every time a red mark left on her buttocks her, Irina’s feet her got faster.
Her thighs glistened with her sweat and her juices.
At one time, as much as she had been training, her bulging thigh muscles her glowed.
Her muscles her had declined a lot from her days her as a cow, but she seemed to be coming back in no time.
Her bouncy breasts and belly her still remained, but she looked much better than she had in the cow barn.
“Soon, let’s give him a prize.”
Carrots and sticks were important to her when it came to being a teaching assistant originally. Her professional trainer her, the zookeeper, was well aware of that fact.
Of course, the award was not the law for everyone.
After a while, the keeper brought a dangerous-looking dildo with a lot of protruding bumps.
“Now, I’ll give you some carrots that you’ll like.”
Her labia parted, and the blunt, knobby dildo began to stir her cunt, scratching the walls of her vagina.
Her thick love juice her gushed out.
Pain is a natural thing for a normal woman to feel, but female domestic animals like Irina were trained enough to feel it as her pleasure her.
“Heying.. It..!!”
God’s grace flowed with an obscene sound. She seemed like a carrot fit for Irina.
***
“Heeeeeing!!!”
“Haaaaa!!”
I could hear the pony girls groaning as a group.
The reason was simple.
It was because the legs of the pony girls lined up as a group, to be precise, the clitoris, were lined with chains with heavy weights attached to them.
Everyone has to sit and stand up at the same time to avoid pain, but there are variables everywhere.
If even one person did not match the speed, the weight attached to the clitoris was pulled back and forth violently, causing pain.
Irina, with her bloated breasts, had no choice but to slow down her pace a little, and in the end she had to blush as the pony girls glared at her.
This weight training, which stimulates the clitoris to the point of ignorance, was also a training to train the spirit of cooperation when pulling a huge wagon in the future, and to keep the weight from breaking even when the weight of a high load is connected to the clitoris and nipples.
Eventually, training that started with 5 kg continued until the clitoris could withstand the load of 10 kg.
Unsightly saliva flowed from the pony girls’ mouths.
The pain of pulling the clitoris widened the asses that had never been developed before. Of course, because Irina’s back her was also developed, she surrendered herself to pleasure even more.
“Proceed to the next training!”
Unfortunately, in the case of weight training, high weight and low repetitions were the key keyword as long as the clitoris could be completely ripped off.
As the weight dropped, the labia minora and clitoris, each of which had been stretched to their limit, showed a red, congested appearance.
During that time, all the pony girls had to pedal while sitting on chairs developed by the breeders.
The contraption of a bicycle was a carrot-studded chair that pierced her pussy with every pedal step. This not only boosted the mood of the pony girls, but also played a role in relieving stress, so the pony girls eagerly stepped on the pedal.
Pony girls who recorded excellent grades were prepared for shipment, and their noses were covered with golden nose tours.
Of course, humiliating penalties were given to the low-ranking pony girls.
For the pony girls who prided themselves on walking on two legs, walking on all fours was like a disgrace to being lowered to a livestock. As such, the lower-level pony girls were gathered separately and released into the lower-level garden. Beside them, the zookeepers came out one by one and began dedicated training with whips.
The lower gardens were often called semi-sacred rooms.
Here, pony girls were called bitches, not pony girls. It meant that even the title was of a lower class that was not worth using.
And among them was Irina.
“Walk quickly!”
Squash! Squash!
The half-sincere bitches moved forward, walking on all fours. After that, of course, the zookeepers were beating his butt with a whip.
Unlike the elastically trained legs, the clumsy arms made the bitches move in a more comical way.
After more than 100 whips, the pony girls, no bitches, began to cry out in pain.
The breeders in the semi-sincere room were more brutal than the breeders the pony girls knew.
It was also because the Ponygirls, whom they normally treat with great difficulty and raise them, really became less than livestock, and became desirable prey.
The bitches ran on all fours, wiggling to and fro to avoid the flesh-rending whips. However, because of the leash in the hands of the zookeepers, they could not travel that far, and in the end, they could not avoid the whip.
Zookeepers made the bitches run around the radius of the half room over and over again.
By the twentieth turn, the bitches finally started to sit down. Those who used to walk on two legs could not endure the inconvenience of walking on all fours.
Of course, the whip came flying every time that happened.
The thing that put most bitches to shame was peeing with one paw up like a true dog.
The golden stream of water pouring down with one leg raised did enough to dampen the bitches’ pride and make them focus on the next Pony Girl competition.
Bitches with pitiful expressions waited for this time to end.
Irina, too, was determined to become a high-level pony girl somehow, and over the next few days she succeeded in taking her place as her as a high-level pony girl.
And the face that hated her so much appeared again.
It was Roman.
Roman looked at Irina, her legs firmer than before, and her breasts her slightly shrunk.
Irina’s acceptance of her leash is markedly different than before she received her pony girl training assistant.
Her expression her had become something that suited a pony girl.
