Ranch Documentary

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(I) The Carriage Pickup
On the morning of the day of the carriage pickup, a group of people had already gathered outside the main gate of the sex slave training academy. This group consisted of both men and women, mostly wealthy men in sharp suits or fashionable ladies, all prominent figures with considerable influence
. They had gathered here for the same purpose: to visit the academy. Although most of these people were already regulars at the academy, and some were even VIPs receiving special treatment, the school gates were always tightly closed to avoid disturbing the students' training and studies. While wealthy people could easily monitor the students' classes and living quarters through the school's security cameras for a small fee, close contact was only possible on the school's irregularly announced "open days."
And today was one of those "open days." Although it wasn't open yet, men eager to unleash their lust, or women hoping to flaunt their own superiority through the girls' misfortune, had already begun lining up outside the school gates.
These were all important figures; expecting them to stand outside in the sun waiting for the school to open was inconceivable. Fortunately, the thrill and pleasure they gained from each open day far exceeded their expectations. Moreover, they all shared the same predilections, and some even kept graduates of the school at home. So, although the wait was long, they chatted animatedly about how they trained and manipulated their sex slaves, making the wait anything but tedious as they exchanged experiences.
However, the moment the gates opened, all conversation abruptly ceased, and all the guests turned to look at a middle-aged woman walking out of the gate. Having been there several times before, they knew this woman was "Instructor Weng," responsible for receiving the guests. Because Instructor Weng knew how to train and torture female slaves to arouse the audience's blood and lust, she was a regular at large events such as auctions and freshman orientation ceremonies, used to create a lively atmosphere.
Today, although the purpose of the visit wasn't to see "female slaves," she was still in charge of guiding the school tour.
After a brief opening speech, Instructor Weng didn't disappoint the eager guests, immediately leading them into the campus.
Although it was called the school gate, it was actually too small for cars to pass through, so there were no vehicles on campus. Beyond the gate was a small room, usually guarded by teaching assistants to prevent unauthorized entry. At this moment, however, these assistants were smiling and asking the guests to sign the register and giving each guest a golden corsage.
"As you all know, the focus of this visit isn't the female slaves currently undergoing rigorous training, but rather the 'livestock' in the school's affiliated ranch. Therefore, we will take you directly to the ranch shortly. Please be understanding and refrain from disturbing the students' classes. In the evening, after the students have finished their classes, the ranch will be open for you to enjoy their services. At that time, with this golden corsage as your token, you will enjoy priority treatment over everyone else in the school. Now, guests who have received their corsages, please come this way..." Instructor Weng said, guiding the guests who had completed the signing and corsage-receiving process into the campus. Upon exiting the small room through the back door and entering the campus, the visitors immediately saw several naked girls, lined up in pairs. Behind each pair of girls was a four-wheeled carriage much larger than their petite figures, large enough to seat four people.
Each carriage carried an assistant driver. The whip held in the assistant's right hand and the intricate, interwoven bloodstains, both old and new, on the girls' once-white backs and buttocks revealed the immense suffering they had endured.
In the assistant's left hand lay a rein, extending directly to the girls' faces. More accurately, it forked near the girls' faces, threading onto the sides of each girl's nose. By pulling the rein, the driver could communicate the direction of travel directly to the girls' pain in their noses. Furthermore, the girls' eyes were blindfolded, rendering them completely blind; their hearing was almost entirely gone. Their only remaining means of communication were using their sense of touch—their noses—to sense left and right, and the whipping of their backs and buttocks to determine whether to move forward or stop. In addition, each girl's mouth was fitted with a gag, secured by an iron bar running horizontally through it, keeping their heads aligned. The iron bars, bent backward at both ends and fixed to the sides of the carriage, served as the yoke, preventing the girls from moving freely or escaping the carriage's constraints and forcing them to pull the entire carriage forward.
Because the gags were only between the girl's chest and abdomen, the girls were forced to bend over, their breasts dangling in the air under the influence of gravity, their buttocks, normally a source of shame, now fully exposed to the onlookers. Their backs and buttocks became easy targets for whipping.
This was already tragic enough, but the girls' exposed genitals were even more appalling.
Above their anuses, simulated horsehair made from real horsehair had been implanted, hanging between their thighs and constantly scratching their sensitive private parts. Their labia were pulled apart and sewn to their buttocks, causing excruciating pain with every step they took. Where their clitoris should have been, a copper bell had been replaced. On their snowy buttocks, indelible marks remained—brands cast with hot irons—written with the words "Horse—" followed by a unique number for each girl.
"Get in! We'll see more livestock later," Instructor Weng said, guiding the visitors to the carriages. Once the carriages were full, the assistant instructor, acting as the coachman, flicked the reins with his left hand, and the two girls pulling the carriages immediately began to move forward.
These girls were no longer students, but "horses" of the academy's affiliated ranch. For them, there was no need for studying, nor the right to serve as sex slaves. Their only remaining purpose was to be driven tirelessly in the darkness for the rest of their lives… (a tug on the left nostril meant to turn left, a tug on the right meant to turn right, a whipping meant to speed up, and a sudden tug on both nostrils meant to brake). Unable to see the road ahead or hear the coachman's shouts, they could only memorize these simple rules and faithfully perform their sole task.
Faced with this desperate scene, none of the visitors on the carriage, except for the teaching assistant, felt any pity. They had seen it far too many times; every time they came to the academy, these very horses would greet them. Some even remembered which horse had pulled their carriage last time.
On the contrary, these visitors were actually quite content with the role of the coachman. The teaching assistants tactfully handed them the reins and whips, much to the horses' dismay. The reins and whips were their only means of guiding them on the right path, but in the hands of these visitors, there was no intention to allow the horses to rest after the journey was over. Instead, they pulled and whipped them haphazardly, their chaotic commands leaving the poor female horses completely bewildered. Immediate chaos ensued, which amused the group on the carriage.
Then, visitors from three or five carriages discussed having a race. The horses, receiving the command to stop, thought they had finally arrived at their destination and were just about to give thanks when they realized the other horses were slowly aligning themselves in a line. Once everyone was ready, one of the assistant instructors gave the order, "Start!" The horses, feeling the pain of being whipped like a storm instead of hearing the start signal, realized the cruel reality of being racehorses and could only quickly start running forward… It's worth noting that while these horses pulled the carriages on two legs, and their leg strength was constantly trained through weight-bearing, muscle strength, and endurance exercises to pull such large carriages, they were actually divided into two categories: one group consisted of tall girls with long legs who could simply walk barefoot while bending over; the other group consisted of shorter girls who were noticeably shorter than the others and needed to use high heels to increase their height. This was intended to ensure that the horses' hindquarters and backs were at a consistent height, allowing them to enjoy the whipping more evenly. The high heels were custom-made to fit the leg length of each horse; the shorter the legs, the higher the heels. However, most of the high heels only covered about half the length of the foot, including the ankle, heel, and even the arch, leaving the horses' forehooves (toes) still on the ground, bearing the majority of their weight. Even more cruelly, these high heels were nailed to the soles of the horses' feet in the same way as horseshoes… Regardless of the type of horse, racing always involved immense suffering. The pain of walking barefoot on scorching asphalt or even sharp, jagged stones filled them with dread. For a horse, the thought of losing its legs while running is an even greater despair; the swaying of the carriage at high speed, caused by the uneven road surface, travels along the iron bars to the horses' bitches, feeling as if it's about to knock their teeth out; and the whipping from behind never stops, no matter how fast they sprint... In fact, this isn't even the most terrifying race... Some horses have an experience where, on an open field strewn with thumbtacks, their competition is: which carriage's horses have the most thumbtacks stuck to their feet at the end...
(II) Upon entering the ranch
, the horses and livestock were led around aimlessly by the visitors, who were pulling on the reins and whips at will. What should have been a ten-minute journey to the ranch took one or two hours before they finally arrived at the gate. The planned itinerary was greatly delayed. Instructor Weng, who had been waiting at the ranch gate, did not complain. He just smiled and said, "Distinguished guests, although there was originally a carriage tour of the campus later, I'm sure you've already experienced that. Now, without further delaying your ranch tour, please come here to collect the air shields and equipment prepared by the school. After you put them on, we will arrange for 'dogs and livestock' to guide you on your tour."
The girls on the ranch… no, they should be called livestock… most of them had completely lost the ability and right to take care of themselves. Living in darkness and constantly doing hard labor, they would relieve themselves wherever they felt the urge, resulting in them constantly stepping in or getting their own or other animals' excrement on them. Moreover, these girls, who should be clean, had no idea when they would take a bath after using the toilet, let alone clean themselves up. As a result, the ranch, with its extremely poor sanitation, was already reeking of stench. Visitors could smell the stench even before entering, making them want to stay away. The school, having thought things through, prepared air masks to provide fresh air, knee-high rubber boots to avoid stepping on filth in their expensive leather shoes, and coats to cover their entire bodies to prevent the stench from sticking to their clothes before they were ready.
After seeing that most of the guests were prepared, Instructor Weng ordered the ranch manager next to the ranch to open the ranch gate. As the gates opened, what greeted the guests was not the lush green meadows and leisurely animals of a typical ranch, but rather a veritable hell for the girls.
The first "creatures" they saw were livestock branded with the word "dog" on their buttocks. These animals crawled painfully on the ground, their elbows and knees on the ground, making them significantly shorter than the standing visitors. Most of them only reached the visitors' knees or thighs. Their unused forearms and calves were bound with leather restraints, folded back, and fixed to their upper arms or thighs. These unused parts, due to prolonged restraint and lack of blood circulation, were in a state of utter misery that these animals dared not even imagine. Their eyes and ears were relatively human-like, not deprived of hearing or sight, but their tongues were flat and long, protruding from their mouths as they panted heavily like wild dogs.
"These dogs are responsible for 'leading the way,' they're like guide dogs, which is why their eyes aren't covered. Besides the dogs, other livestock need to have their unnecessary functions discarded so they can work without distractions, day and night. The activities of those livestock on this ranch are guided by these guide dogs." Instructor Weng explained, pointing ahead. The visitors looked in the direction the instructor was pointing and saw a dog diligently guiding another animal whose eyes were covered and which was moving forward with its paws and forepaws. Leading the way by moving while holding the other's nipple in their mouth... "That's a 'cow,' responsible for plowing the fields and growing vegetables. There's another kind of cow kept in the barn, dedicated to producing milk. However, the milk produced by cows is of lower quality, so it's used to feed the students. The milk produced by the students after they've absorbed that milk is what we export. Although the quantity is small, it's delicious and nutritious. We even have some long-term customers who order specific student milk!" As they walked along the ranch's only road, looking at the miserable state of the various livestock on both sides, the guests became increasingly fascinated. Although they had all visited schools before, they rarely had the opportunity to actually go inside the ranch. In addition, videos of the ranch weren't available for purchase like those of other schools. So, to them, this place was like a mysterious fairyland they had never set foot in before. It was just a pity that the roadside was filled with the filth of the ranch's animals, and the entire ranch was filled with filth and stench that even socialites and gentlemen would find unbearable.
"Excuse me, do you usually send people to clean this road?" one of the visitors noticed. Compared to the roadside littered with excrement every few steps, the road they were walking on was much cleaner, as if it had been specially swept.
However, before the instructor could answer, the visitor saw the answer in the scene before him.
It was a horse, pulling a slightly smaller, two-seater carriage, slowly making its way along the road not far ahead. Having lost its sight and hearing, it could sense that it was walking on the road by feeling its feet, but it couldn't know that visitors were walking behind it. While practicing pulling the carriage, it felt the urge to defecate and naturally and unconsciously did so, without even bending down or stopping, leaving a long trail of urine and clumps of feces on the ground as it walked.
The visitors were all surprised that what should have been a beautiful young woman was now defecating like a real animal, completely devoid of shame and hygiene. What then drew their attention was the sight of the dogs and livestock that had been leading the way. Seeing the horses and animals defecating on the road, they rushed forward, surrounded the excrement, and even lowered their bodies to eat the filth… “That’s the secret to this clean road!” Instructor Weng said smugly.
“Good heavens… this… this is truly…” Several women were clearly taken aback by the scene, finding it hard to accept. However, a few male guests simply said coldly, “Sure enough, a dog can’t change its nature.” Then everyone burst into laughter.
The dogs and livestock had eyes; they knew they were being watched by a group of people. They also had ears; they clearly heard the guests’ sarcastic remarks. A pang of sorrow gripped their hearts, and tears welled in their eyes, but they dared not stop eating the filth in their mouths, continuing to lick the ground until they were completely clean.
When the dogs finished cleaning and crawled back to the visitors, some still had faint brownish traces of their tongues sticking out, and several had tears welling up in their eyes, struggling to hold them back. They looked so pitiful; most people would have wanted to comfort them.
However, upon seeing this, Instructor Weng kicked one of the dogs, whose tears were about to fall, hard in the face. The dog lost its balance, its front legs slid outwards, and its chest and chin slammed into the ground. If it hadn't reacted quickly and retracted its tongue, it might have accidentally bitten itself.
"Stop crying! You wouldn't even be decent sex slaves, you brought this place on your own! You're all livestock, animals, the lowest of the low, the losers, the discarded. You don't even deserve to be pets, you're not even worthy of mating with male dogs!" Instructor Weng sternly reprimanded the animal, then pointed at several other animals, including the one with tears in their eyes or a wronged expression, and said, "You lot, all of you, report to the 're-education center' tomorrow!" Hearing that they were going to the re-education center... The dogs all looked up at Instructor Weng, their faces pale. One of them even managed to utter, "Instructor... I..." It realized its mistake as soon as it finished speaking, but it was too late. "You go report over there now!" Instructor Weng commanded ruthlessly. Although the dog's next sound was a pitiful whimper like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on, it couldn't change its fate. Watching it silently detach itself and crawl in different directions, its dejected appearance truly resembled a listless, lost dog. The other dogs felt sorry for it, but also feared the prospect of their own turn crawling to the reformatory the next day. In contrast, the visitors seemed quite interested in the dog's destination.
"Instructor Weng, may I ask, what kind of place is this 'reformatory'?" one of the ladies asked.
"That's the training center for the livestock on the ranch. All new livestock have to stay there first, being indoctrinated day and night with the fact that they are livestock, until they are convinced that they are livestock before they can be released back to the ranch to enjoy 'freedom.' However, they are still a bunch of inferior animals after all. Even after leaving the training center, situations like the one just now still occasionally occur, making you all laugh." After hearing what Instructor Weng said, the visitors roughly understood that the training center was a place that existed to completely destroy the last bit of humanity in these livestock, and judging from the few animals they had seen so far, the training center had indeed been successful. Having achieved its purpose… “Alright, our destination isn’t here, but at the very end of the ranch, the ‘Research Institute’!… Now, the building on our right is the cowshed I mentioned earlier, where the dairy cows are kept in designated areas. However, the environment inside is even more foul-smelling, so please don’t go in… And ahead is the area for training the horses’ leg strength, please take a look!” The visitors looked ahead and saw several horses, their limbs planted firmly on the ground. They wore thick, padded leather gloves on their hands, allowing their hands to be as long as their legs, enabling them to straighten their legs and keep their backs horizontal. A large bag of heavy weight was strapped to their flat backs, weighing at least thirty kilograms.
Besides carrying this weight, they had to endure whippings while slowly crawling on all fours, without allowing the weight on their backs to tip or fall off.
"These are also horses, but they are four-legged horses used as pack animals and mounts, slightly different from the two-legged horses used for pulling carts." "Mounts? Can we ride them?" A slightly plump noblewoman asked excitedly, eager to experience what it would feel like to have her weight pressing down on the delicate and slender young girl.
"These few aren't suitable yet. They were recently expelled from the first-year class because of their poor final exam results, and they haven't even completed their pack animal training yet! If you want to ride horses, we can bring out a few stronger horses later so you can have a chance to ride them around the school. Is that alright?" The visitors all nodded excitedly in agreement. Although they had ridden in horse-drawn carriages several times, only a very few visitors had experience riding horses. How could they miss out on something so new and interesting?
(III) Research Institute
"We've arrived. This is a major landmark on our open day tour, the 'Research Institute.' Various experiments and research are conducted here day and night to make the school's female slave products more diverse and better meet everyone's expectations. Therefore, this research institute is where the school invests the most funds, manpower, and technology. Even students and most non-research teaching assistants are not allowed to enter!" Instructor Weng said, leading all the guests into the research institute, leaving the prohibited dogs outside to guard and wait.
"Why is such an important place built in the most remote part of the school?" a visitor asked curiously.
"The back of this research institute is actually the back gate of the school. Except for those who stay overnight at the school for pleasure, all the staff enter and exit through that back gate. Also, discarded livestock, sex slaves, and failed experiments are all taken out of the school through that gate, which is quite convenient." The research institute is a five-story building. Entering the lobby from the first-floor entrance, you can see dozens of male and female office workers busy with their tasks.
"Let's go upstairs! The experimental research labs are upstairs," Instructor Weng said, leading the guests towards the stairs. On the walls of the stairwell hung a series of bizarre photographs, each depicting a different naked young woman… or rather, a creature whose human identity was uncertain… Below each image was a description: “Experiment on maximizing breast modification: Bust circumference 166cm, the same height as the rodent, cup size unmeasurable, total time to achieve the goal: 1 year and 11 months. Due to the excessively large breasts, the rodent could not stand for long periods, and had to bend over every 3 to 5 minutes to place its breasts on the ground, then laboriously lift them up with its hands… On the 28th day of the observation period, the left breast's internal breast support broke, causing unilateral breast loss and sagging…”
"Sensitivity Hyperstimulation Drug Experiment: Neurotoxins extracted from snake venom were injected to the maximum extent into the nipples and genitals of experimental rodents. Experimental observations: Initially, the injection site showed severe swelling, congestion, redness, and itching; the rodents experienced accelerated heartbeat, rapid breathing, and intermittent convulsions. In the middle stage, the injection site turned purple, with faint pulsation; the rodents' breathing and heartbeat gradually slowed, their eyes became dull, and they foamed at the mouth, confirming the neurotoxin's invasion of the brain. In the later stage, the injection site became bright red, its volume returned to 1.25 times its original size, and it could no longer shrink. The rodents' brains suffered slight damage, their intelligence decreased, and they reacted extremely strongly to touch of the injection site… behavioral responses included groaning and body jerking; the first orgasmic reaction occurred within five seconds of slight touch…"
"Dog paw type prosthetic limb installation experiment:...", "Vaginal maximum dilation experiment", "Anal maximum deep penetration experiment",... "These are all memorable experiments that the institute has conducted before. Whether successful or not, they have provided richer experimental information for subsequent experiments. In the more than ten years since the school was founded, every employee in the institute has been constantly innovating and making breakthroughs, bringing the most advanced technology to the school, which is why the various types of sex slaves produced by our school are all highly praised." Instructor Weng explained.
On the second floor, the layout was very different from the first floor. It was built in the form of a corridor with multiple small rooms on both sides. The walls and doors of the small rooms facing the corridor were transparent, so the scene inside could be clearly seen from the outside. There was a girl restrained on an experimental table that looked like a bed, with one or more researchers wearing experimental clothes standing next to her. Some researchers were sitting at the desks next to her, inputting information into the computers on the desks while observing the girl's physical condition.
"These are the newly arrived 'rat animals,' also recently demoted to livestock for failing their exams. You see, when ordinary livestock are sentenced to become a certain breed, they must be 'revoked from their studies.' For those with student chips, their clitorises, their pleasure organs, are removed, along with injections of drugs to sever and destroy the nerve transmission pathways in their bodies, making them forever unable to become sex slaves. However, the rat animals are kept alone so that researchers can have experimental subjects that are closest to the state of sex slaves. After that, whether to keep or remove the clitorises of those rat animals is up to the researchers to decide." "Hmm... but I can't tell what kind of research they are conducting!" a guest said disappointedly. Compared to the photos he had seen in the stairwell, these rat animals were almost indistinguishable from the sex slave students.
"Of course, we've only been here a short time. Whether it's drug modification or body modification, it will take time. Some researchers haven't even decided on their modification plans yet... Let's go straight to the upper floors! I remember there's a batch of successfully tested rodents over there, all with the clitoris as the main experimental target. I believe they'll be able to be used on sex slave students soon." Instructor Weng led the visitors directly to the top floor of the research institute. It wasn't like the layout of the first or second floor. After exiting the elevator, there was a large open space with no other rooms or cubicles. Some potted plants were simply placed along the walls, and the ceiling was a glass roof, letting in sunlight, making the fifth floor particularly bright even without the lights on.
The only decoration in the center of the open space was three strange objects side by side, shaped somewhat like transparent capsules, large enough for a person to lie comfortably on, with some pipes connecting them to the capsules.
"Are you all VIPs visiting here? Please come this way." The only staff member on the floor noticed Instructor Weng and the visitors' arrival, stepped forward to greet them, and guided them towards the capsules.
(IV)
As expected, inside each capsule lay a person, a girl… or rather… a creature that looked like a girl… “These are our successful experimental subjects for this issue. Coincidentally, three of them are engaged in clitoral development research. I estimate they can be published in the next issue of the magazine.” When all the visitors gathered around the first capsule, looking down at the experimental subjects lying inside, several women gasped in surprise.
The girl… or rather the rat, was lying naked inside the capsule, without even a sheet, but this was not unusual. What truly astonished the female visitors was that the rat-like creature was now only a head and torso; its limbs, which should have extended from its shoulders and groin, were gone… “Her limbs were removed during the experiment,” the staff explained. “Actually, there wasn’t a plan for this, but because it was clitoral research, to prevent the rat-like creature from secretly masturbating or rubbing its legs together, its limbs had to be restrained for a long time. But later, after the head instructor saw it, he felt that cutting it off completely, severing its ‘improper thoughts,’ was the only way to prevent it from doing so. So, the rat-like creatures that underwent clitoral research afterward probably all looked like these three.” Indeed, the rat-like creature without limbs seemed to have completely lost its will to live. At this moment, she was half-opening her eyes, looking at the sky outside the glass roof. She didn’t know how many years or months had passed since she was sent to the research institute, and only at times like this could she finally come to this rooftop and experience the beautiful view outside.
"So, what kind of modifications are being made to it?"
"Well... wait a moment." The staff member didn't explain directly, but turned and walked away, leaving everyone staring at the rat-like creature, completely baffled.
On the rat-like creature's genitals, a clitoral glans, one or two times larger than that of a normal girl, was clearly visible. The foreskin around the clitoris had been removed, permanently exposing the clitoral glans. The color of the clitoral glans was a beautiful blend of pale pink and blood red, and the skin of the clitoral glans looked incredibly soft and smooth, making many visitors want to open the capsule and reach inside to touch it.
However, just as one of the visitors couldn't contain himself and quietly pushed the capsule open, revealing a crack, the rat inside suddenly let out a violent groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, the rat's groans grew louder and louder, as if it had reached its climax under extreme pain and excitement... "Did you notice?" The staff member's voice came from behind the group. He had a long, thin, transparent object in his hand, which turned out to be a dropper upon closer inspection.
"This rodent is an experiment to hyperstimulate the sensitivity of the clitoris. On average, a man's penis has about 4,000 nerve endings, while a woman's clitoris has as many as 8,000, making it the most densely packed area of nerve endings in the entire body. Therefore, the pleasure felt by the female clitoris is the highest among all areas of pleasure. However, this is far from enough for our needs. This rodent's experiment multiplied the 8,000 nerve endings into 16,000, and with the removal of the keratinized layer of the clitoral epithelium and thinning through various physical or chemical methods, now its clitoris is only able to be..." "Just a thin layer of skin, and beneath that skin are over ten thousand nerve endings. The slightest friction is enough to send her into a frenzy of pleasure." "Haha, does that mean it'll always be like this, never able to wear clothes?" "More than that, just now, when the capsule was slightly opened, a mere gust of wind brushed against its clitoris, and it couldn't help but ejaculate. Now watch my next performance..." The staff member walked to the capsule, pointing to the capsule wall directly above the rat's clitoris. There was a small hole there. He gently inserted a dropper containing a certain liquid into the hole, stopping it directly above the rat's clitoris. Realizing what the staff was about to perform, the rat hurriedly shook its head and begged for mercy... A drop of liquid landed on the rat's clitoris, and the rat instantly let out a cry that was even more shrill and pleasurable than before, like a female beast. Its whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and its body, which had no hands or feet, was able to arch back and fall heavily. Judging from the changes in its cry and the wetness on the capsule bed in its lower body, it had orgasmed several times in a row... Finally, it seemed to be exhausted and fainted, without even closing its eyes, only rolling its eyes so that the pupils could not be seen. White foam still clung to its mouth… “What did you just drip on it…? Why did it react so violently? Was it hydrochloric acid or something?” “No, it was just regular water.” The staff member gave an unexpected answer. “This is what this rat looks like. Its clitoris is so hypersensitive that it can’t live outside the capsule. A gentle breeze feels like being cut with a knife, and water droplets feel like they’re peeling off the thin skin of its clitoris. If it’s touched more violently, it will go into cardiac arrest. In fact, towards the end of the experiment, it had already experienced cardiac arrest and had to be resuscitated several times. So its capsule must be kept closed for a long time, without any gaps.” The staff member pointed to the rat’s clitoris. The water droplets that had just been dripped onto it had flowed down the clitoral head into its groin, mixing with the rat’s vaginal fluids. However, a thin, moist film of water still remained where the water had flowed.
"Even though it's just a thin film of water covering the clitoral skin, its sensitivity allows it to feel it deeply. Although the rat is unconscious, its brain is still receiving constant pleasurable stimulation from the clitoris. Please pay attention to the rat's movements." The entire room fell silent. The only sounds remaining on the floor were the rat's still-rapid breathing, its groans in its unconscious state—whether from pain or pleasure—accompanied by occasional violent convulsions as if electrocuted. Compared to the "intense" stimulation when the water droplets first fell, it wasn't as unbearable now, but the remaining water, before it completely evaporated, still provided the rat with lingering pleasure.
"Hahaha! This is truly eye-opening! I thought this was similar to previous research on drug-based enhancements to clitoral sensitivity, but I never imagined it could be done so perfectly. How soon can this experiment be applied to sex slaves? I want to send my own sex slave here to be modified like this too!" a male VIP excitedly asked the staff.
"It will probably take a few more months before it can be put into practical use. If everything goes smoothly after that, this year's first-year students will be able to choose this modification project." "Hmm... but there's another question. If the modification is like this rat, will it also be like it is now, confined in a capsule and unable to come out?" "That depends on what level of enhancement you, esteemed guests. After all, this rat is just an experimental subject, its purpose being only to test technologies such as drug efficacy and laser skin resurfacing, and the limits of normal body tolerance. If you just want a sex slave clitoris that can't tolerate the friction of clothing but can go out naked to enjoy the breeze, or a sex slave clitoris that can't even walk and has multiple orgasms while walking, we can provide that for you. We can even train the sex slaves' endurance in stages, so that they can endure the same stimulation without being in mortal danger." "Or, let a female slave end her life in this way of dying from orgasm, wouldn't that be a wonderful sight? Look at that female slave's expression, is it pain? Or pleasure?" Instructor Weng added with a smile.
The visitors were all stunned upon hearing this, turning to carefully observe the rat's expression. Although the screams it had made earlier sound as if someone were actually cutting its body with a knife, the rat, now unconscious and still, had its eyelids slowly closing, and the corners of its mouth, still frothy, were slightly upturned. The intense pain and stimulation it had just experienced had also given it a transcendent satisfaction... If it had stopped breathing, those unaware of the situation would have thought it had ended its life in a state of extreme bliss and contentment, and would never have mistaken it for the beast-like screams it had just made... The visitors who witnessed this were all amazed. Perhaps, apart from the rat itself, ordinary people could not possibly understand or even describe what that kind of extremely intense stimulation felt like.
(V) The Second Rat
"Alright, everyone, let's take a look at the second experimental rat! It might even envy the first rat's experiment!" The visitors all walked enthusiastically toward the second transparent capsule and looked down, but this time, many visitors, especially the majority of male visitors, exclaimed in surprise, "Eh?" Since the clitoris was the main experimental subject, the visitors naturally paid attention to the rat's clitoris first, but what was presented to everyone was more like a male penis than a clitoris... "This rat is undergoing a clitoral lengthening and thickening limit experiment. The experiment involves injecting drugs and using external fillings to thicken and lengthen the clitoris until we set the target size, which is what you see now." "Is this... compared to the size of a male penis?" a lady asked. She had witnessed so many shameful and indecent scenes, but she had never blushed as much as she did now.
The upper body of the rat-like creature retained a woman's appearance, except that its arms had been amputated at the shoulders, rendering it limbless. However, its lower body… while the labia and vagina were preserved, everyone would be immediately drawn to the thick, long object erect beneath its mons pubis. Its appearance was strikingly similar to a male penis. Even the clitoral foreskin, partially preserved, revealed a large clitoral glans resembling a man's penis. The only difference was the absence of a small opening like a male urethra above the glans; otherwise, anyone seeing this rat-like creature's genitals would surely mistake its gender, and no one would associate that thick, long object with a small, fleshy clitoris… "That's right, we did indeed order the clitoris…" "It's been modified to the size of a man's penis. I believe you all understand the purpose of this. Sexual interaction between female slaves has always been a favorite activity for male and female protagonists, but in the past, it could only be achieved through wearable realistic penises or double-headed dildos, which was a bit of a shame. Now, it's possible to modify a female slave's clitoris to the size of a realistic penis. When a female slave's vagina is penetrated by such a warm 'clitoral penis,' the female slave herself receives stimulation from the other's vagina on her own penis—isn't that wonderful?" The staff member said, opening the capsule and touching the enormous clitoris of the animal. The female slave, stimulated in her sensitive area, slightly writhed her remaining body part with unease.
"Moreover, it's not as cumbersome as wearable devices. Just one of these doesn't take up any other space. If there were more of these 'futa' slaves, you could watch them perform a 'sandwich' act, where they're simultaneously being penetrated by another slave from behind, just like male slaves. You can even make it as long as you want!" Hearing the staff's description and imagining the scene, many male guests' eyes were already blazing with desire, and their already erect penises were throbbing even more.
"So, is it... like this? I mean... will it... shrink... like a man's..." "I'm afraid that's impossible, because this clitoris was originally less than the size of a finger joint, but it's been stretched to this length and thickness. In addition to using drugs to enlarge it, so-called 'fillers' have also been added to maintain its hardness and shape. You see, after I touched it, its clitoris became even more swollen due to engorgement; this is when it's erect. But just now, when it wasn't stimulated at all, it was at its smallest size. As you can see, its clitoris will always be this thick, long, and erect." "Haha, this appearance is probably even more embarrassing than its original naked state!" A male guest said mockingly, reaching out to pinch the rat-like creature's clitoral penis, making the female slave even more agitated, and she let out groans that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"I've never held someone else's penis like this before!" the male guest said, his hand beginning to stroke the rat's clitoris and penis, as if he were giving the rat a handjob. However, judging from the rat's expression, it seemed to be mostly uncomfortable. The rat's groans grew louder and louder, eventually turning into wails. The hand stroking the rat's clitoris and penis was moving violently, but the rat showed no signs of reaching orgasm... "What's going on... is this guy... frigid?" the man asked incredulously. Any woman's clitoris, if stroked like this, would have already brought her to orgasm repeatedly, but this rat not only couldn't be brought to orgasm, but was even showing signs of increasing discomfort.
"You said earlier that this rat envied the first rat, is that what you meant?" another, more astute guest asked the staff.
"That's right. The clitoris is originally the area with the highest density of nerve endings in a woman's entire body. However, after being lengthened and thickened, while the number of nerve endings remained the same, the volume of the clitoris increased by dozens of times, making the nerve endings sparser. Furthermore, before implanting the filler, some nerves were damaged and removed to prevent the filler from compressing the nerves. Therefore, its clitoral penis is no more sensitive than a normal clitoris." "Isn't there any way to improve this?"
"Actually, there are some examples. For instance, in the experiment with the first rat, increasing the nerve endings in its clitoris and penis could effectively improve the problem. However, because part of its clitoris is filled with foreign objects, it's currently suffering greatly. Gentlemen, imagine the discomfort of your own penis being engorged and painful, yet unable to release it. This rat is currently enduring this kind of torment." "Haha, so is this rat currently sexually frustrated? Does it want to release quickly?" "You could say that. The filling material is constantly stimulating the nerves inside the clitoris and penis from the inside, sending the rat the signal of 'pain and swelling,' and constantly arousing its sexual pleasure, but with this..." "The stimulation is intense, yet it can't bring it to a satisfying climax." The staff member stroked the rat's clitoral penis and continued, "Moreover, as you can see, even manual stimulation is insufficient to release its long-accumulated sexual desire. Before the implant was inserted, special calculations and simulations were performed to determine the optimal pressure and contact to effectively stimulate the most pleasure nerves. Manual stimulation is no longer enough to trigger its clitoral orgasm. If it wants to achieve a long-awaited clitoral orgasm, besides another woman's vagina, anus, or oral sex, only a few specific sex toys can accomplish the same thing." The staff member stopped and slowly closed the lid of the transparent capsule again. The second rat, its sexual desire aroused but unable to be satisfied, protested with a few soft howls, but was completely ignored.
"So, if any of you guests wish for your sex slaves to also have a clitoral penis in the future, then I personally do not recommend increasing its sensitivity. After all, to enjoy the intercourse between female slaves, both sides need to last longer!" Several guests smiled wickedly, already fantasizing about the lewd scene of a female slave with a clitoral penis thrusting hard into the female slave in front of her, both eager to reach orgasm as soon as possible...
(VI) The Third Rat
"Next is the third rat. It will be a little more troublesome..." When it came to the capsule of the third rat, everyone looked down at the rat's clitoris. After the first glance at the rat's clitoris, everyone showed a slightly disappointed expression.
The third rat-like creature's clitoris was also elongated like the second, but unlike the second, it wasn't long enough to be used as a male penis. Instead, it hung limply between the thighs like a flattened balloon, its color not as vibrant and pink as the first. Instead, it was a dull yellow mixed with the original pink, giving the impression of a sickly and unhealthy clitoris. This disgusted many guests. For many of them, every quality of a female slave was crucial, and a clitoris of this color meant a poorly presented and cheap slave.
However, this was only their first impression. After a few more glances, some sharp-eyed guests noticed a tiny hole in the center of the clitoral glans. Comparing it to the experimental modifications of the previous rat-like creature, the quick-thinking guests had already guessed the purpose of the hole.
The staff pressed a hidden switch at the bottom of the capsule, and a thick rope descended from the ceiling directly above the capsule. Next, the staff opened the transparent capsule, tied a thick rope to the rat, and pressed a hidden switch again. The rope began to retract upwards, suspending the rat's entire body off the capsule bed.
Without its limbs, the rat felt the rope was loosely secured, its potato-like body seemingly on the verge of slipping and falling heavily. Moreover, without its long legs, its remaining height was less than half of its original height. Although its hanging height was only at eye level with the others, it felt like a story or two high to the rat. Without the cushioning effect of its legs, the impact of a fall would surely travel from its lower body upwards to its head and entire body, causing serious injury.
Then, the staff brought a feeding device and a cup of sky-blue liquid, forcefully pouring the entire cup of liquid into the rat's mouth.
The visitors, who already had their own suspicions, were even more certain after seeing the staff force the rat to drink a large cup of sky-blue liquid.
"Alright, what I just gave it to drink, besides water, also included a diuretic and a dye that its body can't absorb or filter. Please wait patiently for a while; in about five minutes, this little rodent will start to urinate, and then you can enjoy its spectacular urination process." "Haha, I guessed right! That little hole really is for urination; no wonder it looks a bit waxy yellow." "Yes, with urine flowing through it over time, it's gradually staining the entire clitoris like this. We haven't found a good solution yet; it's something that needs improvement in this experiment." "So, what about the original urethra?"
"It's blocked. Once this new urethra is cleared, one place to urinate will be enough. However, if we want a female slave who can be penetrated through the urethra and urinate through the clitoris in the future, we might need more refined improvements." "That new urethra... how was it made... was it made by opening another hole in the bladder?" "No, that would greatly increase the difficulty and risk. Actually, this experiment is simply starting from the clitoral head and working downwards. Since the urethra is directly below the clitoris, and there are no important organs to avoid in between, the biggest difficulty is to accurately drill into the narrow urethra. If you drill off-center, all your efforts will be wasted. Therefore, this rat's urethra had to undergo preliminary development before a urethral dilator was inserted, making it easier to find the correct position of the urethra when drilling. So, although it seems simple, it actually took quite a bit of time to complete." "Ugh... ugh..." Halfway through the conversation, the rat began to become restless, and its body hanging in the air swayed noticeably more. The staff and visitors knew that the rat had begun to feel the urge to urinate.
"This diuretic is really potent. In less than five minutes, it's already almost bursting." "No, it's not actually the diuretic's doing. Women's urethras are naturally shorter than men's, which makes women urinate more frequently. Now that this rat's urethra has been blocked in the middle, there's no sphincter to help hold the urine. Any water or other liquids it drinks will generate a huge urge to urinate within a few tens of minutes. Therefore, this rat... not only, but it will be almost impossible for the female slaves undergoing this modification project to hold their urine for more than an hour. Of course, the equipment development department downstairs will also invent urethral plugs and urethral locks suitable for this new urethra as soon as possible." "I see. But in the future, they can urinate standing up like men, which is quite convenient..." A female guest looked at the rat's clitoris with a hint of envy, but was immediately corrected by another male guest.
"There's no need for that at all. They can pee anywhere. Have you forgotten? Female slaves don't have toilets." "Haha, I forgot about that. They are toilets themselves." The guests laughed again, completely ignoring the rat that was about to burst into tears. But the rat knew that these people were there to watch its performance. If it peed without their permission, it would not only have to drink another cup of water and pee again, but it also couldn't imagine what kind of severe punishment it would receive... "Ooh... squeak... squeak squeak... ooh..." The rat wanted to speak, but remembering its status as a mere experimental "white mouse," it knew that speaking human language would not be tolerated. So, without any instruction, it started imitating the sounds of a mouse, which amused the guests even more.
"Alright, look, this female mouse's bladder is about to burst, so let her pee! Remember to pee slowly, don't rush, so we can see clearly!" "Ugh..." The mouse knew that the simple request to "pee slowly" was impossible for it, but it couldn't express its difficulty in words, so it could only try its best, slowly relaxing the urethral sphincter that was less than half of its original size, while praying that this ordeal would end as soon as possible... However, reality is always cruel and merciless... When the mouse's urine reached its clitoris through its new urethra, the mouse knew that this ordeal, like always, was almost going to kill it... The urethra is surrounded by urethral walls, effectively preventing urine from spreading. But this mouse's new urethra was not like that. The tiny hole was merely an artificial opening drilled from the existing muscle, fat, and other connective tissue. There was no surrounding urethral wall to block the fluid. Therefore, whenever urine flowed through, the mouse could vaguely feel some of it spreading and being absorbed by the cells, returning to its body. Thus, each time the mouse needed to urinate, before the urine even left its body, it could feel the urine spreading inside, and a clear wet sensation around the new urethra. The most uncomfortable area was the clitoris… the most sensitive part of a woman's body, rich in nerve endings. The drilling of the hole to create the new urethra had already caused the mouse unimaginable, the most intense pain and pleasure of its life. With the continuous pulse signals from the pleasure nerves, the mouse couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure, suffering and comfort. Countless times, during these experiments, the sheets around its genitals were soaked with the vaginal fluid from orgasm and the urine from incontinence.
However, once the awl finally pierced the urethra and opened this artificial urethra, no more urine flowed from the urethral opening in its lower body. The result of multiple procedures, including packing, gluing, and tightly sewing, was that the rat's original urethra had no chance or way to be restored... All it could do was use its new urethra to experience urinating like a child, using its clitoris, which is derived from the male penis... And when it first tried this novel way of urinating, it was shocked to realize the severity of this cruel reality... The clitoris is an extremely delicate and sensitive sexual organ. During the rat's time as a slave, the training and modification of its clitoris only increased its sensitivity. Even a light touch with a finger could cause it great sexual stimulation.
When the rat realized that a hole would be drilled into its delicate and sensitive organ, it was so frightened that it lost control of its bladder without even realizing it. After the hole was completed, the rat, weakened by the pain and stimulation, was barely breathing. Just when it thought it was finally over, the new urethral wound healed, and the old urethra became blocked. Its first urination brought a different kind of stimulation, no less intense than when its clitoris was drilled… Normally, touching or kneading the clitoris is an external stimulation. It felt as if countless tiny electric currents converged from the clitoral skin towards the center, then traveled into the body like a high-voltage current, along the spinal cord to the brain's receptors, achieving intense sexual stimulation. This feeling was all too familiar to this rat, who had once been a sex slave. However, after the experiment, it experienced something completely new to humans every time it urinated: "Internal stimulation of the clitoris"... "Ugh..." Everyone was still staring intently at the rat's clitoris, not wanting to miss any changes in this novel urinary organ, but unexpectedly, before the clitoris even began to change, the rat started groaning and began to writhe in mid-air, making its already precarious body sway even more restlessly.
Soon, the rat suddenly let out a series of shrill screams, while simultaneously arching its limbless body backward, its originally slender but loose clitoris now swelling up as if inflated. Then, to everyone's eager anticipation, a conspicuous stream of sky-blue liquid flowed gently from the small opening on the clitoris.
Immediately afterward, before anyone could even cry out, they were drowned out by the rat's unusual scream. Meanwhile, the rat-like creature, its entire body convulsing and spasming, was now gushing a jet of sky-blue urine from its clitoris, a stream that nearly splashed onto the clothes of the guests in front of it.
Furthermore, not only was the urine gushing from its clitoris, but also, like a tap turned on, clear, lustful fluid poured down from between its groin, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet beneath.
Finally, as the flow of urine from its clitoris gradually subsided, the rat-like creature's earlier piercing screams seemed to have grown tired, turning into weak moans and gasps… its body continued to tremble intermittently and involuntarily, like a man shaking after urinating. Its eyes stared blankly ahead, unable to focus; its lips were slightly parted, unable to close, a trickle of saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth onto its chest. Even after its body was laid down on the soaked bedsheet, it remained unable to recover.
"This is how this experimental rodent urinates. For the sake of the research, it was forced to drink water, urinate, and then drink water again every day, enduring this torture dozens of times a day. So now it no longer has the energy to perform. If female slaves are to undergo this modification in the future, in addition to paying attention to the health of the clitoris, the master must also avoid the female slaves drinking too much water in one day, so as not to cause a heavy burden on the body due to frequent urination and shorten the service life of the female slave product." "What... this urination thing... is it really that uncomfortable? How come its condition is almost the same as the first rodent?" The guests found it hard to believe, after all, most of them were just looking for visual stimulation, and the female clitoris is originally the same organ as the male penis, only later evolved to have the single function of providing pleasure. Now, asking them to urinate with their clitoris should be the same as male urination, just a simple change of urination location, but it is unexpected that it will have such a great stimulation for the rodents, and even more unexpectedly, it will harm their bodies so much.
"Yes. There are actually several factors involved. First, the clitoris evolved into a purely pleasure organ, covered with numerous nerve endings, meaning any stimulation of the clitoris can have a stronger effect than other parts of the body... Did you know? The small, exposed clitoris we see is actually only a part of the entire clitoral area, called the clitoral glans. The clitoris actually extends inwards and branches until it reaches the sides of the urethra and vaginal opening. This new urethra actually emerges from the original urethral opening as the 'vested body,' which is also part of the clitoris. This tube, which is even longer than the original urethra, is actually the internal structure of the clitoris, extending to the outermost clitoral glans, almost penetrating the entire internal and external structure of the clitoris. This means that when urine passes through, it stimulates the clitoris from the inside out." Most of the guests here weren't very familiar with anatomy, so they were initially confused by terms like "vested body." However, after the simple explanation, they all understood. Several guests nodded thoughtfully, feigning knowledge.
"Furthermore, this urethra isn't like the natural human urethra, which has a solid inner wall to block the force of the liquid flowing through. Instead, besides the already extremely delicate clitoral flesh, the area around this urethra is full of nerve endings. The pain this rat experiences each time it urinates is as if the inner clitoral flesh is being turned inside out. To put it another way, it's like having a catheter inserted into your urethra, and without lubrication, it feels like the flesh around the catheter is being forcibly pulled out..." Whether male or female, imagining the scenario described by the staff member, they could already feel the pain. They couldn't even imagine the agony and despair this rat endured every time it urinated, as if it were being constantly "pulled out of a catheter."
"Moreover, the fluid flowing out isn't clean; it's urine. The urea and other harmful waste it contains seep into the clitoris from the urethra, accumulating over time and eventually causing 'urethritis'... This is clitoral urethritis, making this rat urinate more frequently and experience greater pain during urination, but also worsening the inflammation, making it incurable." The staff member pinched the rat's clitoris, and amidst the rat's loud groans of pain and pleasure, the clitoris, like a sponge, squeezed out a small amount of urine. At the same time
, the rat, unable to withstand such stimulation, reached a powerful orgasm, its lower body erupting with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Simultaneously, the clitoral urethra, which had previously seemed unable to expel urine, now flowed out a stream of fluid—fresh urine that had accumulated in the rat's bladder during the few minutes of rest it had taken.
"What's even more tragic is that this rat-like creature can't control its urination. With just a slight stimulation of its clitoris to reach orgasm, it loses control of its bladder and immediately becomes incontinent if there's even a little urine left. And if it has already held back a lot of urine, like just now, it can't slowly release it, because each urination triggers an orgasm, leading to incontinence, and then it loses control of its urination force, shooting the urine out of its bladder and achieving even stronger stimulation and orgasms… It would rather urinate as soon as it feels the slightest urge, rather suffer several times than accumulate unbearable pain. This is the fate of this rat-like creature, and also the fate of the female slaves who will be modified in this way in the future."
(VII) Riding Horses
A long silence followed. The guests stood there, looking at the pitiful state of these three rat-like creatures, each harboring their own ulterior motives. They showed no mercy to these rat-like creatures, or even to their new female slaves; they might not even possess humanity. Their silence was simply a calculation of which of these three clitoral modification projects to choose for their female slaves.
This silence continued until the third rodent groaned in pain and pleasure as it released a small stream of urine, finally breaking the silence.
"Alright, now that we've seen the completed rodent experiments, shall we move on to the next part of the itinerary?" Instructor Weng then returned to his role as guide, addressing the guests, "Later, due to a limited number of horses, we may not be able to let everyone ride them around the campus. So, while we wait, or for those who don't wish to ride, you can choose whether to continue exploring other floors of the research institute or take a carriage to the restaurant. This afternoon, we've arranged some gambling games for you, such as 'horse racing' and 'dog racing.' Although these are small-scale games and not as transparent as formal horse or dog races..." "We can participate through the internet and various sectors, but it's also a lot of fun to observe these animals competing up close! Now, those who want to ride horses, please line up on my left. I will arrange the horses for you in turn..." As it turned out, most of the guests wanted to experience horseback riding. After all, this wasn't like driving a horse-drawn carriage, which you might have the opportunity to try every time you enter a school. Some guests who had never been to a ranch before had never even seen these rideable horses... When they arrived at the entrance of the research institute, the guests found that several horses were already waiting for them at the gate, while other horses were being led in this direction by dogs carrying their teats.
Many guests who were seeing these kinds of horses for the first time couldn't help but burst out laughing.
What caused everyone's laughter was that although the horses all had beautiful and charming female faces and figures, their hair was so ugly it was unbearable to look at. It was somewhat like a punk hairstyle, but much cleaner. Except for a short, finger-width black tuft running along the center of the head to the nape of the neck, the sides were completely shaved, like a horse's mane.
"This hairstyle, besides distinguishing them from the horses and cattle pulling carts, also prevents their hair from interfering with their own and the rider's movements. How about it? Doesn't it make them look more like horses?" After the guests' laughter, everyone observed these animals with even greater interest. Unlike the horses pulling carts, they moved on all fours, but unlike dogs, their fore and hind legs were straight, and each horse's legs were muscular, indicating extensive training. Each animal had a saddle on its back, and like the horses pulling carts, it had a ring in its nose with reins to control its direction, but there was also a brim covering its mouth and nose.
Like the horses pulling carts, each of their rumps was covered in whip marks, but even more severely, including many unhealed, bright red welts. Furthermore, from the side, many horses also had strange, small bloodstains on the outer sides and front of their drooping udders.
Then, Instructor Weng brought something that answered the guests' questions about the strange bloodstains.
"Put on these riding boots! They will help you control the horses more easily while riding." On the inner side of the heel of each boot was a spike about half a finger's length long; the marks on the horses' udders were caused by these spikes… However, seeing this in front of the guests not only intrigued them but also aroused their sadistic instincts. A voice even whispered in their hearts that if they pitied these animals, they were utterly unworthy to visit the school or buy female slaves… The first to try was a middle-aged, slightly plump noblewoman. She put on riding boots, adjusted them to fit her feet, and happily walked towards the first horse. The jingling of her boots made her feel as cool as a cowgirl.
The horse, blind and deaf, only knew it was about to be ridden. Was it an assistant instructor? A drill sergeant? Or some other visitor? It had no idea. All she knew was that in its remaining life, this was its only way of life…
“Giddy up!” With the help of those around her, the noblewoman finally managed to mount the horse. Holding the reins in one hand, she lashed the horse's rump with the whip in the other, the horse being smaller than her but bearing her weight on its back. A new welt immediately appeared, and the horse's painful whimper, restricted by the bit, sounded more like a horse's neigh. Knowing the rider was ruthless, the horse strained with all its might, propelling itself forward into the darkness.
As the horse began to move, the other guests watching couldn't help but admire the ranch's care for its horses. Even those guests who had never ridden a horse before had experience ordering female slaves to act as mares, allowing them to straddle their backs and crawl. It was through this experience that they learned how difficult it was for a female slave to maintain a straight back and upright posture without the padded arm guards of a horse. Furthermore, maintaining this posture while carrying a passenger was even more challenging. Due to the lifting and moving of the limbs, coupled with the load on the back, the male riders often swayed from side to side with the slave's weight. This wasn't a problem for slow travel, but maintaining a certain speed was uncomfortable for the riders… This particular horse, however, had overcome all these drawbacks. It crawled quite quickly, and the lifting and lowering of its limbs was very smooth. The noblewoman riding on its back didn't feel any jolts or discomfort… Yet, despite this, the noblewoman seemed to have become addicted to it. No matter how steadily or quickly the horse crawled, even at a pace comparable to a brisk walk or jog, the whip continued to rain down on its rump, and the quills continued to pierce its chest like bee stings. The only thing the horse could manage was to keep neighing wildly through its bit while dutifully crawling… “I must warn you all, don’t rush the horses like this lady did. Although this horse hasn’t been trained for races, some others have. If you keep urging it to speed up, it might mistakenly think you’re making it race, and it might then sprint like a racehorse, leaping with its forelegs and hind legs. Not only will it be uncomfortable to sit on, but there’s even a risk of falling off!” “Haha, if we could race, that would be a great experience!” one guest exclaimed excitedly…
(VIII) Gambling
After all the guests had enjoyed the novelty and fun of horseback riding and finished their meal, they returned to the ranch. Instructor Weng set up a large gambling table for them, allowing them to watch the horse and dog races from the best view while enjoying gambling—a leisure activity exclusive to the wealthy.
In the horse races, each horse had an assistant jockey on its back, responsible for guiding the blind horses. And many of these horses…or rather, almost all of them—had just been ridden back from the campus by these guests not long ago.
"Haha, that one, that's the horse I was just riding! What a pity, it turns out it's a racehorse! I should have whipped it a few more times to make it go faster. Okay! I'm betting everything on it!" "You're so confident in your horse? It just carried your heavy body, can it still run?" "Mind your own business, wasn't your horse also preparing for the race? How about we make a bet and see which of our horses is faster!" "Alright! Let's bet! I'm betting everything on my mount too. So what are we betting on?" "We'll bet on our horses. Whoever loses, their horse has to be at the mercy of the other." "Discipline." "Alright! Let me be clear first, my punishment is for your horse to mate with a real stallion!" "Perfect timing? That's the punishment I was thinking of too. It's settled then, whoever loses, their horse has to be mated with a real stallion! Instructor Weng, are there any real horses around here?" "There aren't any on campus, but there's a horse farm nearby. I'll contact the farm managers right now and have them select the largest and strongest stallion and send it over." Although the two guests made their bet without the instructor's consent, he still went along with it and arranged the punishment props.
The starting signal sounded, and the jockeys began whipping the horses relentlessly. Two of the horses, unaware of the fate that awaited them if they lost…

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