[Sex Slave Training Academy] (Bonus Chapter: Ranch Visit) Author: capricandy

Author: capricandy
Word Count: 24930

(I) The Carriage

That morning, a group of people had already gathered outside the gate of the sex slave training academy. This group consisted of both
men and women, most of whom were wealthy men in sharp suits or fashionable ladies, all prominent figures with
significant backgrounds. 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 who , the school
gates were always tightly closed to avoid affecting the students' training and learning. Although wealthy people could spend a little money to spy on the students' classes and living quarters without reservation and without rest through the cameras
throughout ,
if they wanted to get close to them, they could only wait for the "open days" that the school held from time to time
.

And today was the school's "open day". 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 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 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 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 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 been, a copper bell had been replaced. On their snowy buttocks, indelible marks from being branded with a hot iron bore the words "Horse-bearer—" followed by a unique number . "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, and the two girls pulling the carriages began to move forward without hesitation. These girls were no longer students, but "horses-bearers" of the academy's ranch. To them…

There was no longer any need for them to study, nor the right to serve as sex slaves. Their only remaining purpose
was to relentlessly drive them through the darkness in their remaining lives…

(A pulled left nostril meant to turn left, a pulled right nostril meant to turn right, being whipped

meant to speed up, and a sudden pull 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 other 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, quite 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 quickly
after the journey. Instead, they pulled and whipped them haphazardly, their chaotic commands leaving the poor horse girls completely
bewildered. Chaos ensued, which amused the group in the carriages.

Then, three or five more carriages' visitors discussed having a race. The horses, receiving
the stop command, thought they had finally arrived at their destination and were thanking heaven, unaware that the other horses beside them
were slowly aligning themselves into a line. Once everything was ready, one of the assistant instructors gave the order,
"Begin!" The horses, who hadn't heard the starting signal but felt the storm of whipping pain, finally
understood the cruel reality of their race and could only quickly start running forward...

It's worth noting that while these horses pulled the carts on two legs, and their
leg strength was constantly trained through weight-bearing, muscle strength, and endurance exercises to pull such large carts, they were
actually One group consisted of tall, long-legged girls who could
simply walk barefoot while bending over; the other group consisted of shorter girls who were noticeably shorter than the others, and these girls were given
"high heels" to increase their height. This was to ensure that the horses' hips and backs were at a consistent height, allowing them
to experience the whipping more evenly. High heels are custom-made to fit the leg length of each horse; the shorter the legs
, the higher the heels. However, most high heels only cover about half the length of the foot, including the ankle,
heel, and arch. Therefore, the horses' forehooves (toes) still
bear the majority of their weight. Even more cruelly, these high heels are
nailed to the soles of the horses' feet in the same way as horseshoes…

Regardless of the type of horse, racing always involves immense suffering. The pain of walking
barefoot on scorching asphalt or even sharp, jagged stones fills them
with dread. For a horse, the thought of losing its legs in a race would be an even greater despair;

the swaying of the carriage at high speed, caused by the uneven road surface, would travel along the iron bars to the horses' biting holes,
feeling as if their teeth were about to be knocked out; and the whipping from behind would never
stop, no matter how fast they sprinted…

In fact, this wasn't even the most terrifying race… Some horses had an experience where, on an
open field strewn with thumbtacks, their competition was: which carriage's horses had
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 arbitrarily pulled on the reins and whips. What should have been a ten-minute journey took one or two hours before they finally arrived at the ranch gate… The planned itinerary was severely disrupted. Instructor Weng, who had been waiting at the ranch gate, didn't complain, but simply smiled and said, “Distinguished guests, although there was originally a carriage tour of the campus planned , I presume you have already experienced that. Now…” To avoid delaying your ranch tour, please come here to collect the air masks and equipment provided by the school. After you've all put them on, we will arrange for "animal dogs" to guide your tour. The girls on the ranch... no, I should say the livestock... have mostly completely lost the ability and right to take care of themselves. Living in darkness and constantly doing hard labor, they defecate and , resulting in them constantly stepping in or getting their own or other animals' excrement on them. Moreover, girls who should be clean... Once they arrived at this ranch, let alone being able to wipe , they didn't even know when their next bath would be... Therefore, in this ranch with extremely poor hygiene, the stench was overwhelming; visitors could , making them want to stay away. The school, having thought things through, would prepare air masks to provide fresh air, knee-high rubber boots to prevent expensive leather shoes from stepping on filth, and coats to cover their entire bodies to prevent the stench from lingering on their clothes before they were considered ready . After the instructors saw that most of the guests were ready, they ordered the ranch manager to open the ranch gates. What greeted the guests was not the lush green grass and leisurely , but rather a veritable hell for the girls. The first "creatures" they saw were livestock branded with "dog" on their buttocks. These animals were crawling painfully on the ground, on their elbows and knees, making them much shorter than the standing visitors . Most of the animals only reached the visitors' knees or thighs. Their unused forearms and calves were bound with restraint shackles, 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. The dogs' eyes and ears are relatively human-like; they haven't been deprived of hearing and sight. However, their tongues are all flat and long, sticking out of their mouths, and they pant heavily like wild dogs. "These dogs are responsible for 'leading the way,' like guide dogs, which is why their eyes aren't blinded."

Blindfolded. Besides the dogs, other livestock need to have their unnecessary functions eliminated so they can
work .
These guide dogs guide the livestock's movements on the ranch. "Instructor Weng explained, pointing ahead.
Following saw a dog diligently guiding another animal, its eyes blindfolded,
moving forward with its paws and forepaws. Leading the way by moving while holding the other's nipple in their mouth...

"That's a 'cattle,' responsible for plowing the fields and growing vegetables. There's another kind of
cow kept in the barn, specifically for producing milk. However, the milk produced by the cattle 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 began to bend down and eat the filth…

“That’s the secret to this clean road!” Instructor Weng said smugly.

“Good heavens…this…this is just too…” 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 didn’t dare
stop eating the filth in their mouths, and continued licking 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 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 pitiful expression
, and said, "You lot, all of you, report to the 're-education center' tomorrow!"

Hearing that they were to go to the re-education center, the animals all looked up at Instructor Weng, their faces pale. One of them even
managed to say, "Instructor... I..." It realized something was terribly wrong as soon as it uttered the words, but it was too late
...

"You're going to report over there right now!" Instructor Weng commanded the dog mercilessly. 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 tomorrow. 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 livestock training center 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. Even after leaving the training center,
situations like the one just now still occasionally occur, making you all laugh."

Hearing Instructor Weng's explanation, the visitors roughly understood that the training center existed to completely destroy
the last vestiges of humanity in these livestock, and judging from the few animals they had seen so far, the training
center had indeed successfully achieved its goal…

"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 . However, the environment inside is even more stenchy, so please don't go in... And in front is
the area for training the horses' leg strength, please take a look!"

The visitors looked ahead and saw several horses, all on all fours, their hands adorned with...
The thickened, raised leather sheaths allowed their arms to reach the same length as their legs, enabling them to straighten their legs and
keep their backs horizontal. A large bag,
weighing at .

Besides carrying this weight, they had to endure whippings while slowly
crawling , unable to allow the load to fall off their backs.

"These are also livestock, but four-legged animals used for carrying loads and riding,
slightly ."

"Riding? 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 a delicate, beautiful young woman.

"These few aren't good enough yet. They were recently eliminated from their first-year final exams and ended up
on this ranch. They haven't even completed their camel training yet! If you'd like to ride horses, we can bring out
a few so you can have a chance to ride them around the school. Is that alright?"

The visitors nodded excitedly in agreement. Although they had ridden in horse-drawn carriages several times, only
a very few of them had ever ridden 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 variety of bizarre photographs, each depicting a different
naked young woman… or rather, a creature whose identity could not be determined to be human… Below each image was a
description:

“Experiment in maximally modifying breasts: 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,
having to bend over every 3 to 5 minutes to place its breasts on the ground and then laboriously lift them back 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 reactions
included groaning and body jerking; the first orgasmic reaction occurred within five seconds of slight touch…"

"Dog Paw Prosthetic Limb Installation Experiment:…", "Penis Penis Maximal Expansion Experiment", "Anal Penis
Maximal Deep Penetration Experiment,"…

"These are all memorable experiments conducted by the research institute. Whether successful or not,
they provided richer experimental information for subsequent experiments. In the more than ten years since the school was founded, every employee in
the research 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 regarded," Instructor Weng explained.

On the second floor, the layout was completely different from the first floor
. It was built with multiple small rooms on both sides of a corridor. The walls and doors of the small rooms facing the corridor were transparent, so the scene inside could be
clearly . There was a girl restrained on an experimental table that looked like a bed, with
one or more researchers wearing lab coats 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, and drugs are injected 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 up to the upper floors
and take a look! 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 partitions.
There were some simple potted plants on 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 furnishings in the center of the open space were three strange objects side by side, shaped somewhat like transparent capsules,
large enough for a person to lie comfortably on. Around the capsules were pipes connecting them to the inside.

"Are you all distinguished guests visiting here? Please come this way." The only staff member on the floor
noticed Instructor Weng and the visitors, approached them, and guided them towards the capsules.

(IV) The First Rat-like Animal

Sure enough, inside each capsule lay a person, a girl… or…
a creature that looked like a girl…

"These are our successful experimental subjects for this period. Coincidentally, all three are engaged in clitoral development
research . We estimate they can be published in the next issue of the magazine."

When the visitors gathered around the first capsule, looking down at the experimental subject lying inside,
several women gasped in astonishment.

The girl… or rather, the rat-like animal, was lying naked inside the capsule,
without even a sheet, but this wasn't 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 desires,’ 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 this time 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, , which turned out to be a dropper upon closer inspection.

"This little rat 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 clitoris is the highest among all areas of pleasure. However, this
is far from enough for our needs. This little rat's experiment multiplied the 8,000 nerve endings into
16,000. In addition, the keratin layer of the clitoral epithelium was removed, and then
thinned through various physical or chemical methods. Now, its clitoris is covered by only a thin layer of skin, and under that layer are more than 10,000
nerve endings . Just a little friction is enough to make her roll her eyes in pleasure."

"Haha, does that mean it'll always be like this, and she can't wear clothes anymore?"

"It's not just that it can't wear clothes. Just now, when the capsule was opened a crack, a gust of wind blew across its
clitoris , and it couldn't help but ejaculate. Now watch my next performance..." The staff member walked to the capsule
and pointed 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 small hole and stopped it directly above the rat's clitoris. The rat realized what the staff member was about to perform and
hurriedly shook its head and begged for mercy...

A drop of liquid dripped onto the rat's clitoral head, 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. Its body, which had no hands or feet, could still arch back and
fall heavily. Judging from the changes in its cry and the wetness on the capsule bed below its genitals, it had
orgasmed several times in a row...

Finally, it seemed to be exhausted and fainted. It didn't even close its eyes, only rolled its eyes so that the pupils
were not visible . 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 pleasurable stimulation from the clitoris. Pay
attention to the rat's movements."

Everyone fell silent. The only
sounds left on the entire floor were the rat's still-rapid breathing and the unconscious groans it made, whether from pain or pleasure, accompanied by
occasional violent convulsions like being electrocuted. Compared to the "intense" stimulation when the water droplets first fell, it wasn't as unbearable now, but the remaining water still provided the rat with lingering pleasure
until it completely evaporated .

"Hahaha! This is truly an eye-opener for me. I originally thought this was not much different from previous research on drug modification to enhance clitoral
sensitivity , but I never expected it to be so extreme. How soon can this experiment
be applied to sex slaves? I also want to send my sex slaves here to be modified like this." A male VIP
asked the staff excitedly.

"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
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 bodily 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 experiences multiple orgasms while walking, we can provide that for
you . We can even train the sex slaves' endurance in stages, so that they can withstand the same stimulation without
endangering their lives."

"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 to the second transparent capsule and looked down, but this time, many
visitors, especially the male visitors, exclaimed in surprise, "Eh?"

Since the clitoris was the main experimental subject, the visitors naturally paid attention to the rat's
clitoris , 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 them limbs obstructed.
However, its lower body… while the labia, vagina, and other female organs were preserved, everyone would first be
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 above the glans, like a male urethra. Otherwise, anyone
seeing this rat-like creature's genitals would surely mistake its gender, and absolutely no one would
associate that thick, long object with a small, fleshy clitoris…

"That's right, we have indeed decided to modify the clitoris to the size of a man's penis. I believe you all understand the purpose of
doing so . Sexual interaction between female slaves has always been
a favorite activity for male and female masters, but in the past, it could only be achieved through wearable realistic penises or props like double-headed dildos,
which was a bit of a pity. Now, we can modify the 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 to her own penis.
Isn't that a wonderful thing?"

The staff member said, opening the capsule and touching the rat-like creature's enormous clitoris.
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 , 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 seemed to be 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
was mostly uncomfortable. The rat's groans grew louder and louder, eventually turning into howls.
The hand on the clitoris was moving violently, but the rat-like creature showed no signs of climaxing...

"What's going on... is this guy... frigid?" the man asked incredulously. Any woman's clitoris,
if manipulated like this, would have already brought her
to orgasm repeatedly, but this rat-like creature not only failed to bring her to climax, but even seemed to be experiencing increasing discomfort.

"You just said that this rat-like creature envied the first rat-like creature, is that what you meant?" another,
more astute guest asked the staff member.

"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
, the number of nerve endings remained the same, but 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 avoid the filler compressing the nerves. Therefore, its clitoral penis is no more sensitive than a normal clitoris
."

"Isn't there a way to improve this?"

"Actually, there is. For example, in the experiment with the first rat, increasing
the number of nerve endings could effectively improve the problem. However, since part of its clitoris is a foreign
object that was implanted, it is currently suffering greatly. Gentlemen, imagine
the discomfort of your own penis being engorged and painful, yet unable to release it. This rat is currently suffering from this kind of torment."

"Haha, so is this rat currently sexually frustrated? Does it also want to release quickly?"

"To put it simply, the fillers constantly stimulate the nerves inside the clitoral penis from the inside,
sending a 'swelling pain' signal and arousing its sexual pleasure. However, with this level of stimulation,
it cannot reach a satisfying orgasm."

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 fillers were implanted, 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 sufficient to trigger its 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 this for it."

The staff member stopped and slowly closed the lid of the transparent capsule again. The second rat, aroused but unable to achieve
satisfaction, 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 , 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 . 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 rascal will start to urinate,
and then you can enjoy its spectacular urination process."

"Haha, I guessed right! That little hole is indeed 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. After this new urethra is cleared, one place to urinate is enough. However, if in the future we want
a female slave who can be penetrated through the urethra and urinate through the clitoris, we might need more refined modifications."

"That new urethra… how was it made… is it made by creating another opening in the bladder?"

"No, that would greatly increase the difficulty and risk. Actually, this experiment is simply about
chiseling downwards from the clitoral glans. Since the urethra is just below the clitoris, and there are no important organs to avoid in between,
the biggest challenge is accurately drilling into the narrow urethra; if you miss, all your efforts will be wasted. Therefore,"
" This rat's urethra needs to be initially developed before a dilator is inserted to make it
easier . So, although it looks 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 started 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 . 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 imitated 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 the urethral wall, effectively preventing the urine from spreading. But this mouse's new urethra
was not like that. The tiny hole was merely an
artificial 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 and the urine from incontinence.

However, once the awl successfully pierced the urethra and opened this artificial urethra,
no more urine flowed from its urethral opening
in the lower body. The result of multiple procedures—packing, gluing, and tightly sewing—was that the rat's original urethra had no chance of recovery.
All it could do was try to urinate through its new urethra, like a young boy using its clitoris, which is homologous to a male penis
…

And when it first tried this novel method of urination, 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 had only increased its sensitivity; even a light touch with a finger
could cause intense sexual stimulation.

When the rat learned 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. When the hole was finished, the rat, weakened by the pain and stimulation during that period
, was barely breathing. Just when it thought it was finally over, the new urethral wound healed and the old urethra became blocked.
The first time it urinated, it experienced a different kind of stimulation, no less intense than when its clitoris was opened...

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 : "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 sky-blue stream flowed gently from the small opening on the clitoris.

Immediately afterward, before anyone could even cry out, they were drowned
out . Meanwhile, the rat, whose whole body was convulsing and spasming, had its clitoral discharge of sky-blue urine, which had originally been
a babbling brook, turned into a jet of sky-blue water shooting out of a small hole, almost splashing onto the clothes of the guests in front of it
.

In addition to the fluid gushing from its clitoris, clear, lustful fluid also gushed from between the rat's groin like
a tap , soaking a large patch of the bed sheet beneath.

Finally, as the flow of fluid from its clitoris gradually subsided, the rat's previous piercing screams seemed to have
grown tired, turning into weak panting and moaning. Its body was still trembling 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, and a trickle of saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth onto its chest. Even after
its body was laid down on the already soaked bed sheet, it remained unable to come to its senses.

"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...is urinating...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 only interested in 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 cause such great stimulation to the rodents, and even more unexpectedly, it will
harm .

"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 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 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 , 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 , 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, upon reaching its climax with a small puddle of urine, let out
a groan of pain and pleasure, before finally being broken.

"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 , we may not be able to let everyone ride them on campus. While we wait, or
for those who don't wish to ride, you can choose to continue exploring other floors of the research institute, or take
a carriage to the restaurant for lunch. This afternoon, we've arranged some small-scale gambling
games, such as 'horse racing' and 'dog racing.' While these are just small-scale games and cannot be played online like formal horse or dog races,..."
"Everyone participates, 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 chance 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 door, 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 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 , 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 , 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 ; 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 its weight on its back. A new welt immediately appeared, and the horse's painful whimper,
restricted , 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 horses 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 that
keeping without the padded arm guards of a horse was impossible. And
keeping her back horizontal while carrying a person was even more difficult. Due to the lifting and moving of her limbs, coupled with the load
on her back , the male masters riding her often swayed from side to side with the female slave's weight.
This wasn't a problem for slow movement, but maintaining a certain balance was challenging. Speed is not comfortable for a rider... But

this horse has improved on all these shortcomings. Not only does it crawl quite fast, but its limbs also move forward very
smoothly, and the noblewoman sitting on its back does not feel any bumps or discomfort... But despite this, the noblewoman seems to be addicted to whipping
it. No matter how steadily or quickly the horse crawls, even at a pace similar to a brisk walk or jog,
the whip still rains down on its rump, and the quills still sting its chest like bee stings.
The only can do is to keep emitting frantic neighing through its bit while crawling without failing its duty
...

"I must remind everyone here that you shouldn't keep urging the horses to run like this lady did.
Although this horse hasn't been trained for 'racehorse racing,' some of the horses behind it 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 it might even fall off!"

"Haha, if we could race horses, that would be a great experience!" one guest exclaimed wildly...

(

VIII) Gambling

After all the guests had enjoyed the novelty and fun of horseback riding, they finished their meal and 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 also enjoying the
leisure activity of gambling, which is exclusive to the wealthy. In

horse racing, each horse has an assistant coach on its back, responsible for guiding the blind
horse. Many of these horses… or rather, almost all of them, had just been ridden around the campus by these guests not
long ago .

"Haha, that one, that's the horse I just rode! Too bad, 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 even run anymore?"

"Mind your own business. Wasn't your horse preparing for the race? How about we make a bet to see
which horse is faster?"

"Alright! Let's bet! I'm betting everything on my mount. What are we betting on?"

"We'll bet on our horses. Whoever loses, their horse is at the other's mercy."

"Okay! Let me be clear: 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
will be mated by 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 and have them select the largest and most powerful stallion and send it over." Although the two guests made the bet
without consulting the instructor, he still went along with it and arranged the punishment props.

The starting signal sounded, and the jockeys began whipping the horses repeatedly. Two of
the horses, unaware of their fate if they lost…

…

Then came the dog race. Unlike the horse race, which was formal and tense, it was quite amusing. Dogs, besides
rodents, were the only livestock seen on the pasture, so they didn't need to be led. Moreover,
crawling on their elbows and knees, they were already shorter than humans, making them impossible to ride.

However, this very appearance meant that each dog had to constantly twist its shoulders,
waist, and hindquarters to move forward, creating a wobbly crawling motion that amused many
guests .

Moreover, the school, well-versed in making the competition more exciting, designed the horse racing track to resemble
the oval track of a formal racetrack, but the dog racing track was a serpentine track with sharp left and right bends. In addition
, the rules of dog racing allow the dogs to interfere with each other, causing the dogs that could run to run as fast as they could, while those that couldn't
would do everything in their power to hinder the other's progress—colliding, pushing, tripping, and even
some dogs climbing on top of a fallen dog, only to be thrown forward
by the other . Then, whether playfully or in a fight, the two dogs would wrestle and
bite each other…

When the second signal sounded, the dogs, who hadn't been seriously competing, all
turned pale. From the starting line where they had just begun, several medium to large dogs rushed out and ran
towards them. All the dogs quickly steadied themselves and tried to run to the finish line as fast as they could, but no matter how hard
they tried, they couldn't outrun the real dogs. Soon, several lagging dogs were
caught up by the male dogs and pinned to the ground, "executed on the spot"...

"These are the rules of our dog racing. After all, dog racing isn't like horse racing; there's no jockey constantly urging them on. To
stimulate their competitive spirit and motivate them to finish the race,
the starting gates reopen after a certain period of time, and an equal number of male dogs run out. These male dogs are injected with
hormones to induce estrus beforehand, and they already know the rules of the race very well, so they can always personally teach
these immature dogs how to race. We call it 'a lesson of love,' isn't it more effective than a whip?"

The dogs' rear ends were still connected to the male dogs. Having long been deprived of sexual desire, these dogs had no
sense of shame whatsoever. Under this "teaching of love," all they could feel was the burning pain in their genitals from being fucked. The familiar reactions of
estrus and excitement were completely absent; the only reminder to them was that they were truly female dogs
…

The few dogs that made it to the finish line could only watch with slight pity as their
competitors . The number of dogs was equal to the original number of dogs, so the dogs could not assault
these dogs who had made it to the finish line. They could only wait in line, unleashing their sexual desires on the dogs that already had male dogs gratifying
on …

A dog race had ultimately turned into a dog mating show, but the guests didn't seem to care. It wasn't until
the stallion the horse the horse farm had promised was delivered to the school that the sadistic and bestial desires of all the guests reached their peak. It turned out to be
a Shire horse, almost the tallest and strongest, a monster-like breed in the world.

"1.7 meters shoulder height, 2.1 meters body height, 1.1 tons weight, in heat... Does the horse farm owner
really think we're going to use real horses for breeding?" The teaching assistant, leading the giant horse in, excitedly read
the horse's description that came with it.

"Wow... look at this monster's penis, I bet a bodybuilder's arm isn't as thick as it... If you
actually put that in, someone would die! Can your horse handle it?"

Everyone glanced at the horse's huge penis, then turned to look at the guest who had lost the bet, but the
guest expression was one of excessive excitement, anticipation, and even a slightly perverted bloodlust.

"Instructor Weng, we don't want to make things difficult for you and the school, after all, that horse still belongs to the school. If
possible, let's pool our money to buy that animal first..."

"I'm sorry, livestock are defective products made by the school, and they are usually not allowed to be sold," Instructor Weng said
briefly .

"So... if the school doesn't want this punishment to involve school property..."

"How could that be? Since it's livestock, it's already worthless. Giving our guests a
perfect farewell is far more valuable than the livestock's entire life. Besides, no one cares if there
's one more or one less animal, not even the horse running next to it!...Hey! You! Go and
bring the losing horse over!"

Instructor Weng's last words were directed at a dog nearby. The dog, from the
moment , had turned pale and its face was ashen, as if it might faint at any moment. Now
, being ordered by the instructor, it dared not disobey, but after taking a few steps, it almost stumbled.

(ix) Dogs and horses,

being the only animals on the entire ranch that can see this hellish environment, often yearn for
someone to gouge out their eyes and deafen them. For them, watching each animal suffer
its utterly inhuman pain, watching humans, like Yama, decide the life and death of each animal and the power over
its body , while they themselves are like insignificant creatures, only able to try their
best to survive in this harsh and severe environment...

When the dog crawled to the stable, it struggled to lower its upper body, rubbing its face hard on the ground,
afraid that the teaching assistants who might still be inside would see the tear stains on its face and cause it bad luck. Sure enough, when the teaching assistants
saw the helpless girl with a lovely face, but whose face was covered with scrapes and blood slowly
trickling down , crawling in on her elbows and knees, they completely ignored her as if she were invisible.

There was no pity, no tenderness... They didn't even have the slightest bit of animalistic desire in their eyes... How difficult it must be for those animals to
get used to the fact that they are now animals and no longer human, yet these
teaching assistants, instructors, and even visiting guests serving on the ranch and working at the school have long regarded it as a golden rule.

The dog dared not think any further, afraid that it would stir up human emotions again. It silently moved among the limbs of the horses
and finally found one of them, carefully and tenderly taking its
teat into its mouth. The horse trembled, knowing that another dog had come to guide it to work. Despite
being exhausted from carrying people and racing horses all day, its limbs barely able to move, it still resolutely took a step forward and slowly
crawled out of the stable under the dog's guidance…

It didn't know who the dog leading it
was . Previously, when the dogs were leading it, under the pressure of time, they would almost
yank its tender nipples, and the stretched tongues, forced into its mouth while holding the nipples, would
take up considerable space. Therefore, the nipples of the livestock, inevitably licked by the dog's tongue, were constantly stimulated, causing not sexual desire, but an unbearable itching sensation… This dog, however, did not. Even though it was exhausted and had to stop and rest every few steps , the dog was very gentle in leading it. The dog held its nipple in its mouth, and although it still brushed against the horse's tongue, it didn't cause much discomfort. And for some reason… there was a sense of familiarity… As the dog led the horse slowly out of the stable, the setting sun shone on the dog's face. The dog released its grip, watching the sun gradually sink below the horizon. This terrible day was finally coming to an end… The horse thought it had reached its destination, but it received no further instructions. The dog quietly looked around, and after confirming no one was there, it buried its head under the horse again, but instead of continuing forward its mouth, it rubbed its cheek and back against the horse's chest and abdomen, the only place it could touch. Then, it finally opened its mouth and took one of the horse's breasts into its mouth again, but instead of continuing , it began to suckle... "Ugh... ugh..." The discomfort from the suckling made the horse sway its body restlessly, while at the same time it seemed to recall some feeling from a long time ago... The dog, which had only been half-experimenting, actually sucked out the horse's milk after a while... Although the horse's sexual desire had been eradicated and it had not been milked or expressed for a long time, as long as it had been injected with the milk-expressing drug developed by the research institute, its milk would theoretically not run dry even if it had not been milked, as long as it had been nourished... After drinking the milk it had longed for, the dog whispered in the ear closest to the horse: "Senior... I am Minmin... I... I..." At this point, the dog could not continue and tears fell again. Facing her former senior, who couldn't hear her voice at all, and was completely unaware that they were in the same ranch, the same hell, and was now looking on with a confused expression, wondering what the other was up to , the dog-beast barely managed to suppress the myriad emotions in her heart and slowly said, "It's time to go ... Senior... Minmin will see you off... And... soon... Minmin will also come to join you... We promised... to leave ... to that paradise..." The blood-red sunset finally completely disappeared below the ground. ... An hour or two later, the guests walked out of the ranch gate, feeling fulfilled, and boarded carriages. The guests split into two groups. A small group went to the student dormitory, intending to use the golden corsages pinned to their chests, symbols of nobility and distinction, to ravage the sex slave students who had just finished a day of classes and were only now returning to their dormitories to catch their breath... However, unexpectedly, a larger group of guests chose to embark on their journey home directly. After touring the ranch and watching the exhilarating entertainment, the guests found themselves yearning for such a place. They felt that the satisfaction the students, naked in their dormitories, endured while studying and being sexually assaulted, could never match the pleasures the ranch's livestock had provided. Although they hadn't achieved a single full-blown orgasm, everything they had experienced that day was far more unforgettable than any debauchery… (The End)

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