Cattle Registration (10) - Day 4 at the Slave Training Center
The prison cell was thick with cold, damp air.
Karsen stood outside the iron bars, looking down at the former empress.
Yuriathenes stood naked before him, wearing only a chastity belt and nipple clamps, watching him warily.
He crossed his arms and spoke in a low, dry voice.
Yuriathenes frowned for a split second.
It was a posture she had never taken in her entire life.
After a brief hesitation, she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
But she couldn’t bring her hips down properly and lingered with her upper body half-raised.
This kind of position… I have to do this?
Just the thought of it sliced at her pride like a razor.
Karsen watched her for a moment, then flicked his fingers.
The chastity belt and nipple clamps began vibrating violently at the same time.
“Ugh…! Haah…!!”
Yuriathenes’s body shuddered hard.
She clenched her teeth and tried to lower herself, but her body—already teetering on the edge—couldn’t hold out.
“…Haaang…!”
The first orgasm crashed over her.
She finally collapsed forward, pressing herself flat against the floor.
Both arms stretched out ahead, forehead glued to the cold stone, hips pushed as low as they could go.
The Five-Point Prostration was complete.
Is this… really what I look like right now?
With her forehead still pressed to the ground, she ground her teeth inwardly.
The sight of herself—back arched deeply, ass raised high, body flattened against the floor—felt unbearably humiliating and pathetic.
Karsen stood in front of her, looking down, then slowly circled to her right.
He was now observing her from the side.
Her breasts were squished slightly against the floor, her narrow waist flowing into the soft curve of her hips on full display.
Her thighs looked slender yet toned, and the posture naturally spread her legs apart.
…He’s watching.
Yuriathenes could feel his gaze on her body like a physical touch scraping across her skin.
She clenched her teeth and opened her mouth.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… hngh…”
The vibration of the chastity belt seemed to intensify the moment she spoke the declaration.
She still found the posture awkward and degrading.
Simply arching her back deeply and pressing her forehead to the floor was, to her, an utterly humiliating position.
This is just an act. I am the Empress. I will not submit to something like this.
She repeated the words to herself over and over.
Yet the more she spoke the declaration, the more hollow that resolve began to feel.
When the count passed ten, Karsen slowly moved behind her.
He was now looking down directly over her raised ass.
Her plump, resilient buttocks were lifted slightly, the chastity belt locked between them clearly visible.
The insides of her thighs trembled faintly.
…He’s watching from behind too.
A chill ran down Yuriathenes’s spine.
The knowledge that he was staring at her most private parts shook her pride to its core.
She gritted her teeth and continued the declaration.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… ugh…”
This time the moan slipped out a little longer.
When the count passed twenty, Yuriathenes’s thighs began to quiver noticeably.
She pressed her forehead harder against the floor and struggled to lower her hips even more.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… haa…!”
The moan came out clearer now.
The chastity belt’s vibration felt as if it were pushing her right to the brink of climax.
She tried to endure by clenching her teeth, but her body was already nearing its limit.
Hold on… I have to hold on…
She fought desperately inside her mind, but her body had already begun to betray her will.
“…Ugh…!”
The first orgasm hit her again.
Yuriathenes’s body shook violently as she sank even lower, completely flattened against the floor.
She tried to swallow the moan, but it still leaked out.
“…Hngh…!”
It took a long time for the climax to subside.
Breathing hard, she forced herself back into the proper posture.
This is… just an act.
She renewed her resolve inwardly, but the words no longer carried the same weight as before.
When the count passed thirty, Karsen slowly moved back to stand in front of her.
Looking down at the top of her head, he spoke in a low voice.
Yuriathenes kept her forehead pressed to the floor and continued the declaration in a trembling voice.
When the count passed forty, she was already exhausted.
Her back ached, and the cold touch of the stone against her forehead was almost unbearable.
Even so, she continued.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… haa-ugh…”
The second orgasm arrived.
This time her body shook even harder than before.
She bit down hard, trying to suppress the moan, but it still escaped long and low.
“…Haa…!!”
When the count passed forty-eight, Yuriathenes was mentally drained as well.
Inside, she tried to recall the resolve she had already broken many times.
This is just an act. I am the Empress…
But those words no longer held any power.
She was painfully aware of exactly what she was repeating, what posture she was forced into, and who was watching her.
By the time the final declaration ended, she was utterly spent.
Yuriathenes remained with her forehead pressed to the floor, gasping for breath.
She repeated the words she had told herself countless times.
This is just an act… I am the Empress…
Yet now those words felt so empty that even she could no longer believe them.
She simply lay there on the floor, teeth clenched, eyes tightly shut.
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Yuriathenes was still in the Five-Point Prostration, pressed flat against the floor.
Her forehead had been against the cold stone for a long time, and her lower back had grown painfully stiff.
Karsen stood in front of her, looking down, and spoke in a low voice.
With those words, his entire demeanor changed.
Yuriathenes gritted her teeth.
She had thought she was keeping her hips as low as possible, yet they had already risen again.
She carefully arched her back deeper.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle.”
This time she tried to make her voice as low and crude as possible.
But Karsen still looked dissatisfied.
Yuriathenes clenched her teeth and tried again.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle…”
This time she suppressed her voice completely, making it sound servile.
She kept repeating to herself inside.
This is just an act. I am the Empress. I will not break over words like these.
But her body, having already experienced multiple orgasms, was hypersensitive.
The chastity belt’s vibrations continued to torment her with every declaration.
When the count passed ten, Karsen pointed out again.
For a moment, Yuriathenes felt as if she couldn’t breathe.
She had thought she was doing it correctly, but being told to start over again made her chest tighten with frustration.
She gritted her teeth and reset her Five-Point Prostration.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… hngh…”
This time the moan leaked out even longer.
She was already exhausted, but Karsen kept forcing her to repeat the training until her posture and voice were perfect.
When the count passed twenty, her hips had risen again.
Karsen immediately corrected her.
Yuriathenes gritted her teeth and lowered her hips further.
She had heard the same corrections many times, but maintaining the posture was far harder than she expected.
She kept telling herself inside.
Just a little more… just endure a little longer. Think of it as acting.
But Karsen’s constant corrections and pressure were slowly eating away at her mind.
When the count passed thirty, her voice was shaking badly.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… ugh…”
The moan slipped out longer still.
She had already climaxed twice, yet Karsen continued the training, pointing out even the slightest flaw in her posture.
When the count passed forty, Yuriathenes was mentally exhausted.
Simply lowering her hips and pressing her forehead to the floor now felt overwhelmingly difficult.
She kept repeating her resolve inwardly.
Just a little more… just a little more and I’ll be done. The goal isn’t far now.
But Karsen kept forcing her to repeat until both posture and voice were flawless.
When the count passed fifty, her voice had become almost like a scream.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… haaang…!”
The moan dragged out long and shamelessly.
She had already climaxed three times, yet Karsen continued the relentless training, correcting her at every tiny mistake.
She obeyed with gritted teeth, but she was already mentally broken.
When the count passed sixty, Karsen corrected her again.
Tears welled up in Yuriathenes’s eyes for a moment.
She had thought she was giving her all just now, but being told to start over again crushed her chest with despair.
She gritted her teeth and reset her Five-Point Prostration once more.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… haa-ugh…”
The moan came out even longer this time.
She had already climaxed four times, yet Karsen continued forcing her to repeat until her posture and voice were perfect.
When the count passed seventy, Yuriathenes was mentally exhausted.
Simply lowering her hips and pressing her forehead to the floor now felt overwhelmingly difficult.
She kept repeating to herself inside.
Just a little more… just a little more and I’ll be done. The goal isn’t far now.
But Karsen kept forcing her to repeat until both posture and voice were flawless.
When the count passed eighty, her voice had become almost like sobbing.
“I am Master’s iron-blooded cattle… haaang…!”
The moan dragged out long and broken.
She had already climaxed five times, yet Karsen continued the relentless training, correcting her at every tiny mistake.
She obeyed with gritted teeth, but she was already mentally broken.
When the count passed ninety, Yuriathenes was completely spent.
Simply lowering her hips and pressing her forehead to the floor now felt overwhelmingly difficult.
She kept repeating to herself inside.
Just a little more… just a little more and I’ll be done. The goal isn’t far now.
But Karsen kept forcing her to repeat until both posture and voice were flawless.
By the time the final declaration ended, she was utterly exhausted.
With her forehead still pressed to the floor, she gasped for breath.
Karsen looked down at her and spoke in a low voice.
Yuriathenes couldn’t even answer.
She simply remained pressed to the floor, teeth clenched, eyes shut tight.
Today she had recited the declaration over a hundred times.
Out of the 300 required for the cattle quest, she had now completed 214.
Only 86 remained until the goal.
Inside, she clung to a small thread of hope.
Just a little more… just a little more and I’ll be done.
That thought alone was barely keeping her together.