Cattle Registration (4) - Second Day at the Slave Training Center
The female trainer spread her legs wide to fasten the chastity belt in place.
At that moment, her gaze locked onto Yuriathenes’s exposed pussy.
“Pfft.”
The female trainer let out a low, mocking laugh.
“Hey, cattle. Already this wet? What the hell were you doing lying in that cage to make your cunt glisten like this?”
She reached out and lightly flicked Yuriathenes’s slick folds with a finger, sneering.
“This is actually hilarious. You strutted around pretending to be empress, but inside you were always just a filthy, perverted animal, weren’t you? Look at you—your pussy is literally dripping.”
Yuriathenes’s face drained of all color in an instant.
She instinctively tried to clamp her thighs shut, but the trainer’s assistants held them apart with brutal strength. Her pussy was still leaking clear, sticky nectar from the lingering effects of the reality quest. And now another woman—one who trained cattle for a living—was staring straight at it and laughing.
“……Stop…… Don’t look……!”
Her voice cracked for the first time. Shame surged up her throat like bile.
The fact that she, the empress, was having her most private parts laid bare and ridiculed in front of a stranger’s eyes was unbearable.
The female trainer smirked.
“Embarrassed? You’re nothing but cattle. With how soaked you are, that aphrodisiac is going to hit you like a hammer.”
Still smiling, she locked the chastity belt tightly around Yuriathenes’s waist. The magic-stone protrusion settled perfectly against her swollen, dripping clitoris and began delivering relentless, vibrating pressure.
Yuriathenes’s entire body shuddered. Shame and the drug crushed her at the same time.
Karsen spoke in a flat, ice-cold voice.
“Repeat it. ‘I am iron-blooded cattle.’”
Yuriathenes trembled. Even the smallest movement sent fresh waves of unwanted pleasure rippling through her because of the aphrodisiac. The nipple clamps continued their steady vibration while the chastity belt’s stone ground against her clit without mercy.
“……I absolutely…… will not.”
She clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached.
Karsen simply smiled.
“Then we’ll move straight to the public ceremony in the square.”
Those words stabbed into her chest like a fresh blade.
She couldn’t help but picture the scene she had imagined earlier—herself on all fours in front of a jeering crowd. Her body shook.
In the end, she placed her hands on the cold floor and assumed the position on all fours. Her long platinum hair spilled across the tiles like a fallen banner.
Yet she still refused to speak.
She gritted her teeth and endured.
The aphrodisiac and the devices grew stronger. One minute. Two. Three…
Her body began to shake violently. The clamps on her nipples sent constant jolts of sensation straight to her core while the magic stone crushed her clit in rhythmic waves of pleasure.
“……Haa…… Haa……”
Her breathing turned ragged.
At the four-minute mark, her hips twitched.
The first orgasm crashed over her.
“……Khk……!!”
She bit down hard, choking back the moan.
Fifth minute. Sixth. The second and third climaxes followed in rapid succession. Her legs turned to jelly. Her arms shook. Her mind began to fog.
Seventh minute. The fourth orgasm.
Her whole body convulsed. A strangled cry slipped past her clenched teeth.
“……Haan……!!”
Eighth minute. The fifth orgasm.
Her thoughts bleached white. Her pride as empress, the dignity of the empire—everything was dissolving.
Ninth minute. The sixth orgasm.
She collapsed forward onto the floor like a broken doll, completely spent.
Karsen’s low voice cut through the haze.
“Say it now.”
Yuriathenes was no longer fully conscious. Her crimson eyes were unfocused, lips parted. Almost unconsciously, from within the shattered ruins of her mind, the words spilled out.
“……I……”
Her voice trembled.
“……am…… iron-blooded…… cattle……”
The moment the words left her mouth, something inside her pride shattered with an audible crack.
Yuriathenes remained on all fours, panting like a beast. She had just spoken the words herself.
I am iron-blooded cattle.
That single sentence had sliced through her self-respect like a razor.
“……!”
Tears welled up in her crimson eyes. She shook her head fiercely, but the tears spilled down her cheeks anyway.
The realization that she—the empress—had knelt on all fours on the training room floor and declared herself “iron-blooded cattle” was so humiliating she could barely breathe.
“……Don’t make me laugh……”
Her voice shook badly. Still on all fours, her entire body quivered. The aphrodisiac burned through her veins, but she clung desperately to the last shreds of her pride.
“I am…… not cattle…… I will never…… accept it……”
Yet the drug was slowly, relentlessly melting her will.
Thirty minutes.
Those thirty minutes were pure hell.
The nipple stimulators never stopped vibrating. Every time the magic-stone protrusion pressed harder against her clit, another brutal wave of pleasure slammed into her.
“……Haa…… Haa……”
Her breathing grew desperate. She clawed at the floor, trying to hold on.
But her body had already betrayed her.
The first orgasm hit.
“……Khk……!!”
She tried to swallow the sound. Her thighs shook as more slick fluid leaked around the chastity belt. Tears streamed down her face while she bit her lip bloody and endured.
Second. Third. The climaxes came one after another.
She scratched at the floor, repeating inside her mind, I am the emperor… I am the emperor…
But her body was slipping further and further beyond her control.
“……Let me go…… Please let me go……!”
Her plea was weak, pathetic.
The trainers ignored her.
“Relax. Cattle shouldn’t be so tense,” the female trainer said, stepping behind her.
She began to massage Yuriathenes’s breasts with deceptively gentle, persistent hands.
“See, cattle? When I rub you nice and soft like this, it feels better, doesn’t it?”
Her fingers teased the nipples, kneading the soft flesh, forcing the tension to melt even as the devices and the drug grew stronger.
“……Ah……!”
Yuriathenes’s body jerked hard. The softer the trainer’s touch, the more violently the pleasure from the devices and aphrodisiac surged.
“……Stop…… Please stop……!”
She begged, but they didn’t stop.
The female trainer stroked her back and gently lifted her hips. The motion pressed the magic stone even harder against her clit.
“……Haan……!!”
The fourth and fifth orgasms exploded back-to-back. Her body convulsed, spraying clear fluid across the floor.
“……Let me go…… Please…… let me go……!”
Her voice grew fainter.
Still the trainers only smiled.
The woman’s hand slid along the inside of her thigh, brushing indirectly against the tortured clit.
“……Ah…… Aah……!!”
The sixth orgasm tore through her. She collapsed completely onto the floor. Her platinum hair, soaked with sweat, stuck to the tiles.
“……Haa…… Haa……”
She panted, desperately trying to hold back more tears, but they kept falling.
“……I am…… the emperor……”
She whispered hoarsely.
Another devastating climax crashed over her at once.
“……Haan……!!”
Her body spasmed violently. Through clenched teeth, she spoke the words a second time.
“……I…… am iron-blooded…… cattle……”
And a third.
“……I…… am iron-blooded…… cattle……”
Her voice had already turned into nothing but a moan.
She could no longer endure.
The sixth, seventh, and eighth orgasms ripped through her in succession. Her body had completely abandoned her will. Her crimson eyes gradually lost focus.
And then—
She passed out.
Yuriathenes’s eyes snapped open.
She was back on the throne in her imperial office. The crimson mantle rested on her shoulders, the ruby crown still sat atop her head. The audience chamber was quiet, filled with the heavy silence that followed the end of official reports.
Yet her body still burned with the aftershocks from the cattle dimension.
“……Haa……”
She clenched her teeth. Her ministers were still present in the hall. She fought to maintain her dignified expression.
But her lower belly throbbed with relentless heat, and her clit continued to pulse as if the chastity belt were still locked around it.
“Your Majesty…?”
One of the ministers asked cautiously.
Yuriathenes shook her head, jaw tight.
“……It is nothing. Continue the report.”
Her voice remained cold and commanding.
But her legs were trembling almost imperceptibly.
Another orgasm surged toward her.
“……!!”
She bit down harder. Her body gave a tiny convulsion. Beneath the table, her hand clenched the fabric of her dress in a white-knuckled grip.
The shame of reaching climax in front of her ministers bored into her skull like a drill.
“……Khk……”
She tried to dismiss them.
“……That is enough for today. All of you, withdraw.”
The ministers, sensing the subtle change in her expression, bowed carefully.
“Your Majesty, your complexion…”
“It is nothing. Withdraw.”
Her voice cracked just slightly.
One by one, the ministers left the audience chamber until she was alone.
The moment the doors closed, she could no longer hold back.
“……Haa…… Haan……!!”
Her body convulsed hard. The second, third, and fourth orgasms tore through her in rapid succession.
She leaned back against the throne, hand clamped over her mouth, but the moans still escaped.
“……Ah…… Aah……!!”
The fifth and sixth climaxes followed.
Her body had completely betrayed her will.
She slumped against the throne, struggling to gather the shattered fragments of her mind.
“……System…… You…… dare……”
Intense despair and rage burned in her crimson eyes.
Alone in the vast chamber, she endured climax after climax, barely clinging to her sanity.