Initiate her processing, putting Yania fully under his control

Pembleton moved around Yania's front, removing a lock of her hair from her eyes, allowing her to look up at him as he stroked her face. "Alone at last." He said, echoing Yania's fears in a wistful tone.

"I have something for you, Princess." Pembleton moved, his hand trailing down her smooth back, over the hump of her butt, and moved towards one of the closets, taking something from it. With Yania unable to move her head, she could only wait in dread anticipation for whatever unpleasant thing it might be. Pembleton fiddled for a moment, and returned, this time Yania could feel something thin and flexible brushing its way up her body. Soon, it was in front of her eyes.

It appeared to her to be a long, thin, flexible black rod, similar in shape to a thick wire. One its tip was a little metal device, resting below that was a tiny, capsule-shaped object held in place by a teeny claw on the rod.

"Do you know where this is going?"

Yania shook her head, slightly.

Pembleton whipped her back with the rod, causing Yania to cry out in pain. "I asked a question, Princess."

"Ah! Please Mister P- AHHH!" Another whip, harder, "Master! Master Pembleton! I... I'm not sure where that is going."

"Take a guess, Princess."

Yania looked at it for a moment. Given her circumstances there's only a few places Pembleton would want to put a flexible device. "It... it might be going, into my anus." Pembleton began to raise the rod for another whip, "M-Master."

"You are right, Princess. Good girl. There is a little camera on the end of this device. Pembleton pointed at the smooth glass-and-metal tip. He then moved around back, where Yania couldn't see him, where she could only hear and feel him. "This camera tip is first inserted into your tight little Princess butthole." Pembleton prodded it lightly into Yania's back hole, it was so small and smooth that the tip of it entered at even that gentle poke. "It will go deep into your rectal cavity until..." Pembleton ran the flexible rod up her back, and then around her side until it rested underneath her, touching her stomach "it passes a second sphincter, landing it in your guts. There I will release this little guy." Pembleton brought the device back into Yania's field of vision. He was pointing at the small capsule.

"This thing is the goal, Princess Yania. It is a remarkable little device. We call it your 'Switch'. It will harmlessly attach itself inside of your intestine, and there it will remain. It waits for a signal from a controlling device," Pembleton pivoted so she could see a nob-filled little black box on his belt, "and when it gets that signal, it releases a kind of sonic vibration right inside your little tummy. Princess," Pembleton moved the thin rod below her chin, lifting her head to look into her eyes, his own expression serious, "when it does this, it will cause you physical distress. I have many settings. It can be completely dormant, uncomfortable, or it can feel like a hole is burning its way through your insides."

"Why do you think I would put this in you, Princess?" Pembleton was still propping up her head.

Remembering her previous lesson, Yania swallowed and wet her lips to answer, looking into Pembleton's eyes with her own brown ones, "I think... I think you might put that in me to... help control me. Master." Pembleton was still looking at her, waiting for more. "To punish me, if I disobey you. Or, or if I displease you."

"Correct again, Princess Yania," Pembleton whispered.

"First, though, the enema. Got to get your insides clean, Princess."

First Pembleton dragged over some kind of cushioned stand that propped up Yania's midsection, taking pressure off her legs and neck. He adjusted it a couple times until he appeared satisfied. He then moved her toned legs until they were positioned to his satisfaction, at which point he closed some kind of manacle attached to the stand around each one, keeping them spread. Yania was now more immobile than ever, barely even able to wiggle her little brown rump when Pembleton gave it a playful swat of his open hand.

Yania could hear Pembleton fiddling around behind her again. She could hear him doing something high on the ceiling, then low on the ground. It appeared that this enema would be of a slightly different nature than her previous one. Without warning Pembleton poked something hard into her little backside hole. Holding it there, he fiddled with something behind her until Yania felt water begin filling the inside of her rectum. She didn't receive instructions to hold anything in, instead it appeared he was flushing her out directly, and her insides were disappearing down into another tube continuously.

As Pembleton held the nozzle leading to her anus in place, for the first time she could feel him probing her soft, young vagina. First he ran his fingers around the outside, teasing the hairs. Next he pulled gently at her lips, slowly spreading them open and closed. Finally he dipped his finger in, gathering a little moisture onto his finger, which he used to brush her clitoris. Yania bit her tongue, refusing to make any sound during this particular ****.

"You've got a sexy little brown pussy back here, slut." Pembleton's voice said behind her. Yania didn't answer.

"AHH!" Yania cried out in pain and thrashed, gritting her teeth. This time Pembleton's thin rod had swatted her right on her sensitive, stimulated vagina. The pain was unbelievable.

Pembleton's voice came from behind her again, "Your master paid your pussy a compliment. Use what brains you have, princess, how should a good **** respond?" He brushed her pussy lightly again, rubbing back and forth, but this time instead of his hand it was with the flexible rod that had just punished her.

"M-master... Thank you for complimenting me. Thank you for complimenting my pussy, Master, for calling it pretty." Her rectum still being flushed by water, Yania worked desperately to find the words that would stop that awful pain from happening again.

The water stopped flushing out her insides. Pembleton waited for Yania's ass to fully drain, squeezing her belly slightly with his hands. Finally the enema nozzle was removed, and put away.

Pembleton went straight to work, Yania could hear him boot up the monitor behind her. She could imagine that the camera at the end of his rod would show an image on to the screen, helping guide him. "Let's see how a princess looks like on the inside." Pembleton said crudely. He slowly fed the thin probe into Yania's anus, twisting occasionally to help guide it. It was so thin and flexible, it actually didn't feel bad at first, until it started invading where nothing was really supposed to enter. Just as Yania started gritting her teeth in discomfort, Pembleton said, "There! You're good for three months!" And started withdrawing the rod back out, its evil load deposited deep inside the princesses guts.

It's inside me, now. Yania thought. She had gone through so much that she hadn't really processed the implications until that moment. Pembleton could now give her any amount of pain he wished, as a response, sure, or just on whim. The princess shivered in fear. There was no more pretending this nightmare would end. Her body, even her mind were no longer hers to control. Her submission was hardly a matter of choice anymore. It was an inevitability, and a constant. It was a horror, two days in and the princess really was an African **** in America.