She is shown her Stable and her dinner

Yania was led to the Stables, the living quarters for the imprisoned women of the farm. Each room had a nameplate. At least, she thought, she wouldn't have to share a room with one of the strangers here. Dave was still making rounds, leading the cows to their quarters for the evening. Each woman was somehow similar, each had massive breasts, the same heavy piercings, the same bald heads, all had varying shades of dark skin, and all had strong, fit bodies. Their heights, exact builds, facial features, and exact coloring were all different, but somehow their eerie sameness made them look like animals, like something of the same, separate species. "Me too." Princess whispered to herself.

Pembleton stopped next to a room with the nameplate "PRINCESS". For some reason this made Yania shiver. She had been expected - it had been planned for her to be here, in this new life, doing the degrading things she was expected to do, for quite some time. There was a blunt plastic hook outside each room, most were empty but Princess' was not. It held a pair of white... "mittens" was the closest description Yania had. There was no spacing for thumbs on the mittens, and buckles at their base would keep them strapped on without outside help.

"The girls all get alone time in their rooms." Pembleton reached out and held the pair of hand coverings for a moment. "These mittens help ensure they don't hurt themselves or the room, and are always worn when they are alone. There's nothing you need fingers for inside." He didn't take them off the hook, though. Apparently he wasn't done with her today, yet. Master put his hand on a plate outside the door, and Princess could hear it audibly unlatch. Her room could only be accessed, and she only be let out, if someone allowed her.

Pembleton swung open the door to her new room. "Shall we, Princess?" he asked, a trace of mocking in his tone and phrasing.

The room was completely white, covered in a padded rubbery/plasticy material, and appeared to be entirely molded into one piece. Yania went to the bed - where the squishy material of the floor molded up in a box shape with rounded corners. There was a pillow, but when she touched it she realize that it, too, was another part of the bed, and attached to it. She went to the shower area, which was the only feature of this place other than the bedroom. It featured a smooth floor, but when Yania stepped on it she realize that it, too, was made of some kind of soft, smooth padding. The floor sloped down to a drain in the middle. There was no shower head, only a metal plate in the ceiling with a series of holes.

"Everything is operated by push button or just placing the correct orifice in the right place, Princess." Pembleton pointed to a rubber nozzle on the bedroom wall, "Put your mouth on this and bite just slightly, it will release water for you to drink."

Like a hamster, Yania thought.

"All urine goes down the shower drain. Simply press the shower button on the right side for a quick spurt of water, on the left for when you are actually showering yourself. Press this button here and the shower will release soap into the stream of water." Pembleton continued showing off her new room.

He pointed to another rubber nozzle on the floor of the shower room, "At least once daily, you will sit your little bum on this nozzle. It will flush out your insides, and then when its done flush the waste down. It's best if you scoot your knees up to your belly when you use it. It is cleaned in the morning when Dave or I come to get you, and again in the evening when you are placed in your Stable for the night."

"This little guy will keep your teeth clean," Pembleton had moved to a curved, horseshoe (or jaw) shaped bristled piece of rubber on the wall. "Simply clamp your teeth down on it and let it do the work. You will be expected to use it in the morning and after all meals."

"The room is vented to keep it fresh, and can be completely washed out, which is done monthly." Pembleton's little tour of her room was winding down.

"This room is designed to keep you safe, Princess. You will not be able to **** on anything here. Trying to bite off the nozzles will cause them to withdraw. Damaging any property - and by that I mean yourself or this room - will be severely punished, and may revoke your Stable privileges. We do have places for girls that don't take care of themselves and their Stable, and you will be safe there, and very unhappy I can promise you."

The lower part of Yania's door slid into her room, and opened. Her door had a box built in, also padded, for transferring items. It could be latched closed afterwards.

"Dinner, Princess." Pembleton said to Yania. "Go ahead and see."

Yania felt a rumbling in her belly. It had been an active day, and she hadn't eaten since that morning. Still, she approached the box apprehensively. Whatever her meals would consist of here, it couldn't be good, and it was time to discover just how bad they were.