To the Grooming room, as a new Yania needs to look the part

Pembleton removed the support that was helping prop up Yania's midsection and her legs from its attached manacles, then moved around to each side of the pillory holding her head and arms immobile. He manipulated some latches on either side.

"The pillory is free of its base, Princess. Stand."

It was a struggle, but Yania could indeed now slide the large wooden block upwards and then, suddenly, she was standing, hands half-raised and poking through a hole on either side of her head. She had forgotten about the patient's gown she was still wearing, but it now dangled in front of her while still revealing her backside. She realized for the first time that there was a long chain attached to the front of her massive restraint, which Pembleton grabbed. He pressed his hand on a plate next to the door - biometric screening, and the door unlatched.

He swung it open and led Princess Yania by chain a short distance to another room, labeled "Grooming". Inside was a framework where she could slide her pillory into place. It was hard to look around, her head and arms so awkwardly immobilized, but Yania caught glimpses of a large number of sterile-looking silver tools, hanging all over the walls. Scissors, needles, and more. Fear was quaking in her belly, and her feet would barely allow her to walk.

Pembleton had walked around her back, and was stroking her firm butt, almost soothingly, "Sshhh, Princess, you're forgetting your place." Stroke. "I know it's scary, but whatever you will feel is what I want you to feel. It is no longer in your control. Please me, and you need not ever fear, only accept the pain you are given." Stroke. "Displeasing me should be your only fear, because that is the only way that you can make things worse for yourself. Fear is a symptom of choice, my dear. Let go of your choices, and you can let go of your fear."

Princess Yania still felt afraid, but somehow a little less so. In a way Pembleton was right. She could experience and endure pain, she wouldn't have a choice with the Switch in her belly, but the only way that she could make things worse was to act out, displeasing her white controllers. She turned it over in her mind. "Thank you, Master Pembleton. I'm not so scared now. I'll... I'll try to remember that."

"That a girl," Pembleton responded, giving her behind a final pat and then a squeeze. "Now go slide your pillory into place."

Yania obeyed, her feet now steady. She awkwardly lifted, then slid the wooden block into its framework, immobilizing again her own head and arms, her freedom to move denied. Pembleton again slid a cushioned support under her midsection. This one was a little bigger, and though it covered her belly it had a hole where her stomach could still be accessed. Again her feet were strapped into place. Pembleton did a couple adjustments, lowering her midsection so her feet rested more fully on the floor, then raising the height of the pillory a hair before locking it into place.

"Comfortable, Princess?" Pembleton asked, absurdly. Yania wasn't, of course, on any level; with her young body exposed and restrained. But her weight was evenly distributed thanks to his adjustments and she took his meaning there.

"Yes, Master, much better. Thank you."

Her master grabbed something off the wall, bringing it before her eyes. A large, sharp, silver metal shears. Yania swallowed her panic, trying to remember his words - she must endure what he gave her and pleasing him was all she could do to avoid worse. Under Pembleton's complete control, that was her only safety.

Pembleton dragged the flat of the shears down her dark back, its sharp point trailing. He slid it down the cheek of her buttocks, and placed the flat of the cool metal right on Yania's pussy, pressing firmly and rubbing it back and forth. Yania shivered in fear and a little bit of excitement. Hitherto her life had been all about restraint in sexual matters, saving herself for a suitor suitable to her prestige, taking her time with the honorable boys she did date. Since coming to America her beautiful brown body had been so much a plaything for the white men around her, a completely exposed sexual toy. She pressed back on the hard metal shears lightly, but Pembleton was moving on, she lost contact with them. She felt it next on her shoulder blade.

"Let's get rid of this ridiculous thing." Pembleton said, and cut down one sleeve, then the other of the flimsy open gown Yania had been wearing since Customs. He picked it up and placed it in a trash bin, which he then dragged over under Yania's head.

"Your hair will be removed, Yania." Pembleton said, and began cutting off her traditional long, knotted locks of hair without waiting.

"Yes, Master." Yania whispered, watching her hair plop into the bucket beneath her face.

"While I do this, let me tell you a little bit about how you will be expected to conduct yourself, Princess." Snip.

"You've proven to be a fast learner, and a quick adjuster here, Yania. Quicker than I imagined possible, given your upbringing." Snip.

His words hurt Yania deeply, reflecting her own shame. "Thank you, Master." A tear fell from her eye, hitting the hair she was losing in the trash beneath her.

Snip. "Do you think it's true what the Americans say about your people, that you were made to serve the whites? That you are better off this way?"

Of course not! 22 years of pride and noble ubringing swelled briefly, then subsided. Hadn't she, in two days, submitted nearly without question or fight to multiple white people? Wasn't she calling a white man "Master" now? Hadn't she even... derived pleasure from it? She thought back to Customs, what she had done. "I don't know, Master Pembleton."

Pembleton paused his cutting for a moment and freed his growing penis from his pants. The purple-white thing stood in front of Yania's face, looking at her. She wasn't much of a judge of male anatomy, but it was bigger than Goodchild's, of that she was certain.

Snip. "Personally, I don't. Doesn't make a lot of sense, biologically. Plus, I've seen a lot of the world. Lived a lot of the world." Snip. "Seen a lot of cultures. **** a lot of women, truth be told, when I was completely sure I could get away with it. The world is full of different people." Snip. "A few of them are there to lead. A few of them are there to serve." Snip. "Most of them are flexible, and shaped by their environment. Almost all people can be taught to serve, though." Snip.

Yania was silent, almost entranced by his words, her eyes on her Master's hard cock waving in front of her face.

"Princess." Her trance was broken, and Pembleton moved his sharp shears below her chin, raising her head so he could meet her beautiful eyes with his cruel ones. Yania swallowed. "From this moment on, you are to answer any question I ask you truthfully."

Yania felt a small, buzzing pain in her stomach. She realized that, for the first time, Pembleton was using her Switch, manipulating the controls with his free hand.

"I may not like the answer. You may be punished if I don't like the answer, simply because I can." The pain in her stomach increased. "But you must answer both truthfully and completely, or your punishment will always be far worse." More pain. Yania was sweating now. "Not doing so will be considered disobedience. Do you understand?" Again, worse pain.

"Y-" Her words got stuck. Yania had to swallow to wet her throat, trying desperately to get her words out, to get Pembleton to stop her ****. "Yes, Master. I understand. I will answer all your questions truthfully."

The pain stopped abruptly and the shears disappeared from under her jaw. A flood of endorphin went through Yania's body, a result of her pain. "Good, Princess." Snip. Pembleton had resumed his work on her head. The front and sides of her head felt much lighter now, he was working his way up back. "Put your eyes back on your master's cock, like you had been."

Yania obediently returned to watching his penis, hypnotically swaying in front of her face. Snip.

"In your case, Princess, I think you've been shaped your whole life to serve without knowing it. I think your Mother's **** of personality taught you to serve; her cause, her people." Snip. "You never rebelled, never ran off with boys. Now here you are, serving again." Snip. "Only this time you are also exploring sex for the first time in your life. In service."

Yamia was almost out of hair to cut off. As Pembleton's work brought him closer to the back of her head his ever-moving penis had gotten closer and closer to her face.

"You didn't stop watching my penis when I told you that it had **** women, Princess. It didn't turn you off?"

"No, Master. I guess..." Yania looked up into his eyes, which were searching her face. "It didn't really matter. Maybe... maybe some of those woman kind of... wanted it, Master."

"Would you, princess, 'kind of' want your black pussy to be **** by my white cock?" His eyes were hard, searching her own.

Yania's flower had been teased several times so far, and her ass had been intruded in. Plus having her hair cut while held in bondage had been a surprisingly intimate experience. In this place, this position, there was no point in lying about what she and her body desired. Dropping her eyes to his penis Yania was able to whisper truthfully, "I think my pussy might like to be **** by you, Master."

"Maybe I'll **** you soon Princess. For now, would you like to try holding your master's cock in your mouth while I finish removing your hair?"

"I... I would be willing-" a twinge of pain assaulted her stomach. Pembleton was looking at her closely. "... I would like to try that, Master," Yania looked into his eyes, correcting herself, and parted her pretty lips.

Pembleton smiled his grandfatherly smile at her. "Good girl." He placed the head of his cock in her mouth and grabbed another gnarled lock of hair. Snip.

Yania was unable to move her head, so she just held the tip of her master's penis in her mouth. She experimented instead with her slim tongue, swirling it around his cock, poking at and playing with the hole, flicking it. She could feel her vagina tightening and relaxing as she held her master in her mouth for the first time, becoming more aroused.

She was almost sorry when he took the last lock of her hair off and Pembleton gently removed his penis from her mouth. He turned. A small trail of precum for a moment connected her lips to the head of his penis, then snapped back. Yania licked it off of her lips. It was salty, but mild, not completely unpleasant. Her pussy seemed to twitch in approval of her actions.

Pembleton returned with a brush and a small container of some white foam. He began quickly brushing her now-much-shorter hair with the foam, then began massaging it into her scalp.

"You changed a lot even before today, Princess. I want you to tell me about Customs. What happened to you there?"

Yania thought for a moment. "I woke up in a bed there. A man came to get me... A fat white man. He called himself Officer Goodchild. He didn't let me speak and... He put his fingers in my p-pussy," Yania realized she had never said the word out loud like that before.

Pembleton had moved away and grabbed a large, straight metal razor from off the shelf. His penis still dangled out of the front of his trousers, now at half-mast, but he seemed interested in Yania's account and she went on.

"I attacked him. Tried to, anyway but he stunned me." Pembleton was carefully moving and probing her head now, obviously ready to shave it bald.

He chuckled, "Bet Goodchild didn't like that. He had every right to finger your brown little box to his heart's content, and worse."

"No, Master. Yes, Master, he did. I was moved to the exam room. They put me on the table and... there was a nurse there too, a woman... she found the, uh, package that, that you put inside me." Zzzip, Yania felt the cold razor move along her scalp, taking hair and foam with it. The leftovers plopped into the trash bin under her head. Pembleton didn't acknowledge her accusation, seemingly intent on his work.

Yania went on. "She pulled the package out of my vagina and then gave me an enema." Pembleton still was silently working, but she saw his mostly-deflated penis twitch as she described her violation. "She put something... a speculum, I think, up my rear to look for more contraband. And, uh, Goodchild wanted to administer his, uh, 'Compliance Test' at the same time."

More foam, more hair. "At the same time? And the nurse let him, huh? What was it, a blowjob?"

"Yes, Master. I didn't fight, I did what he asked. I tried to anyway, he was fat and I was having a hard time and... I guess it wasn't very good. So the nurse, when she was done inspecting my butthole, she 'helped' me. She pushed my head down and told me to cup and lick his balls when he was in my throat."

"Hah! Sounds like you got a little better! What else?"

"Master?" Yania felt a twinge of pain again in her belly, her Switch.

"Don't leave anything out, remember, Princess." More hair and foam.

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry. There is something more. When the Nurse let me down, I... I was very wet. Very horny. I moved my hand to my pussy and... it felt very good, Master."

"So this nurse was throat-fucking you on a fat man's cock, and you without being asked started masturbating because it felt good?"

"Yes, yes Master." More hair and foam. Most of the remnants of her hair was gone. God help her, even talking about it, talking about her humiliation was making her pussy twitch like crazy. She wished she could touch it now. "They noticed me touching myself, and it felt even better. I was moaning, loud. I came like that. The speculum was still up my ass, Master, and Goodchild told me to turn around. I did, and he came straight up my asshole. It felt so good, Master. So wrong, so humiliating, but fuck, good too."

Pembleton laughed again. He was still holding her head, almost done shaving. He had done the majority of her hair, and was now putting on finishing touches. "So the noble Princess Yania, one day in to her stay in America, made herself cum while being throat fucked by two white people she had every reason to despise and took a shot of cum farther up her ass than most whores have. Is that what you're telling me?"

Yania's eyes teared up. "Yes, Master. That was my first day here."

"Anything else you'd like to share, Princess."

"I guess... I mean, yes, there's more, Master. When I was leaving, Goodchild kissed me, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and he put a finger... inside me. Inside my pussy. When he took it out, I don't know why, but I licked his finger, Master, I licked my own wetness off."

"Incredible. You're a real credit to your people, Princess. All the nigger sluts of the world should be proud."

"Thank you, Master." A tear fell from her eye.

"Time to wash off the rest of this mess on your head, Princess." Pembleton pointed her head downwards and rested his testicles on the back of her head. With no hair, she could feel them clearly on her bald skin. and Yania felt warm wetness begin running down her head.

Yania gasped, the smell, Pembleton was urinating on her head. The pee began to trickle down her face along with little shaved hairs and foam, and she struggled in her bonds.

"Hold still!" His voice was like a whip, and accompanied by a shooting pain in her gut. "Raise your head." The pain mostly subsided, still a low level in her tummy, and Princess Yania reluctantly complied, her earlier humiliation forgotten in the face of this new one. A few remaining spurts of pee hit Yania right in the face.

"Look at me, Princess." The beautiful, bald black princess, dripping in urine, raised her head to look into her master's eyes "I want you to lick those pretty, colored lips of yours."

Yania had no way out. She complied, slowly arcing her tongue around her lips, licking the top then the bottom clean. The pain in her stomach disappeared entirely.

"Can you taste my urine, Princess?" Yania's eyes remained on her tormentor.

"Yes, Master. I can taste your pee."

"Good. Did you enjoy it?"

Yania paused. Should she answer truthfully? That was what Pembleton said, "No, Master," she whispered, "I did not enjoy licking your pee from my lips."

Pembleton smiled and moved around her back. "I didn't think that you would." He began playing with the lips of her vagina, then running his thumb slowly up and down her slit. Yania slowly began arching her back, trying to press her clit closer to his thumb. "Why do you think I did that? Peeing on your head. Making you taste it."

"To... to humiliate me more, Master. To remind me what I am now." It was the only answer she could think of, why Pembleton had degraded her in that way.

"A little bit, maybe. I can do many things to **** you though, Princess."

Pembleton went on, still stroking her vagina, working it with experienced hands. "Listen closely, Princess."

"You are not the only girl here. This is one of many, many Correctional Farms, Girly Farms, that the US has to both hold and punish noncompliant colored women. It helps keep the others in line. That is your new home. I inherited managing this place due to... certain services I am performing for the government. Most of the women here, are just here to be punished, and milked. They are fed hormones and milked all day, every day, then returned to their stables to sleep for another day. When they are not being milked they are being exercised, and occasionally perform some other manual labor. Men frequently make appointments to travel in and fuck these poor cattle, while they are being milked or otherwise. Selling their milk and bodies goes a small way to paying for these places. The work colored men do elsewhere goes much farther to pay for it."

Yania had heard similar things before, in rumor. It all seemed so far away then. Was that her new life, then?

"That is not your fate, not yet at least." Pembleton answered her unspoken question. "Maybe you'd rather it was, but that's not for you to decide. As master of this facility, I have discretion to run it as I please. Your place here is more of... my servant. Or my 'pet', some of the girls call this kind of position. From what I've seen so far, I think you will excel in this kind of service."

Yania's pussy became even hotter when Pembleton talked about her new place. He had now adjusted his fingers so that his index finger was working its way into her butthole, while his ring and pinky were in her pussy. He was fucking her slowly like this, and she was fucking him back.

"You will be mine, personally. You will follow all instructions I give you, Yania. So back to my original question, one of your duties, I've decided, is for you to be my urinal."

Yania's mind snapped back to reality. Her mouth fell open with a gasp. She stopped grinding against the fingers violating her. Pembleton did not stop moving his fingers in and out of her vagina and anus. She heard a little chuckle behind her.

"Don't stop moving your hips, Princess." Yania began mechanically moving her backside again, but this time she stayed aware, trying to process Pembleton's words.

"You will become my urinal when I'm on the go throughout the facility. You will accustom yourself to the taste of urine, and you will work hard to learn to swallow it. You will touch yourself whenever you are given urine, and will try to associate the taste of urine with your pleasure. You will always thank anyone who pisses in your mouth. You will try your hardest to train your mind to do your urine duties with ease and, if possible, enjoyment. Now, let me know if you understand."

Yania, still processing, was slow to answer. She felt a now-familiar twinge of pain, and began speaking on instinct. "I understand, Master." The pain didn't go away. "I understand what you want. I will work to train my body and mind to accept urine." The pain was now gone, but Yania could tell Pembleton was still waiting for more.

Yania began working her hips in earnest, feeling her master's fingers in both her holes. "I will view urine as it is, a sterile liquid, and as a human urinal it will be an everyday drink in my life. I will work not to shy away from the taste." Somehow, her talking about her own submission was getting her hotter and hotter again. "I will touch myself when I am drink urine. Drinking it is a part of me being put in my place. And I love being put in my place. Fuck! I will be a thankful slavegirl when I am allowed to drink Master's urine as it leaves his penis." She was now bucking wildly, fucking her holes on Pembleon's fingers. He withdrew them just before she was able to cum. Again humiliated, Yania finished quietly, "Thank you, Master, for giving me this job. I will work to become a good pet, and a good urinal for you."

"I'm... impressed by your enthusiasm. I look forward to your efforts."

Pembleton changed subjects. "You have nice hair on your pussy back here, Princess. It's not too thick or heavy."

"Thank you, Master."

"I ordinarily like my pussies shaved, Princess, but I like yours well enough that I'm torn. I will leave the decision up to you. Would you like me to just groom your hair a little, or shave it bald?"

Yania thought for a moment. The air felt cool on her head now and she had felt so close to Master Pembleton's testicles when he placed them on her head. Her pubic hair might be a barrier to similar pleasure.

"Master. I want to try it with my pussy bald."

"Good choice, Princess." Pembleton leaned low and gave her pussy a lick, starting at the base of her clit, and going all the way up her slit, then her crack, until his tongue briefly nestled on the wrinkled entrance of her anus. Yania shivered in pleasure.

She heard him move away and grab some tools. The she felt him adjust something on the platform suspending her. He began raising her feet, splaying them to the sides like she was doing the splits. Her privates were now more open and exposed than ever.

Yania felt the brush and foam begin, tantalizing her aching pussy, then heard a buzzing behind her. An electric razor. The razor ran up and down the sensitive sides of her vagina, nearer and nearer her lips. The pleasant, mild vibration on her hot, teased pussy caused it to spasm. The buzzing razor traced up and down, covering her whole patch of hair, and for good measure climbed a little way up her buttcrack. Next came the straight razor. Yania practically held her breath, not wanting to move involuntarily with pleasure and cut herself. Finally it was done, Pembleton wiped away the last of the foam with his towel.