Instructions for the next two days, and introducing Princess

Pembleton led Princess away, and the tension in her shoulders left as the door clicked closed behind her. He led her to another room in Corridor A, "OBSERVATION", and led her inside.

There was row after row of monitors inside, each Stable, each milking room, all the hallways, all the facility rooms, and the entire area outside the facility, all were under constant surveillance in here. Princess found herself looking at all the women. Most were washing themselves or masturbating their engorged clits. Some of them that Dave had brought in late were still finishing their food. A couple were curled up on their beds. There was little else for the girls to do, left to themselves. Yania voyeuristically tried to locate the women that she knew, Lippy and Piggy.

Pembleton ignored the monitors, instead moving to a desk and a silver microphone - a PA system for the farm.

"This is Master Pembleton speaking," his voice spoke both next to Yania and rang out down the hallways, muffled by the door. "I will be leaving again shortly, and be back in two days."

Yania turned her head in surprise. She remembered him talking to Officer Ross earlier that day. She had been so out of it, but there was something about 'another asset' or some similar talk. Could Pembleton be leaving for that? She couldn't remember their words.

"As before, all exercises and other activities will be shortened or cancelled as Master Dave requires." The women on the monitor didn't seem too happy about that, although they couldn't show their displeasure in too many ways.

Pembleton wasn't quite done, "In other news Master Dave and I have acquired an attendant. She will be helping with our workload, and is there to assist you as we require. Part of her duties will involve being our urinal as we move about the building..." That again. Yania groaned inwardly. "... and as such she will need to accustom herself to the taste of urine. I will require that you women do not relieve yourselves in the morning. Instead Master Dave will bring Princess around to each of your rooms as he gets you in the morning, where she will acclimate herself to tasting her new favorite drink." Yania realized he was looking at her distasted expression as he said this. A minor punishment, she decided. They didn't all have to involve pain.

Pembleton concluded his announcements and began leading Princess away.

As they walked toward her room, Yania opened her mouth, it took a surprising amount of courage for her to speak without being addressed first. "Master," she began tentatively, "Will I really be able to drink all that? There's too many women here... I don't think I can -" Yania was cut off.

"Of course not. I will only expect you to try to swallow the piss provided by Dave or I. And you had better try to do that." He warned. "For the women I simply want you to hold it in your mouth, get over any reservations you have about the taste of pee. You will be a good girl, you will thank all the cows, and you will remember your place and your role here."

Princess struggled to work her mouth. "Thank you, Master. I will be a good **** while you are away, I promise."

"I know Dave well, Princess. He might lack in some areas, but making his girls obey is not one of them. You will follow his instructions, I'm sure of it, because otherwise... I don't think you'll like the results. And while I don't mind your questions, I'd recommend keeping silent and obedient around him, yes?"

"Yes Master." Yania began to worry for her next few days. She hadn't really viewed Pembleton as a protector for her, but with an unknown man in charge of her Switch, her actions, her pain, she almost missed her captor already.

They were at her room. Pembleton took Yania's piercings out this time, placing them in the small container by her door, and led her inside. The hole in her tongue, held open by whatever coating he had placed, felt strange.

"It's almost time for you to be alone, for your first night here. First, though, it's been a while since I relieved myself on your head." Princess recalled that humiliation well. "I think it's time that I try out my new Princess urinal, don't you?" Master gestured towards her bathroom.

The words echoed for a moment inside Yania's bald head before she had the presence of mind to respond properly. "Yes, Master, of course. I would be happy to serve as a container for your pee."

Together the two entered her bathroom. Princess stood by the drain, Pembleton stood by her, but didn't move.

Princess realized that she would have to take the lead this time. She slowly undid her master's pants, her slim brown fingers working, and she took his meaty penis out of his pants. She knelt before him, waiting for his approval.

"Good, slut. Before I gift you with my piss, I want you to tell me who you were before today and who you are now."

Princess' mouth became dry at his words. She struggled to form her thoughts, what she would say.

"Yes, Master. I - that is , before today, I was Princess Yania, a noble woman, educated, with plans to lead my people fairly and in opposition to cruelty, and to speak with bravery at the UN against the injustices suffered by the colored men and women of the United States."

Pembleton's white penis swayed in front of her face. Although he had used it plenty today, she could see it stiffening slightly as she cast aside her old life, telling the humiliating short story of her downfall.

Princess cupped her master's balls and brought his penis closer to her dark lips. "Today, and forever more, I am Princess, a black- a nigger **** at a Correctional Farm, where other colored women are milked like cows."

She began massaging master's balls as she looked into his eyes. "I eat only cum, slop, and pussy. I drink water sometimes, and gulp down white man's piss the rest of the time."

Her own pussy was growing hot with her debasing herself. Her unoccupied hand moved down to her own wet slit. "I clean what the white masters tell me to clean, hurt who the masters tell me to hurt, and fuck who the masters tell me to fuck. I will breed when I am told to breed, offering my black womb and baby to my white masters to do with as they please. Someday I will be milked, and I will be as happy a nigger cow as I am a nigger servant and **** now."

She was growing wetter and wetter, delighting in her own submission. Her lips were so near the cock in front of her that they touched the tip when she moved her mouth, a small amount of precum stretching between the tip of her master's dick and her moving lips. "I am happy, Master, because I have finally been shown my place in this world. On my knees, at your feet, shaking my black ass."

"Thank you for enslaving me, Master." Princess concluded, still stroking herself and her master's balls, staring upward into his eyes.

Master moved her hand away from his balls. He closed his eyes, visibly trying to make his penis less stiff so that he could comfortably urinate.

"Are you close to cumming, ****?" He asked, eyes closed

"Yes, Master, I think I can cum again."

"Use both hands. Play with your little tits. Tell me when you are close."

Yania worked herself on the shower-bathroom floor. She recalled her sexual experiences of the last two days, and her own humiliation. It brought her to the edge.

"Now, Master."

Pembleton brought his half-hard penis to her lips. "Breathe, Princess. It will be hard to breathe while you're drinking down piss." Yania took a few deep breaths, filling her lungs. "Look up, Princess." She trained her eyes upward, on to her master's. "Now Swallow it, Princess, and cum."

A salty, bitter stream of urine hit the back of her throat. The taste made her gag, and a little splashed down her chin and naked breasts.

Pembleton's hand stroked her bald head as his eyes looked down into hers. "Sshh, it's okay Princess. Play with your little pussy. Be a good girl, and swallow your drink now."

Her mouth was filling up. Princess nodded slightly, working her hot little box, feeling her own breasts, and gathered her courage. She began gulping the liquid filling her mouth down, preventing it from overflowing. Encouraged she gulped more, her stomach filling up. As she gulped again she came for her master, and smiled a gaping urine-soaked smile up at him in victory. Now she was gulping it faster than it could fill her mouth. His stream was hitting the back of her throat and she was swallowing the urine as it came.

"I came, Master. I'm sorry I spilled some."

Crack, Pembleton's hand slapped her face, hard. "Well, clean up your mess girl."

"Yes, Master. Sorry, Master." Yania kept her eyes up, and first licked the tip of Master's penis, taking a bead of urine with her tongue. She licked her hand, which had urine splashed on it, Then she turned her eyes down to the floor, licking pee off of the padded bottom, and then her tongue began running around the drain."

She looked up again, still on her knees. "Thank you for using your urinal, Master."

Pembleton smiled down at her and turned on the shower. Water sprayed from the ceiling, washing her off.

"I expect you to be a good **** while I'm gone, Princess. Don't forget to brush your teeth."

"Yes, Master... Master?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"Will... will you please be the one to take my pussy, when you get back?" Princess looked up with her big eyes, naked, wet beads glistening on her skin. "I think... Master, I'm still a virgin."

Pembleton chuckled, looking down at her. "Don't worry, Princess. I'm not going to let Dave destroy your little cunt yet. If you're a good girl, I'll take your virginity from you. Does that make you feel better?"

Princess felt tears fill her eyes. "Yes, Master. Thank you so much. I'll be a good ****, I promise."