Isiah introduces Joy to her herd

“Damn girl, Mr. Bennington is gonna love you! Whew, it’s been a while since we had a girl that could put on a show like that. If I didn’t know better, I’d say this whole sex thing was new to you!” I could only lie there, still trapped by Jonas’ legs as he caught his breath and ‘praised’ me. All the while, his cum was running down my face. I didn’t want to open my mouth as tasting it would certainly make this whole situation worse, but that left only my nose to breathe through and as cum had splattered up into it I smelled Jonas’ overpowering manly musky scent with each inhale.

Eventually Jonas caught his breath and returned to his more serious tone. “Now you lie here while I get you a towel to clean up with. If you run, or even sit up, it’ll go bad for you girlie.”

And with a tap of his softening cock on my breast to emphasize his command, Jonas crawled off of me to stand on the floor. I didn’t bother watching where he went and just did as he commanded, lying there and waiting for his return. When I heard him returning, I looked over just in time to catch the tossed towel and immediately start wiping my face clean of his sticky spunk. I had the deep-seated feeling, however, that I’d never feel clean of it.

When I was as clean as I could get with just a towel I looked around, still remaining on my back. I saw Jonas, his underwear and pants back on but shirtless, talking to my owner. With their conversation just finished up, Isiah strolled over to sit next to me on the bed. He gently coaxed me to sit up next to him and wrapped his arm around me. “Atta girl Joy. I know Jonas can be tough, but that’s his job. You do as he says, and you won’t have to experience that type of thing again. At least not with him. He tells me that you’ve got some pluck and that you’ll be a lotta fun. That’s good to hear. But don’t worry that pretty little head of yours, your life will be more than having sex with me. Let’s get you over to the Treasure house where you can meet the other members of your herd.”

We left Jonas behind as Isiah guided me through his home. For as bombed out and old everything else in Gilead appeared, Isiah’s home was majestic. Paintings, sculptures, and tapestries decorated almost every square inch of available space. The craftsmanship was impressive with its natural use of stone and wood. I found that the home was at least three stories tall as we descended two flights of stairs to get to the main foyer. I found that the home was also massive as we still had to walk for several minutes just to get to the back entrance and out into the property.

It was dark as we stepped outside, but thankfully not cold as I was still buck naked. I could see the outline of some buildings but didn’t know if they were barns, garages, or other outbuildings a ranch would certainly have. One that I could easily identify though was what looked like a mansion all its own. The home was two stories tall with Grecian columns lined up in front of it. It was hard to define as I could see aspects of Italian villa, pueblo minimalism, and country ranch stiles in the house. A glance back showed me the house we’d exited had the same odd mix of styles.

We were greeted at the door by a lovely older woman, looking closer to Isiah’s age than my body’s age would indicate. Isiah introduced her as “Mama Candis” and said she was the first women he ever bought. She stepped right in behind us as Isiah started guiding me through the home. “Now, my whole herd of girls lives here. This house is your sanctuary. None of my guests are allowed in here and even my hands won’t come in here unless they have specific reason to. Mama Candis runs this show as she knows what I expect from my girls, so you listen to her, and you’ll do fine. There’s a full kitchen, an indoor pool, a rec room full of games, a deck out back, and enough individual bedrooms for fifteen girls. You’ll be roomed with another girl, at least for the first year, until you’re accustomed to your role and show Mama here that you can live on your own.”

As we return to the main entryway Isiah turns me to face him and holds my shoulders firmly in his strong calloused hands. “You’re going to do fine Joy. I look forward to seeing you later tonight for your initial break-in. I hope you realize just how special you are to me and how special your life will be from now on.”

With that said Isiah leans in and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. He then turns to Mama Candis and gives her a warm hug and kiss before walking back out. I look Mama Candis over and know that this society has to be screwed up. She looks lovely with her salt and pepper hair expertly styled. A closer look shows she’s wearing makeup that’s likely hiding some wrinkles and obscuring her age a bit. But overall, she looks happy and doesn’t give the air of a ****. She’s wearing a long asymmetrical tan skirt that comes down to the floor on her left side and shows her calf on her right side. It’s ruffle edged bottom shows off her brown leather stiletto heeled cowboy boots. Her flowing long sleeved blouse is just tight enough to show off her large breasts and trim waist. And, like Isiah, she’s wearing a white Stetson hat. When I look back at her face, I see she’s smiling at me, giving me time to look her over. “Joy, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you. Let’s get you upstairs and give you a nice bath.”

Candis gathers my arm in hers and guides me up the grand staircase and into a massive bathroom. This seems to be a room of similar importance as the foyer and not just another simple room to get clean in. First, there are no toilets to be seen. There are several stand up showers that look quite luxurious with at least five different shower heads in them. But the real focus of the room are the bathtubs. There are five free standing tubs without any curtains or privacy screens. There are a handful of sinks and three entire makeup and hair stations.

I’m guided toward one of the tubs and see that it’s already filled with steaming water. Next to the tub are two more beautiful women, a black woman with short cropped hair and a pale freckled redhead with long flowing hair braided all the way down to her lower back. The two girls take over for Candis and guide me into the tub as Candis introduces them. “Joy, this dark beauty is Madisyn while this fiery haired creature is Arlie. Besides you, they’re the newest additions to Isiah’s herd. Arlie has been here for just under a year now while Madisyn came to us three summers ago. Madisyn, Arlie, this is Joy. As you can see, Joy has special hair like Arlie. They call it blonde. Now take special care of her. Not only is it her first day, but she’s been put through her paces by Jonas and she’s still to be broken in by Isiah tonight.”

As Madisyn and Arlie lower me into the wonderfully hot water and begin gently washing me Candis kneels next to me and pats my arm comfortingly. “Darlin, I know this can be overwhelming. For now, let the girls take care of you and prepare you for tonight. We’ll talk about what you can expect going forward when you get back as I’ll be there to tuck you in.”

With a final kiss to my forehead Candis gets up and walks out, her hips swaying seductively side to side as her heels click click click across the marble floor.

I know there’s some psychological process that I’m probably going through. Not quite PTSD, but along those lines. Three days ago, if I found myself in a hot tub of bubbly perfumed water being washed by two stunningly beautiful women, I’d call that a fantasy come true. Now, I can’t even focus on the two girls or their tender care of me. My mind keeps going from one trauma to the next. Being made into a woman in a matter of minutes. Lying on the floor with my ass propped up for men to fuck over and over again. Being beaten on that damned train. Being bound up and hosed down like an animal. Being auctioned off while being posed like a barbie doll. Being repeatedly gagged in a way that could have left me to suffocate. Being trapped by some kind of mechanical drone. Being inspected like a beast and then **** to orgasm at the hands of a man before he fucked my tits and came all over my face. And then having all of that ignored as I’m treated like some kind of honored guest by my new owner.

Madisyn and Arlie gently and soothingly clean every part of me. They even go so far as to shave parts of my body that I hadn’t realized were growing hair and trim my pubic hair down to a delicate strip. By the time they’re finished, the water has cooled down and I welcome the chance to stand up and be wrapped in a towel. They guide me over to one of the styling chairs and get to work on my hair. Two more girls join them and start working on my fingernails and toenails. They’re introduced as Everly and Tiffiny, but I don’t remember which is which as I’m still stuck in shut down mode. The girls don’t seem perturbed by my silence or long blank stare as they chat amicably amongst themselves. Occasionally they’ll call my attention to something they’re doing, but I don’t do much more than glance at what they’re trying to show me. When I see my hair, styled and beautifully running over my shoulders in lovely waves, I realize I’m going to experience another shock.

Since I’d been changed into a woman, I was either dressed and styled like everybody else or dressed and styled like something sub-human. These girls were styling me to look like them. Ravishing. My hair, which looked good before, now could be shown on a magazine cover. I hadn’t noticed the natural highlights in my hair before, but now it looked like spun gold. A glance down at my nails showed they were still the same length but they’d been buffed to a glossy smoothness and painted a brilliant red. My toenails had been given a mirroring treatment. And now they were working on my face.

My naturally arched eyebrows were being plucked and trimmed and shaped. My smooth skin was being colored and contoured by makeup and cosmetics giving me a sly virginal look. My already kissable lips were shaped and colored and glossed and were made to be devastatingly divine. My brown eyes were accented and highlighted by subtle colors and tweaks, but the overall effect was transformative. I looked sultry and seductive while still somehow seemingly innocent.

When they were done, all four girls stepped back and two more came in. They were introduced as Kalyn and Lillia and they dressed me. I thought being transformed into a woman had destroyed my residual internal masculinity. Unfortunately I learned I still had some as it was chopped away with these girls’ beautification of my hair and face. And now what little remained was taken away by wrapping me up like a present. If you’d asked me which showed of a woman’s femininity more, her clothed or nude body, I’d have sided with nakedness every day of the week. But now I know that’s just folly. Naked, I was just a person. A person with a different shape and different parts than I had before, but still just a person. Now, in these gender defining clothes, makeup, and hairstyle, I was undeniably a woman.

Lillia had started with the stockings. I couldn’t deny how magically sensual the semitransparent black thigh highs felt being rolled up my legs. They caught the light and made my shapely legs even more attractive. Next, she pulled the tiny thong up that barely obscured any part of me. It seems I’d go without a bra as Kalyn approached me with my outfit next. At its core, it was nothing more than a red bikini. But the high waist of the bikini bottoms and the upper edge of the top were covered with long black silk tassels. When she had both pieces in place, my breasts pushed up and together making an almost obscene amount of cleavage, the tassels worked together to make it look like I was wearing a shimmering black silk dress. Any movement though showed off not only my bare flesh, but the teasing red bikini underneath. The tassels when down to my knees, but the lower portion of my legs were soon covered by the black leather high heeled cowboy boots that ended just below my knees.

Running away wasn’t in my mind at this point. I was still shell shocked and lost in my own mind. But even if it were, the heels made any such thought impossible as I could barely balance myself in them, let alone walk confidently. Lillia said something about them teaching me how to walk in them later and even getting me into taller heels as Isiah liked them, but I was too lost in what these three-inch heels alone did to my body. Just that little lift clenched muscles in my legs making them even shapelier. The new balance point on my body made me push my ass out, emphasizing its lovely roundness, and made me push my breasts out, emphasizing their inviting cleavage.

All these little accents that made me more feminine and lovely were one thing. But put together, I was damnably, devastatingly, beautiful. The final touch, as the girls grouped together behind me while I looked at myself in the surrounding mirror, was the red Stetson hat. The only thing separating me from these gorgeous women behind me were my eyes. Theirs were all shades of happiness, glee, and joy.

Mine were wide and scared.