Tour of the farm

Pembleton and Princess quickly straightened the Grooming room. Yania was given a sanitizing wipe and finished cleaning the places where she might have drooled. Her hair was disposed of down a chute in the wall, Pembleton rolled up the mat in front of the mirror where he had taken the princess' ass and put the tools he had been using either away or in a container by the sink filled with a sterilizing solution. In minutes the room was returned to order.

"Now, Princess, let's take a walk around your new home." Pembleton was holding a thin, fine chain, that split into two smaller chains with a hoop on either end. He walked close to his prize and ran his pale hands over Yania's dark buds, playing with her sore nipples briefly before attaching one end of the forked chain to her nipple ring, then the other. A leash for Princess, that hung from her cute brown nipples. At least it's not too heavy, she thought.

Pembleton began leading Princess away by her leashed breasts, passing through the door that, again required his handprint to leave.

"We are in the back of the farm now," Pembleton began. "You will learn the functions off all the facility rooms, and how to help care for them, later." He lead her instead down to Corridor C. "The corridors connect the building's two wings. They also lead to some rooms that you will not have access to - roof access. Electrical. That kind of thing."

Pembleton led Yania straight down the hallway to the other end: Extraction. He opened the door, the princess close by his side. She didn't want to let the slack between them go, and suffer a painful tug on her tender nips.

Yania's eyes widened, seeing other people for the first time in the farm. There was another man here, besides Pembleton. He was tall. Very tall and blonde. He looked fairly young, although older than Yania, maybe late twenties or early thirties. He carried several items on his belt, including, Princess noted, a black box, one that could control her Switch. Yania shivered, she wasn't just under Pembleton's control, she realized, but anyone's, anyone that could give her instructions. Could give her pain. If he worked here, this man would be someone like that, that she would see often.

In front of him was a black woman. She was also very tall, though less tall than the massive man in front of her. She had tattoos all up her arms, shoulders, elsewhere. She had long, lean, muscular legs, a similarly lean stomach, and massive breasts that somehow still held their shape. Like Yania she was shaved bald, and a large, heavy nose ring pierced her septum.

The woman stood, arms to her sides, standing stoically still as the blonde man in front of her manipulated her breasts. He first was wiping off the nipples with a wet, white towel, then reached for heavy hoops that hung outside the room she had come from. As he began lining them up with her nipples, Yania realized they were like the rings through her own little tits, only much larger.

"Dave! Get over here! And bring Lippy with you. There's someone I want you to meet."

Yania gasped as the two large people turned their heads, focusing on her for the first time. Blood rushed to her face, and she shifted ever so slightly sideways, trying to covertly cover up at least some of her nudity.

The two stood in front of her now, looking at her. Never very tall, never as tall as her queen mother, and always a little on the flat chested side, Yania felt positively dwarfed by the pair in front of her. Pembleton was very nearly two meters tall, and the woman stood several centimeters over him. Dave was taller yet.

The woman, Lippy Pembleton had called her, was staring down at the princess, and Yania could see something unpleasant, contempt maybe, in her face. The big man, Dave, eyed her briefly up and down, and Yania noted a dull tone to his eyes, like the mind behind it was processing everything just a little bit slow. She felt like wilting under their scrutiny.

Yania felt an uncomfortable buzzing in her stomach, and realized her shrinking away had not gone unnoticed. She tried standing still and straight, emulating the woman in front of her.

"This is Princess. She will be our attendant here, rather than a cow. She just came in but is already adjusting very nicely, I think she will be a good servant and urinal," Yania's heart plummeted, the most humiliating aspect of her new role had just been casually dropped before not only Dave, but the mean-faced woman looking down at her. Pembleton finished calmly, "Useful to have around."

"She looks real nice, boss. Pretty." Without warning Dave reached out and stroked her young chest. Yania felt like screaming at the intrusion of this man she had just met, but the pain in her stomach reminded her to hold her ground. As she acquiesced to his touch, the pain faded.

"Dave is the Stablemaster here, Princess. You will listen to him in all things, and obey him as you would me. You will address him as Master as you would me." Pembleton's eyes were on her, waiting for a response.

Yania swallowed, "Yes, Master, I will always do my best to please Master Dave as well as you."

"Good girl. Try touching his cock through his pants."

Yania swallowed again, her mouth feeling dry still. Slowly, she reached out to the line of Dave's penis, that pressed against his pants. Her bottom lip dropped open as her fingers followed the line down, and down. Fascinated, without thinking she followed it down to the tip, and stroked her hand back up to the base. "It's huge..." She whispered.

There was a collective little laugh, even Lippy joined in. Princess flushed in embarrassment.

Pembleton moved over to the human cow, and began casually mauling her large breasts in between his hands. "And how has our little rebel been, Dave?"

"Real docile, boss. She must've learned something important in that punishment room, sir."

"Excellent, good girl!" Pembleton was condescendingly enthusiastic in praising the amazon in front of him, all the while still fondling her tits.

"I'm pretty sure that our little Princess here has never even seen another woman's pussy up close." Yania realized that she was far from forgotten in this conversation. Master was right, she had never seen another woman up close before. Even now she had deliberately avoided looking anywhere near the woman's naked crotch in front of her. "Why don't you put you spread those long black legs just a little bit and give Princess a good idea why your **** name is Lippy?"

The tall woman smirked down at her, contempt no longer even slightly disguised, and spread her legs a bit. Princess felt Pembleton's hand on her shoulder, pressuring her down slightly, and realized she was supposed to kneel and inspect this woman's vagina.

Yania sank to he knees, looked briefly up at the black woman in front of her, and shivered. She then moved her eyes to the bare vagina before her. Princess, so unfamiliar with sexual anatomy, had never imagined familiarizing herself with another woman's intimate parts like this. She saw immediately where the **** girl got her moniker. The folds of her labia were completely unlike Yania's, extending far down. Her ringed clitoris also appeared huge, extending out of her vagina in a long, thick bump. She also appeared quite wet. Yania licked her pretty little lips, her throat still felt dry and now thick, tight with the smell of the woman's slick, meaty vagina hanging in her nostrils.

"Lippy has been going through some behavior correction ever since coming to our little farm over a year ago, Princess. Dave tells me that she has been doing just fine of late. I think that she deserves a little kiss on her pussy from the attendant, don't you Princess?"

"Eyes up, little pee-slut," a husky female voice called down to her. Yania's pretty, big eyes shot upward, and she saw the tall woman staring down at her with her own large cruel ones. In a previous life Yania would never have even dreamed of engaging in lesbian acts. She had never been romantically attracted to women, and further such acts had a strong negative stigma in her society, even if that stigma was not necessarily heavily reinforced in her own home.

Yania's eyes, locked on to Lippy, filled with tears as she leaned forward and brushed her lips onto the woman's nethers. She parted her lips and slowly took a wet fold of the woman's soft, hanging labia into her mouth, running her inexperienced little tongue up and down the sensitive flap of skin. Princess heard a pleased groan and felt a strong female hand on the back of her head, bringing her lips up further, to the woman's massive clit. Yania shuddered, and gently swallowed the woman's great nub, ring and all. Still looking up, Princess licked, sucked, and manipulated the ring with her little tongue. She could feel Lippy's long, strong legs shudder in pleasure beside her.

"Very good, Princess, I think that's all Big-Lips has earned for today. Dave has to get her to her room, and the other girls too, and clean up as well. I wouldn't want to delay him further. Maybe you'll reward her more if she keeps up her good work, yes?" Slowly, Yania could feel the woman's strong hand ease off of her bald head. She continued working the woman's fleshy clit in her mouth until her head was fully released. Princess dropped the ringed organ from her lips and stood up, putting her eyes down on the floor, not wanting to meet the woman's cruel gaze any more, not wanting to extend the shame of her submission to her.

Dave began escorting Lippy away, down the hallway. The woman gave one look back behind her, making a kissing motion with her lips. Princess shivered.

Pembleton's attention was now on her. "Tell me, was that your first time being so close with a woman, Princess?

"Yes, Master."

"And did you enjoy it?"

Yania hesitated briefly, but answered truthfully, "No master. My throat felt tight, and I felt scared. It felt kind of icky. That woman scared me too."

There was no pain, Pembleton simply nodded. "I noticed you also didn't touch yourself."

"No, Master."

Pembleton slowly reached down and slid a thick finger into her pussy. Yania was growing used to being violated without warning, and simply spread her smooth, dark legs to accommodate her master's intruding finger. "You didn't dry up, though. You are a little wet." He began sliding his finger in and out.

Princess whispered, "I think that, maybe, just being used for sex... kind of... turned me on. Like when she moaned." Pembleton's finger climbed up further, his palm touching her clit. "I wanted to do a good job, Master. It made me feel a little nice to serve her, I guess."

"Yes, I see Princess. Like being a urinal, pleasing the slavegirls around here is a part of your duties, and you will be pleasuring women daily with your mouth and otherwise. I want you to associate this with your own sexual pleasure, Princess. You will finger yourself or hump something if you're not otherwise being stimulated while pleasing a woman, understand?"

Yania bit her lip as Master worked her vagina. Her back was now pressed against the wall behind her, and she had raised one of her legs completely off the floor."Yes, Master. I'll be a horny little slut for you. I'll enjoy myself when I please anyone I'm told to, man or woman."

Yania realized that Dave had been quietly removing women from their milking stalls this whole time, going through his ritual of wiping off their oversized breasts and reapplying their rings. One of the girls exiting had heard the end of her conversation, and gave the pair a curious look.

"Good. It's getting late and you've had a long day. Before the end of the day, though, I will have you bring a woman to orgasm and cum yourself while pleasing her, understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Time for you to see your quarters."

Pembleton took the chain hanging between her breasts, and began leading her down towards where the other slaves had gone.