"Cow Chow", and any necessary additives

Inside the box was a bowl with large handles that would be able to be manipulated even by the bulky mittens outside her door. Even the bowl seemed to be lined with the padded rubber. Yania lifted the bowl out of the box and, with no place to put it and not wanting to put it on her bed, she put it on the floor.

"Meet your new breakfast and dinner, Princess. No lunches around here. Cow Chow, we call it."

Yania stared at the lumpy tan-brown mess in the bowl and shuddered. She was pretty sure she could see several insect legs or antennae sticking out the top.

Princess looked up at her master with pleading brown eyes. The look he returned was unsympathetic.

"Now, now, Princess, don't make that face. Cow Chow may be cheap, but it is extremely nutritious, very healthy for girls like you. Everything you need, right in that bowl. Truly."

"We do not provide utensils, too dangerous, so you're just going to have to stick your pretty little brown face down in there and lick it up. And, Princess?" Pembleton's tone jerked her eyes upward, "You must do your best to eat all of your food, every day. It is weighed out specifically for you, in a healthy amount. It also has any hormones or other medications in it that we decide to give you, so it's very important that you don't waste any. We do take this seriously."

Pembleton was soothingly stroking the young girl's bald head. "On your knees, Princess. That's a girl." Princess whimpered slightly and sank down to her hands and knees on the soft floor. The bowl of mess stared back at her. Pembleton's hand, that had been stroking her head, was now leading her head down, gently forcing it closer to her meal. "Use those lips and tongue, Princess."

Yania was now sure that what she saw sticking out was indeed insect parts. She whimpered again, but closed her eyes, opened her mouth, took a big bite for her master. She thankfully only had to chew the goopy stuff a couple times before **** it down. "That a girl." Pembleton moved his hand from her head to behind her. She felt a finger, her master's index finger, stroking the ring of her used butthole. "Be a good pet now, down your food goes."

More of the lumpy stuff disappeared into Yania's mouth. She was trying to **** it down as quickly as she could. She could feel Pembleton's finger working her back hole more insistently, violating her while she ate.

"Most of the girls here get their hormones for their milk production in their chow," Master began explaining, working her butt with his finger. "You don't have any of that, but you will be getting other hormones that will stop your period and make you infertile - for now." Yania munched her stuff and listened. She flinched a bit as Pembleton's dry finger penetrated her butt. He began working it in. "I may breed you later. In fact I almost certainly will breed you, Princess. But not for a long time, not while you're working as my urinal and assistant. When I grow bored of you in this role, when I am ready to make you into just another cow, that's when I will impregnate you." His finger was now fully inside her.

"Keep eating." Yania had paused, just chewing, his words again hammering home her fate, her new life, now and forever. She would be bred by her master, discarded by her master, as he chose. Nothing was hers, her life was not hers, her womb and any children she may or may not have were not hers. It was all Master's, or whatever white man claimed her as property.

Princess obediently began eating again. There was little left to bite, though, and she began using her tongue and lips, licking at the bowl. She used the handles to angle the bowl, allowing her to lick up the spots she was missing.

"Good girl. You must always eat as much of your food as possible. Do not even think of flushing it down the shower drain, we do keep an eye out for that kind of thing, Princess. Girls who do that are punished."

Yania set the bowl down, swallowing. "I, I think I'm done, Master," she said obediently, looking up at to white man working her butt with his finger. Some streaks, saliva, and a few little insect parts remained, but Yania was still proud to have gotten what she did down.

"Hmph, adequate." Master took his finger out of her butt and slid it into the kneeling slavegirl's mouth. She parted her lips and licked the intruding digit, looking up at her master with her pretty, dark face. "It must be like this or better every meal, Princess. You should go get a drink of water, clean off your face, and brush your teeth."

His finger still in her mouth, Yania nodded, and got to her feet, giving it one last kiss. She was pleased to see he had grown hard in his pants from molesting her again. Princess drank as instructed and washed her face in the shower. She then clamped her teeth around the brusher, and tasted her oral cleaner as the bristles vibrated in her mouth. She could no longer taste her dinner, and her mouth felt clean again. She realized she could push the whole brusher into the wall, where it would be cleaned.

Princess returned, put her bowl into the box at the base of her door, latched it shut, and slid it out. The box stopped, its back edge again forming the base of the Stable door.

She then stood before her master, big eyes looking up. Remembering her master's earlier words, Princess said, "Am... am I to please a woman for you now, Master?"