She doesn't want to become a cow

It was pain that woke Yania up, moments later. She sat up erect with a shock, voice caught in a terrified half-scream that wouldn't leave her throat. She clutched her stomach... and it stopped. She rolled over on her side, gagging.

"Remember how you begged me to take your virginity?"

She should have seen this coming. How couldn't she? How... she had been kept so busy, in such an unfamiliar place, always learning, sleeping, awash in piss and sex. She hadn't given her own past life much thought. Perhaps couldn't, as an instinct, to preserve her sanity.

And what good would it have done, if she had? She had no power. No power, but the power to submit... to be what they wanted of her... the only thing she could control. Her old mantra, now so cold and dim under the gaze of her mother, the great woman herself. Who she was supposed to help destroy. To turn into a freakish cow, like the rest of the women here. Her mother, her queen, her leader... just another white man's experiment; useless except for her milk and her holes.

There were no words for her horror. There was no escape from it.

There was no escape.

For either of them.

Ever.

"Do you still?"

"I'm... sorry?" Yania slowly got to her knees, avoiding her mother's gaze.

"Do you still want me to take your virginity? Remember, be honest."

Yania's unconsciously shoved her hands down to protect her sex. "No. I'm sorry master... no, no... not like this or like... no..." As she woke up more to her reality, imagining being penetrated, understanding more again, something overwhelming was growing in her. It was too much. Yania started gagging. ****.

Her stomach buzzed in pain. It helped. It gave her something to focus on. It reminded her... Pembleton stroked her bald head.

"It's okay. Breathe."

The buzzing lowered, but didn't stop. Yania breathed. She coughed. She breathed again.

"I have questions. Unless I say otherwise you can just nod or shake your head if you find talking difficult. I want you to acknowledge that you're hearing me. Do you understand?"

Yania looked up, and tried to answer verbally. Pembleton was right - she couldn't. She nodded.

"I want you to look at your mother while you answer these questions."

Yania hesitated, and the buzzing grew painful again. She nodded her understanding, and **** her eyes into the middle of the room. The twisting in her guts remained, reminding her that she had to do better.

"Your mother is my property now. She will be a cow, like all the others. She will be renamed, and milked, and fucked. She will be bald and fat-titted and have a big clit that will need lots of attention. Do you understand?"

The words were for both of them. Part of her mother's conditioning. This all was, as well as being for Pembleton's pleasure. It was so cruel, to look at the twisted image of the beautiful, strong woman who raised her - now bald and naked and drooling, her wet mouth and tongue on display just like the rest of her. And being made to look into her mother's eyes while...

Yania nodded her understanding.

"You slurped on your mum's fat, queenly cunt once already. You will again. She will cum for you many, many times. When she gets more used to it, she might even want it... work for it. Do you understand?"

Again the words were for both of them. Princess understood that, and she nodded. Yes, she understood. Her mother's shining brown eyes didn't seem to understand, not in the same way. They would. She would.

"You're going to be seeing a lot of your mother here from now on. I want it that way. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master Pembleton." The pain in her gut subsided.

She was doing it. She was looking at her mother, and submitting to their captor... and although she wanted to shrink into a hole, she wasn't turning to ash under the great woman's scorching gaze. Some small measure of confidence - the confidence she had found, that born of submission, was still there. It could grow, even under her mother's eyes.

"You're ready to speak again?"

Princess looked up and gave a sad, tight-lipped smile at her master. She nodded, "Yes, Master Pembleton."

"Are you able to keep on being my attendant? Or is that freedom too much for you now? Would you rather be a cow, like your mother?"

"No!" It was all Yania had to look forward to, the only thing remaining in her life. Her mother was doomed... but she, she could have something. She could be able to work - to have more than milking and numbing television and exercises in her life. She could have a purpose, of sorts, beyond her tits. Even if her mother couldn't. She wouldn't give that up.

"No, Master, it is not too much for me. She won't take that away from me. Please, sir, don't... take that from me. Please." Yania's hand was on her master's knee.

"Eyes on your mum. How has your progress been on your special assignment? Tell your mother what you have been working on."

Of course, that.

"I'm a urinal now, Mother. The white men here... pee in my mouth. It saves them time when they're... out... and working... to use me like that." The words became harder and harder to utter. While she had been isolated, in this place, her compliance had seemed normal. But now, having her own mother look at her...

"And? What do you do with the urine?"

"Oh, uh, yes, I..." Yania hesitated, her mother's eyes were boring into her. No longer as angry or hurt, more... sympathetic. Horribly sympathetic, pitying, sad for her daughter. Somehow that was worse than the anger and betrayal, "I swallow their pee. And I thank them. And I touch myself." Yania blurted out the remainder of her humilating duties, getting it over with.

She felt her shame deepen under her mother's gaze, the gaze of the outside world - of pride. Pride... she had actually been proud of learning to swallow piss so quickly, so thoroughly. She had looked forward to swallowing Pembleton's, showing him her 'progress'. What kind of lowly creature had she become?

"You will demonstrate. Are you able to swallow without spilling?"

Yes, she was. She was a good piss bucket. "Yes, Master. I'm good at drinking urine now."

"Let's show the queen how her nigger princess does it then, shall we?"

Yania turned and opened her mouth wide in anticipation, while Pembleton freed his cock.

What must her mother be thinking?

It didn't matter what she thought. She was a cow now. She would learn. She was lower than her princess. Lower than a piss whore. She just didn't know it yet. Yania breathed deep through her nostrils, and the now-familiar, stale taste of warm urine hit the back of her throat. For a moment her throat forgot how... that it was supposed to swallow this unnatural stuff...

Then Yania touched her cunny, and it remembered. She stroked her little clam, and lightly pulled on the leash between her nipples. She looked up, and gulped down pee as fast as it came. Pembleton's bladder must have been quite full, because it kept coming. Yania held urine in her mouth for a moment, allowing it to pool while she breathed through her nose. Then she gulped down, to catch up. By the last spurts her belly felt full and warm. Princess leaned forward and sucked the last drop of pee off her master's cock.

For some reason she felt compelled to look at her mother, feeling some sense of defiance in the face of the other woman's judgment and sorrow.

"Thank you for using your urinal, Master."

This was not a place where she could be judged. It was one of the only comforts she had; that any of the women here had. Her mother would not steal that from her - her being able to judge Yania was a thing of the past, something that Yania had dealt with often in her old life of a few days ago. In a position of nobility, in a family where such was emphasized, she had always been evaluated; by her mother and by herself and by others. She would not deal with that here as well.

Only her white masters' opinions mattered here. They were the only ones allowed to hurt her. No one else. The freeing feeling of submission grew again - nigger submission. It had been cut down by her mother's return into her life, but Yania could nurture it back. Without prompting, in front of the queen's horrified eyes, Princess buried her face in her master's balls and sucked his scrotum into her mouth. She drew her head back, further, until the tension dropped the wrinkly flesh from between her young lips with a wet smacking sound.

Pembleton stroked Yania's smooth brown skull, and kissed the shiny top of her head.

"Is my Princess back? Would you like to get your virginity taken now?"

Yania flinched, but **** a smile. She could feel that warm feeling, feel it grow between her legs.

"No, Master." Yania responded truthfully. "... That's okay though. You told me you would **** me."

Pembleton allowed a slow nod. He stroked the beautiful kneeling girl's colored cheek with one thick palm; before slapping her down to the ground and eliciting dual cries from both her and her mother. Rough hands grabbed Yania's hips and and turned her over so that her slim black rump peaked upwards.