Yania helps train in the new cow

Dave prompted Yania on, through the Grooming door, and let her go with a pinch to her backside and a grope of her little titties. He unlocked the door and left Yania to open it, whistling his way down the corridor.

Yania didn't know exactly what to expect, having never witnessed another woman's initiation, but she had worked hard in Pembleton's absence. She had done as he asked. She wouldn't be another cow, not until she was **** to. She would be his attendant, and she would prove that he wouldn't find a better one.

She opened the door, and was hit immediately by a subtle smell of sweat, and something more. Some kind of pheremone of fear, or rage, something primal that warned others not to go near the horror of the one exuding it.

Princess quietly entered to find Pembleton shirtless within, with the spread legs of a bent-over black woman beside him facing the door with her exposed and spread vagina and butt. As morbidly fascinating as the woman was, as curious as it was to see a woman in the position Yania had been in so recently, her eyes were drawn to Pembleton. Three long parallel lines, scratches, marred his face. His muscled, white-haired chest heaved in exertion, and carried more scratches, but his eyes were feverishly elated.

"Ah! Princess! Just the thing I wanted to see. Come here, and tell me what you see." With Pembleton's attention off her, the restrained woman went stock-still. Perhaps she was anticipating his future attention, or worried about who might have entered the scene of her naked breaking in.

Princess took a step forward, "Master... you're hurt..." She flinched as the bound negress gurgled out something. She was clearly gagged from the sound of her voice.

"Hah! Don't worry about that, Princess. Not all nigger girls are as docile as you. Some," Pembleton punctuated his words with a resounding slap to the black behind of his latest bound acquisition, "Need a little extra training to know their place." He bent and kissed the flushed spot he had just slapped. The bound woman bucked harder against her restraints, rattling the heavy metal bars and her wood pillory, screaming in a kind of hoarse, bestial fury.

Yania flinched back from the movement, until Pembleton raised his voice to repeat over the yelling, "Come here, Princess! Don't worry!" The screaming stopped, ending with a hoarse croak. Maybe the woman's vocal cords just gave out, or she gave up to save her energy. A few jerking twitches bucked the new ****'s body, but she was otherwise slumped. Yania completed her journey to Pembleton's side, to the dark, round booty displayed for them both. "What do you think?"

"I... I don't know, Master. It's hard for me to... she's in a lot of distress, I can't just..." Discomfort from the switch in Yania's gut reminded her that her master was being patient with her. She swallowed.

"It's okay, Princess. I'll take care of that." Pembleton turned a different knob on his controller, and the black woman's entire body began quivering. A rhythmic gurgle escaped her mouth - not even a noise of pain or a whimper, but instead just a quivering sound of biology as her whole body shook the spit out of her throat. Yania stole a glance down, and saw Pembleton's finger was on a dial turned to '10'. Her eyes widened as he held it there for seconds on end. The quivering became worse - a whole-body, rattling seizure of agony. A short, sputtering stream of pee escaped, shivering down the tortured woman's leg. Pembleton turned her switch back down, off, and with a shift of his fingers Yania's too. A defeated, pained groan echoed, and the shaking stopped - the only signs that the woman at Yania's fingertips had gone from pure physical hell to her state of mere helplessness. "No more noises while your betters are examining your lewd body," Pembleton addressed the back of the room. There was no answer.

"Now, unless you want to join her..."

"No, no, I'll..." Yania turned her attention to the rich thighs in front of her, the hairless pussy, so dark and large. Her fingers explored gently, running over the smooth surface of the woman's skin. Pembleton moved behind her, putting his hands on her slim hips.

On impulse, having seen what Pembleton could do to a non-compliant negress with just a movement of his finger, Princess turned her head and kissed her master, hard on the lips. "I'm so happy you're back, sir."

"The cow..."

Yania nodded, "Yes master. She's got a nice butt. Round and firm. Her va- her, her pussy, is so... it's big, Master."

"What do you mean by that?" Pembleton stroked Princess' rump lightly, running his hands over her young body.

"It's... puffy. I haven't seen one like it. It's so much darker than the rest of her, and it juts out from her thighs. There's so much there... it's," Yania struggled for words, and an analogy entered her head, "It's like a horse's genitals - a mare's, master. Thick and fat, in between her legs."

Pembleton looked at Yania for a moment, quietly examining her face, and then laughed - a single, loud bark, "So it is!" He brushed past Yania and gave his procurement another hard slap on her round cheek. "You hear that? Princess here thinks you have a horse pussy - and you do!" A whimper came from the other side of the negress, and the wet sound of drool hitting the floor punctuated the pathetic noise.

"Well, Princess, how would you feel about licking a nice, fat pussy like that? I know you've become quite the girl-lover since you've started staying here. Do you want to lick this one too?"

Yania glanced at the bent-over vagina. She took one finger, and spread its lips, revealing more soft flesh, a juicy inside. Something was... "I... I'll do it, of course, Master. I'll do anything for you. But, I... no, I don't want to. It feels... wrong."

"Wrong how?" Pembleton didn't seem upset, encouraging Yania to continue.

"I don't know, Master." Yania tried to gather her thoughts, "Maybe... she's fighting so hard, I haven't done it like... it would be like **** her, Master.

Pembleton nodded calmly, "That makes sense." He paused, examining Yania's face, "Do it anyway. **** the nigger's horse pussy with your lips."

Yania pushed past the feeling of sickening wrongness in her belly, blinked back her tears, and reminded herself that she didn't have a choice, just like this woman. The both of them were bound by the same rules - the only difference being that Yania was smart enough to know her place in this world. To have learned faster, while having given up as much as anyone. The woman would learn, and having Yania's tongue in her insides would be part of that learning.

Maybe it would even let her know that her new life wasn't all bad. That she would have an attendant girl like Yania there, helping her along with the only pleasure allowed in her new life.

Princess kissed the round ass in front of her, and parted her lips to lick at the smooth brown flesh. The woman's hips bucked at her face, hurting her lips as they mashed against her teeth, and Yania felt a little flash of instinctive anger at the feeling of mild pain. She slapped the woman's ass, "Settle down! You'll feel better if you just relax!"

A gurgle responded to Yania, and another, but the butt in front of Yania's face didn't move again. The former princess tried extending her tongue for the next long lick, putting her lips and teeth out of reach if the woman bucked again. She didn't. Yania started lapping at the brown ass in front of her, and when there was no more signs of resistance again kissing and tonguing. She worked slowly, creeping nearer to the center with every kiss and lick. Muffled protests sounded, ahead of her, strange throat noises, but Yania ignored them. The stubborn woman would learn and with Princess to help her, maybe she could learn a little more gently than with her white handlers.

Yania spread the thick black pussy in front of her, marveling again at how juicy it was. Juicy with arousal now; with the torment of her switch done and Yania prepping her backside. "Don't be scared. I'm a pretty girl. I think you'd like my face. Even if you don't like girls so much, I'll be gentle, okay?" She started high, while still spreading the other woman's vagina Princess delicately licked at her tight, clean butthole, alternating her tongue and her lips, exploring it gently. "There's a good girl... I'll take care of you." Yania kissed her butthole more, and then worked down lower, across the narrow divide to the new ****'s opening. "You're getting nice and wet for me. That's okay. I don't mind making you wet. I like that." Yania was talking in a soothing tone, not knowing if it made her **** better or worse, but... it, perversely, it felt like the right thing to do. "It's time to kiss your pussy now, okay?"

Princess ran one thin finger down the woman's bloated gash, and gasped lightly as it almost flowered in front of her eyes, parting for her in a wet rush. "Oh... you're ready." She opened her mouth wide and kissed the whole thing hard. She sank her face into the puffy, dark flesh of the woman's genitals, sucking and licking at her enthusiastically.

"I'm sorry about what I said, about your vagina." Princess came up for air, kissing lightly at the lips and labia. "It's really very beautiful. I like how big it is." She started going deeper again, and down to the woman's clit. "Oh! Your clit is nice and big too." Princess cooed, still narrating her discoveries. She lightly sucked it, and felt the other woman shudder. "If it's starting off at this size, I bet it'll get much larger. All the women here have big clitorises, it's part of the hormones for milking. One of the ones that I like is almost like a teeny little penis. It's very cute." More moans and protests, more fierce now and accompanied by the plop of drool, but the genitals in Princess' face didn't move a centimeter. "I'm sorry," Princess crawled right underneath, letting her tongue vibrate the lovely clit in her face, "We don't have to talk about that. Just enjoy this. It doesn't have to be all bad..." She stopped talking, and got back to work. For minutes more she worked in silence, neither woman spoke, until Yania felt a slight shudder of the legs by her, and a quivering of the vagina she was administering.

"Did you just cum? It's okay. You didn't have to hold back."

Pembleton, who had been merely observing to the side for some time, broke into the one-sided conversation.

"That was very good, Princess. Come here. It's time to meet our newest cow face to face." Yania's master sounded quite amused, and self-satisfied. She got off her knees and went around to face the woman she had just made cum, to meet the latest addition to the stables for the first time.

The woman's futile thrashing started again. To the side, down, trying to show only her bald head. Yania stroked her head. Why was this woman so stubborn about something so silly as letting Yania see her? She could hardly move anyway...

"Look at me..." Yania said, and the woman stopped. Finally, she could see past the cruel gag holding the black woman's mouth open and drooling, and past the bald head.

The eyes, the cheeks, Yania would know them anywhere in the world.

The face that greeted her, eyes full of shame, of judgement, of loathing were the eyes of Queen Ebele. Her mother.

Yania screamed. Suddenly, she could see the ceiling. Strong arms were under her shoulders, supporting her. The room spun, and although she wasn't looking at her mother's face, it wouldn't leave her vision. It was seared into place... and then the world went dark.