Stephanie nuzzled Tom's leg and made a plaintive sound.
"Already? I gave you lots of attention this morning. Not enough for my needy little girl, huh?"
Stephanie shook her head. She was on all fours, crawling on soft clover. She pawed at Tom's leg and whined again.
"No. Down." Tom brushed her hand off his leg, causing her to stumble. She whined again. He crouched down and put his hand around her jaw, closing it in his firm grip. "I give you special treatment once, and this is what I get? No. If you want a treat, you need to be good. No whining and no jumping. Understand?"
Stephanie sat back on her haunches obediently.
"Now look. I know your body is going through a lot of changes. You feel itchy all over, your breasts are swollen, your nipples are sensitive. I get it. And not that long ago you were talking and doing whatever you want, whenever you wanted to do it. This is a big transition for you. But it's for your own good." Tom stroked Stephanie's cheek. She shivered from the contact, leaning into his hand. The petting calmed her down.
"Isn't that better? Do as you're told, and you'll get to feel real nice. You're lucky, you know. The other trainers are rougher with their girls, especially when they misbehave. I'd rather you be compliant and happy than cowering and fearful all the time, but my patience has limits too." Tom gave Stephanie's left breast a slap, making her yelp. "Do your best. For both of us," Tom said. Stephanie nodded quickly.
"Good girl," Tom said, closing the door.
"How is she?" asked Roger from the dining room. He was drinking a bottle of beer.
"Oh, not bad all told," said Tom. "She's new here, you know. Always tougher when you get them later in life."
Roger nodded solemnly. "Don't I know it. Some just aren't worth the trouble of breaking in."
"Don't say that," Tom said. "They beautiful in their own way, and they have their uses. Never seen a girl I can't break in with a little love and patience."
"You're a more patient man than I, Tom. Bless you for it." Roger tossed Tom a beer.
"Cheers to that," Tom said.
Back in her pen, Stephanie was confused. She'd learned the routines here: when the lights went on and off, meal times, what was expected of her and when. She wasn't allowed to stand up either, and had to have her knees on the ground at all times unless she was lying down. She wasn't allowed to talk, touch herself, or wear any clothes, though laying on blankets and cushions were fine. With the room held at such a comfortable temperature, she'd gotten used to being naked all the time. It was a lot harder to get used to the fog in her head. Ever since she'd gotten here, she felt she'd gotten duller by the day. It was impossible to focus. Her skin prickled at every sensation, and touch felt overwhelming. They treated her like an animal, and with each passing day she felt more like one.
Her room had clearly been build for this. The windows were low enough to see out of while she was on hands and knees. Most of the ground was soft clover, a little hard on her knees but manageable. One corner had a couple wool blankets and a towel. There was a little hole with sand in it for going to the bathroom in emergencies, but Tom also walked her to the bathroom each morning and night. If she planned properly, she could use the toilet then.
The lights went off. It was time for bed. She heard the high-pitched squeak of another girl somewhere else in the compound. It sounded more like pleasure than pain, but it was hard to tell. Even though she was exhausted, the sound kept her up for awhile. Eventually she fell asleep.
In the morning, Stephanie woke to the sound of Tom opening the door. "Good morning, pet! Sleep good?" On hearing his voice, Stephanie frantically got to her knees and found her leash to off it to him. On seeing this, Tom smiled. "Look at you, ready to start the day. That's what we like to see. Come." She crawled over to him with the leash in her mouth. He took it from her and squatted down to clip it to her collar. He then fed her a sugar cube while petting her bare ass, his hands gliding down to touch her pussy. Stephanie moaned from the contact.
"There we are. Doesn't that feel nice?" Stephanie nodded, sucking on the sugar cube. He touched her like this every time he gave her a sugar cube, and he only gave her a sugar cube when she'd been very good. The sugar and the petting felt a lot better than they were supposed to. When she was being rewarded like this, it was hard to think of anything other than how good it felt.
"Let's get you washed up, then we're going on a little outing. Big day for you today." Tom led her to the bathroom. She used the toilet, brushed her teeth and flossed, then crawled onto the tile. Tom sprayed her down with warm water while she soaped up and lathered. Once he'd rinsed her clean, he gave her a thin towel to dry off.
The next part was always overwhelming. She rolled onto her back, arms and legs up in the air, so Tom could apply lotion. The lotion felt like ordinary moisturizer, but the sensation of Tom's hands rubbing it into her skin was incredibly intense. It took a lot of self control not to make any noises as he rubbed her down. Tom also spent extra time on all her sensitive spots: her neck, her face, her breasts, her cunt, and her ass. "We need to get you conditioned to receive all this touch," Tom said. "Otherwise you won't be able to do your job." This morning she managed to keep quiet enough to meet Tom's standard. When he was done, he grunted in approval and gave her a casual slap on her ass, a sign to get going.
Stephanie expected to be led back to her room like usual, but instead Tom led her down the hallway. "Today we're starting a new phase of your training," Tom said. "It'll feel great, but only if you're ready. I've brought in a helper to show you the ropes. You are going to be great friends."
Stephanie followed on all fours into a room with a bed and a couch on it. It had been weeks since she'd seen furniture like this. She remembered using it, but it didn't feel like it was for her anymore. Tom had made it clear that was not her place.
"Stay," Tom said, pointing in front of the couch. Stephanie crawled to that spot and kneeled. "Good girl," said Tom. He tied her leash to a bedpost.
Then Tom left. Stephanie began to panic. Was this a test? Should she try to escape? She didn't know where the cars were, or where Tom kept his keys. Even if she could find his keys, she wasn't sure she'd be in shape to drive. She was pretty woozy, and the fog in her head just would not clear. On top of all that, she was afraid. She'd probably be punished. Worse, she might be abandoned. She froze from indecision.
Tom returned with a girl behind him. She was younger than Stephanie, stark naked just like her. Tom was leading her with a leash too, but she was walking on two feet. She had a bright, genuine smile and short red hair. Her breasts looked swollen and full, maybe even more so than Stephanie's. Tom led her to the front of the room. Stephanie felt so small on her knees in front of them.
"Stephanie, meet Rosie," Tom said. "She's your new sister."
