Useless 4

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."

"Hi Stephanie!" Rosie waved. Stephanie was stunned. She was allowed to talk? How? Why did she sound so clear while Stephanie felt so fuzzy?

"You look surprised," said Rosie. "I bet you're not allowed to talk yet. I know I look young, but I've been here a lot longer than you." Rosie beamed. "Tom loves me. He's going to love you too, as long as you learn how to be good!"

Tom smiled indulgently. "That's right. Stephanie, I brought you here so you could see what life is like for a well-trained girl. Rosie's already proven herself and is an excellent girl. I think you've got what it takes, but you have a long way to go. You could learn a lot from Rosie."

"I know just how Tom likes to use me," Rosie said. "The best part is how good it feels. At first I had to learn to turn off my brain and do what he says. It was really hard to let go. But now I have a lot of freedom to do different chores in the house and find different ways to please Tom. I love when he lets me get creative. Sometimes I even surprise him!"

Stephanie watched Rosie intently. She was hard to read. It looked like she was all there, but everything she was saying was so bizarre. It was hard for Stephanie to picture herself talking and acting like Rosie. Then again, it was hard for Stephanie to picture herself on all fours with a leash on, but that's exactly where she was.

Tom addressed Stephanie. "This morning, your job is to watch and get used to us touching you. Don't worry about doing anything fancier than that. Rosie will show you some things, but I won't expect you to pick up on them right away. Mostly she's here so you can see what it looks like once you're useful--and to understand how good it feels."

Tom unclipped Rosie's leash. He left her collar on. It was simple fabric choker, a red one. Stephanie realized she didn't know what color her own collar was. She hadn't seen a mirror in days. There was no way she looked as beautiful and put together as Rosie did.

Tom spoke. "Rosie, wall." Rosie placed her hands and cheek against the wall, arching her back and pushing her ass out. Her skin looked so smooth. Tom ran his hand down Rosie's back, palming her ass cheek with each stroke. Rosie purred like a cat. Stephanie didn't know how to make that sound at all. She felt the urge to whine, but pushed it down. She knew how good Rosie must feel getting pet like that.

"Knees." Another instruction. Rosie turned away from the wall and fell to her knees, putting her hands behind her back. She had a small smile. Stephanie noticed she wasn't making eye contact with Tom. Tom walked up to Rosie and she leaned over until her face was inches from his crotch. She opened her mouth and huffed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth just enough for Stephanie to see its tip.

"Open," Tom said. "Touch." Rosie spread her legs. She angled her hips forward, displaying her pussy. Seeing it made Stephanie want to touch herself. Rosie dragged her finger over her pussy lips, slowly teasing herself. "Harder," Tom said. Rosie plunged her fingers into her pussy. Stephanie could hear the wet slick sounds of her fingers going in and out. Stephanie moaned in pleasure, her smile widening to show her teeth. Stephanie started to rock back and forth on her knees, craving stimulation.

"Stop," said Tom. Rosie stopped finger-fucking herself. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving from arousal. Her pussy was open and glistening, ready to be fucked. "Tell Stephanie how you feel," Tom said.

"Stephanie, it feels so good. It's so pleasurable, I get lost in the feeling so easily. More than that, it feels so nice to have a purpose. A place." Tom ruffled her hair, gently petting her cheek. Rosie closed her eyes and tilted her head to give Tom better access. Stephanie wished Tom would pet her so gently.

"Good girl," said Tom. "Now go sit by your sister." Rosie kneeled next to Stephanie.

"That's just a little of what you have to look forward to," Tom said. "I'm going to ask you a few questions now, and you'll be allowed to respond verbally. Keep it simple and keep it honest. Rosie will give you feedback depending on your answers. Understand?" Rosie nodded. Stephanie nodded with her.

"How did you feel watching Rosie touch herself?" Tom asked.

"Horny," Stephanie said.

"Good. What else?"

"I wanted to be her." Stephanie felt her cheeks redden. She felt embarrassed.

"Perfect." Tom put a sugar cube between her teeth. Rosie had a mischievous grin. At Tom's nod, Rosie leaned over and kissed Stephanie, pushing the sugar cube into her mouth with her tongue. Stephanie yelped at the sudden intrusion, then submitted as pure pleasure lit up her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Then, just as suddenly, the kiss was over. Rosie had pulled away and was kneeling as if nothing had ever happened.

"Like I said, be good and you'll feel good," Tom said. "This is what your body is made for. It just needed a little help." A piece of Stephanie's brain rang alarm bells, realizing Tom had said something that should be concerning to her, but Stephanie couldn't bring herself to care. She just nodded dumbly.

"One more question. What are you?"

Stephanie tensed. This was harder. She knew this question had wrong answers, and she had to give the right one. She wasn't a person. She wasn't an animal, though she was being treated like one. She felt like a slave, but even that word felt wrong. Then it hit her.

"Useless," Stephanie said.

"Very good," said Tom. He nodded to Rosie. Rosie put her hand around Stephanie's throat and pushed. Stephanie fell back against the bedframe, choking. She scrabbled to get her feet under her, struggling for air, but she lost her balance and fell painfully on her ass, legs splayed wide. Rosie thrust two fingers into her pussy and fucked her with them. It was the first sexual contact Stephanie had felt in weeks. She lost all sense of what was happening, unconsciously moaning with pleasure as her body responded to Rosie's insistent touch. Shame and arousal rose inside her, intensifying as Rosie choked her a little tighter. Then her moans escalated into a long scream of relief as she came all over Rosie's fingers. Her body slackened and slumped against the bedframe.

"Yess," Rosie hissed in her ear, biting her earlobe and pinching her nipple. Stephanie whimpered as a jolt of pain pierced the opiate haze of her afterglow.

"Isn't that nice?" Tom said. "You did very good today, Stephanie. Keep it up and soon we'll let you on the bed."

Stephanie nodded, shivering from overstimulation. She craved more attention from Tom and felt pathetic for it. Tom and Rosie left her there, still tied to her leash, as he took Rosie onto the bed. The frame shook as Tom fucked Rosie right above her. Stephanie looked down at her swollen breasts and cunt.

Soon, she thought, her body would be useful.