Page 59 of Morally Gray Daddies

I had no choice but to follow Marx as he led us to the large barn doors.

“She’ll be fine in here,” Marx said as he opened the doors, reached for a lantern and lit it.

The yellow glow from the light flooded the interior, casting a warm glow along the stalls, the piles of hay, and…

I gasped in shock at what I saw. Scattered about were women. Naked women.

All wore collars. Some were shackled and chained to the planked walls. Three were locked in a cage. I looked at Erik to see if he would help, if he would do anything, but he only stood in place, as if what was being seen before us was absolutely normal.

Some of the women had what looked to be horse bridles around their heads with something ball-like in their mouths. Horsetails protruded from the cracks of their asses, and they were in the stalls.

Marx must have noticed that I was staring at these ladies in fascination. “Those are my ponies.”

I swallowed hard but didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to be a pony. I didn’t want to have whatever that leather device was around my head and forced into my mouth. And I most certainly did not want a tail inserted into my ass. Was this what being a pet was?

Marx went over to a metal pail, picked it up, and made his way to three women who sat in a row with large steel milking devices hooked to their engorged breasts. Their round bellies told me they had been recently pregnant, in addition to the metal devices pumping their breasts so that white, creamy milk was extracted from their bodies and deposited into a large metal pail.

“These are my milk cows,” Marx said as he swapped the full metal pail for the empty one. “And my little hucows did good this evening.” He looked into the pail, dipped his finger into the milk, and then brought his breastmilk-covered finger to his lips and sucked it clean. “Delicious and plentiful. Just the way I like it. My kitties are going to be so pleased with their supper tonight.” He went over to the women who were also chained to the milking device. All three watched him with wide, saucer-like eyes as he stood before them and jiggled their breasts one at a time. “Still some more milk in there. Maybe another hour or so of suction, and then I’ll come in and free you from your milking machine. Fill up another pail, and there will be no discipline for you. Your owner will be very happy with his cows.”

Marx’s words resulted in a visible sigh of relief for all the women. I could tell they were observing me; I was the only woman who stood in the barn fully clothed and didn’t have some device attached to her.

Marx put the pail down near Erik’s feet. I couldn’t tell what Erik was thinking, and that alone made me more terrified than I was already. He didn’t appear shocked in the slightest by the scene before us.

Was this how they got their milk rather than from real life livestock?

“She doesn’t have a collar,” Marx observed as he stared at me, his once-friendly demeanor appearing much darker. He went over to a wall that had pieces of leather, metal, whips, and chains hanging from it on row after row of racks.

“Marx, you know that’s not my thing,” Erik said. “Not my kink.”

“Well, it’s mine. My land, my rules. No worries, I have plenty.” He looked over his shoulder and stared at me, sizing me up from head to toe. “What type of pet will she be?”

Erik looked at me, and his stare caused my face to heat up. I didn’t like the intensity of his gaze. “Your land, your rules, your choice.”

“Well, she can’t be a cow obviously. She could be a pony, but refresh my memory. Do you have a barn or just your cabin?”

Erik shook his head. “She will be staying with me in the house.”

“Ah, a house pet,” Marx said with a smile. “How about a kitty? I could see her as a kitty, for sure. She looks like she has a mind of her own, much like my sweet pussies.” He turned his head to glance at three women who were in a cage off to his right. The completely naked women had their hair styled in a fashion that made it look as if they had tiny ears on the top of their heads. Buns twisted out of braids, black collars with little bells, and long black tails protruding from their butts made it obvious they were his kittens. “Kitties need to be caged or they try to run away.”

Erik remained silent for several moments as he stared at the women lying on their bellies or sides in the cage. Their pussies and breasts were on full display, and the women did nothing to conceal their nudity much like the cows and ponies had not.

“I have extra kitty collars and even a tail,” Marx added as he looked at Erik for an answer.

With a nod, Erik said, “Fine.”

“Get her naked,” Marx said so casually, as if having a woman shed her clothing for all to see every inch of her body was completely normal.

Erik took a step toward me, and I took a step back.

“Maya…”

I shook my head and took another step backward, raising my hands to visually tell him to leave me alone. “No. Absolutely not.” My voice cracked and didn’t sound nearly as forceful as I had intended.

Erik closed the distance between us and grabbed my upper arm before I could move away. He squinted, his jaw tight. Between clenched teeth, he warned, “Get undressed now. I’m warning you, this is not the time to reveal your stubborn pride. You will not like the result.” He glanced over at Marx, who held a collar and tail. The man was smirking, clearly enjoying the show.

“Please, not here. Not in front of everyone,” I said as I scanned the room. Every woman was watching me.

“Take. Off. Your. Clothes.” Erik said each word as if they were the stabs of a dagger making direct contact with my chest.

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