Page 62 of Morally Gray Daddies

There was a short pause as I waited. Erik wasn’t touching me anymore, and I was tempted to open my eyes and turn to see. Was he still there? I hadn’t heard the crunch of boots, which also meant Marx was still standing near me. Erik was allowing him to watch the entire collaring and plugging.

I jumped when a cool, wet finger touched my anus. It felt different than the time before—slicker.

He circled my entrance, coating it with the lube before he pressed his fingertip past my puckered hole, inserting his digit all the way in. The sensation wasn’t foreign, and in an odd way, I enjoyed it. It reminded me of the night before and the erotic sensations I’d experienced.

“I’m adding a second finger,” he said as I gasped. The stretch of my hole stung, and it shamed me that the sensation was also pleasurable.

In and out, he eased his two fingers. They slid in, then slid out. Each movement hurt, but in a good way. I gasped, moaned, and writhed against the bale, scraping my belly and mound with the prickly straw. The wetness on my face from my tears was nearly dry, but a new wetness from my sex coated my inner thighs. When he removed his fingers, I had to fight the urge not to beg for him to place them back inside me.

“I’m placing the tail in you now. Take a deep breath and relax. This is going to bite, but if you tense up, it will only be worse.”

My heart stopped, and my stomach flipped, but I did as he asked. I was terrified what it would feel like if I didn’t follow his command.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I mumbled against the hay, preparing for the invasion.

The foreign object pressed at my entrance, and very slowly, Erik inserted it. My tiny hole was much too small for something so large, and I panicked that I would tear or even rip in two.

“It’s too big,” I cried as every muscle in my body tightened. “Please, no. Please.”

“Take a deep breath. I’m going slow, and it will fit. We have to get the base past the ring of your hole, and then this initial pain you feel will ease.”

I drew a deep breath again and concentrated on relaxing my body. Erik would show me no mercy when it came to enduring this tail, so I needed to accept. I had no choice.

He pushed a little more, the plug popped inside, and as he promised, the sharp pain did ease, but the stretching threatened to steal every breath I took.

With the pushing stopped, I took that time to adjust to the sensations. Every second that went by did get easier.

“Are you doing all right? We’re almost done.”

It was so big, it did sting, and I wanted to plead for him to stop. And yet, I also wanted to please Erik again. The submission still ran strong through my veins, so I nodded.

The minute I did so, Erik pressed the tail all the way inside me. I cried out—more out of surprise than pain. I felt full, stretched, but not necessarily in pain.

Erik pulled me off my stomach, sat down on the bale of hay, and placed me in his lap in the most fluid of motions. “That’s a good girl. You did very well.”

He pressed my head to his shoulder so I could cuddle in the arc of his neck. His smell soothed me, so intoxicating, yet so undistinguishable. I just knew he smelled of man. All man.

My ass was tender from the belting, and the tail rested heavy inside me. I whimpered when he adjusted me so he could spread my legs as he still held me firmly against him. When I tried to close them, he swatted my inner thigh, silently commanding me to keep them wide. I flinched when his hand rested on my mound, but settled down when his touch was so gentle. He began to pet my pussy—his pussy. He caressed my thatch of hair as one would stroke the fur of a cat, and once again, if I could have purred, I would have.

Pain, surrender, domination, and the most loving care afterward caused my entire body to hum. Life surged through me, and although I remained confused and my mind was at constant war with my body, my body won this battle. I would sit there all day in Erik’s arms while he petted my pussy and kissed me gently on the head, if he would allow it. If being his meant this type of affection—affection I had never received in my entire life—then maybe the turn of events with the hijacking wasn’t exactly the worst thing that could have happened to me. Who knew what was waiting for me in Seattle when we landed.

“Erik, I never would have pegged you as a Daddy, but clearly you are cut out for it,” Marx said, breaking my luxurious bliss, “but I’m hungry. Why don’t you put your new pet in the cage with my kitties. She’ll be just fine there. We’ll bring them dinner after we’re done.”

Erik stopped petting between my legs, and I released a small whimper. He looked down at me with a smile then lifted me off his lap, forcing me to open my eyes and face my reality for the first time since my belting.

I stood on wobbly legs, squinting against the setting sun shining through the large wood planks in the barn ceiling, feeling as if my face was on fire. The shame, the humiliation that I hadn’t hated everything that had been done to me, made me want to hide from Erik’s captivating brown eyes.

Erik shook his head and pointed at the ground. “Crawl.”

I opened my mouth to object, but the pressure in my asshole reminded me I was now a kitty. So, for the first time in my life, I got down on hands and knees and crawled after him as he led me to the cage holding the other females.

The hay cushioned the ground, but the sharp straw stabbed at my knees and palms. I tried to maneuver as gracefully as I could, but it seemed impossible to move without something poking into my flesh. Plus, I was so distracted with the movement of the long black cat tail that hung from the cleft of my ass and tickled the backs of my thighs as I tried to move like a cat.

Marx opened the cage and stood to the side so I could crawl inside. The other three women cowered to the back of the cage as if fearful of what Marx might do. They were skittish in their movements, much like feral barn cats would act.

“Mama kitty,” Marx began, “I would like for you to give this baby kitten a bath. Her pussy is dirty from her most recent behavior.”

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