Page 63 of Morally Gray Daddies

I froze at the words, staring at a woman who obediently crawled toward me. I wasn’t all the way in the cage and was reminded of that when Marx nudged me in the butt with the toe of his boot to keep me crawling. I looked over my shoulder at Erik with pleading eyes.

He nodded. “Go on, Maya. Do as Marx asks.”

It wasn’t the thought of punishment that had me crawling forward again, but rather the way Erik softly commanded for me to do so. It seemed as if he did care for my well-being and didn’t want me to be punished harshly for disobedience from a man who I had a pretty good idea was completely unhinged.

“Lie on your back and spread your legs,” Erik ordered the moment the cage door clicked shut.

There wasn’t much room in the cage. Even if the female pets were allowed to stand, the cage was not high enough for that. The length and width were more accommodating. There would be enough room for four women to lie down and fully spread out, but there wouldn’t be much more room after that. There would maybe be enough room for one more woman after I claimed my spot.

A woman—who I assumed was the mama kitty—crawled my way. Her black fingernails had been filed into pointy claws, and she also had tattoos of paw prints around her green eyes. With every move of her body, her little bell jingled beneath her neck.

I glanced at Erik one more time before doing as he said. Lying on my back, I spread my legs and stared at the bars of the cage above as I tried to mentally prepare for the unknown.

The woman crawled up to me and lowered her head to my pussy. Without waiting for another command, she swiped her tongue from my kitty tail all the way to the top of my mound. I gasped and arched my back at the same time.

The sensation sent electricity through me. It was too intense, so I moved my hands to block the woman from doing it again. As if she knew what would happen, she grabbed my hands and put them at my side. She looked at me with those big green eyes and subtly shook her head. There was warning in her gaze.

I swallowed hard and balled my fists at my sides, not wanting to upset Erik again. My ass still hurt, and the fear of another spanking sealed my wrists to the bottom of the cage. The woman placed her tongue at my anus again then ran her tongue all the way to my clit. She did this repeatedly, licking every inch of my sex. She bathed my most intimate of spots as a mama cat would bathe her kitten… all while the men watched. The embarrassment heated me as much as the sexual act.

Lick after lick.

Moan after moan… my moans.

“That’s enough for one day,” Erik mercifully cut in.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t enjoying it, but I worried that with another swipe of her tongue, my moans would rattle the barn walls. Something told me this act of bathing was not meant to give me pleasure.

Marx boomed, “All right, my pets. Please welcome our guest to your cage. We’ll return with dinner later. If there is any disobedience at all, you’ll be whipped soundly.”

With that, the two men exited the barn, leaving me with my fellow pets.

Chapter Seven

The shuffle of bodies in the cage had me scanning my surroundings, taking in the other two women who still cowered in the far corners. They didn’t seem afraid, necessarily, simply skittish like a feral cat would be. The mama cat didn’t say anything to me, but did wipe her face, removing the signs of my juices off her lips and chin. How had I tasted, and did she mind doing what she had to me? Based on her casual demeanor, I gained the sense that her licking my pussy from anus to clit was not out of the ordinary. Was it her job to bathe all the kitties?

I looked out from between the bars and could see the hucows sitting in a row as the metal devices tugged at their nipples. It looked uncomfortable, but none of them even grimaced. They were talking among themselves, but they were too far away for me to hear exactly what they were saying.

“You’re lucky to be a kitty,” the mama cat said to me. “There are some awful types of pets you could have been chosen to be. The cows have to be milked throughout the day, the horses have to tend to the fields, and the guard dogs are the worst. The dogs have to fight and protect to the death if need be.”

“What do the kitties do?” I pulled my knees up to my chest, trying to conceal my nudity the best that I could. No one else seemed to mind being naked with collars and a tail, but being completely nude in front of strangers, I couldn’t help but feel vulnerable.

“The house cats are in charge of the cooking and the cleaning mostly. The barn cats are the wild ones. We’re in charge of pleasing the master. We bathe his cock as I just bathed your pussy.”

Her shocking words seemed so normal to her. There wasn’t even a tinge of pink on her cheeks to betray any embarrassment or shame. In fact, everyone seemed to be at peace with their situation. I didn’t sense panic or the need for escape in the barn. Everyone eased into their roles. The three women with whom I shared a cage stretched out and made themselves comfortable. I looked at the ponies, and they, too, seemed to settle in.

“He has us locked in a cage. Are you always locked up?” I asked, certain they were prisoners and truly wanted freedom. Maybe I could help them, although I wasn’t sure I could even help myself.

Mama cat smiled warmly. “You’ll see.” She reached out to pat the top of my knee. “When you learn to let go and accept, things will be so much easier. You’ll be safe. You’ll be cherished. The owners love their pets. You’ll never have to worry another day in your life. Your owner will always provide for you, shelter you, and care for you. You’ll see that soon.”

The two other women in the cage remained silent but did nod in agreement at the mama cat’s words.

“Does he ever let you out of the cage?”

“Oh, yes, all the time. Marx is not a bad man. He’s strict, but he also rewards good behavior. We’re only in this cage because we are settled in for the night. We spent the day in the gardens planting seeds. It was a lovely day.” She leaned back and stretched out her legs. Her large breasts and bush were on full display, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

Content.

Yes, that was what these women were, and although I had felt a sense of surrender to Erik, and did feel a strong need to please him, I could not see how I would ever enjoy sleeping in a cage. And never would I agree to have milk extracted from my body. That horrified me.

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