Cassidy's breasts swung freely beneath her as she kneeled on all fours in her crate. Daddy had come to wake the girls and was ringing his cowbell loudly from the center of the room. Cassidy was the first to wake and now watched Daddy attentively from between the metal bars. Her green eyes and red hair accented the milk-white complexion of her petite nude body. All Daddy's girls were happy to see him in the morning, but Cassidy was exceptionally glad this morning, as she was the newest addition to the herd.
She was 19 years old, short, and had the sweetest little set of B cup titties. Her crate neighbor, Yasmyn, was the next to wake. Her caramel, D cup jugs and large, chocolatey nipples were glistening with small drops of milk before Yasmyn had even fully roused. She had been with Daddy the longest, three years, and her body had been fully trained to react in the proper ways to her master's cues. His bell meant milking, and Yasmyn was ready for him. The sight of her thick thighs and long legs were as inviting as her dripping udders while she rolled onto her knees to greet her master.
To the left of Yasmyn was Charlotte. Her short blonde bob fell over her blue eyes which were the last to flutter open. She yawned and tried to stretch as best she could in the little space of her crate. Her tiny pink nipples were like puckering lips ready for a kiss. She slowly put her hands under her, then her legs, as she tiredly peered up at Daddy from her cage. Daddy set his bell down on a table next to him, and began to undo his belt and fly, revealing his half-hard cock. While gently stroking himself, he walked to each crate in the room and shoved his cock through the bars before opening the door.
Each girl was trained to give Daddy a kiss before exiting her cage and doing her stretches. He started with Cassidy, who tentatively gave him a peck on his head. Daddy didn't move from her door, and she was confused as to what she was supposed to do. She looked over to Yasmyn, who opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, feigning a blowjob. Cassidy looked back to Daddy's cock poking through the bars of her gate, and then up at his expectant face. She sheepishly opened her mouth and took his head in.
Daddy gently thrusted his cock toward the back of her throat, and sighed, "That's it baby. You'll get the hang of it, soon." He pulled his cock away, leaving a coating of precum in the back of Cassidy's throat and on her tongue. Next was Yasmyn, who greedily took the entirety of Daddy's cock into her mouth. Daddy fucked it, slowly at first, but steadily began to pick up pace. The glug-glug of gagging and the wet sounds of a sloppy dick-sucking filled the room. Cassidy looked on in awe. She hoped to be as well trained as Yasmyn one day. Daddy's eyes clenched shut and he bit his bottom lip.
He grabbed the top of Yasmyn's cage tightly. "Daddy!" Charlotte protested from her cage. "If you let her get your cum, then I won't get to kiss you good morning!" Daddy pulled his cock from Yasmyn's spit-covered maw and stroked it. "You're right baby. Give Daddy his kiss." Charlotte took his cock into her mouth, mumbling "Thank you, Daddy!" as he fucked her thin, pink lips with fervor. Just when Cassidy was sure he'd fill Charlotte's mouth with his cum, he pulled away and tucked his wet, hard cock back into his pants. The head stuck out of the waistband for the girls to see.
He opened the doors to the girls' crates, and they crawled out one by one. "Yasmyn, teach Cassidy her stretches. I'll be back in a few minutes for milking."
"Yes, Daddy." Yasmyn said in a voice as warm as her milk.
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"Like this for ten seconds," Yasmyn instructed, grabbing her ankles with her legs straight and spread, facing her cage. "Make sure you're facing your cage and count to ten. If you're facing the wrong way, or don't do it for long enough, you might get lashings from Daddy. "
"Lashings?" Cassidy asked nervously, trying her best to mimic Yasmyn.
"I hate it when Daddy brings the riding crop!" Charlotte pouted, doing the same stretch as the rest of them. "Yasmyn likes it though, and sometimes she messes up on purpose."
Yasmyn chuckled, standing up from her stretch. "Don't worry, I'll teach you how to do them right. I don't want you getting hurt, fresh meat." She walked behind Cassidy, who was still holding her ankles. "Wow" she muttered. "The curtain matches the drapes." Cassidy's face grew warm, and she directed her eyes at the ground below her. "Stand still for a second." Yasmyn trailed her index finger between Cassidy's furry lips, gathering a bit of wetness on her long-nailed fingertip. Charlotte walked over to see what the fuss was about.
"Look at how wet she is, Yaz!" she exclaimed in her soprano-esque voice. "She'll make a good heifer for Daddy, I know it!"
Cassidy stood up, embarrassed from all the attention. "Yasmyn, how do you have so much milk?" She asked, glancing at Yasmyn's gently swaying tits. "Do you have babies?"
"No. Master has Charlotte and I on a strict regimen. He'll put you on it soon, too. If you're lucky you'll make as much milk as me." She wiggled her full breasts from side to side, causing drops of milk to fly in either direction.
Charlotte looked down at her C cup tits and worked the nipples, coaxing short streams of milk. A few drops landed on Cassidy's stomach, to Charlotte's delight.. "See, I can make milk, too! Don't worry, Daddy will make you milky like us."
"Come on, Char, stop fooling around. If you go wasting all your milk, you'll get spanked, and you know it. Let's show her the other stretch before Daddy comes back, ok?" Yasmyn scolded.
"Ok, big sissy," Charlotte said with youthful compliance. She laid on her back, bent her knees toward her chest and grabbed her skyward-pointing ankles. Her hairless cunt was wonderfully exposed; her baby pink inner lips even parted slightly so that both the girls got a peek at her glistening hole. "This is the second stretch. You have to do this one for ten seconds, too, ok, new friend?"
Cassidy followed suit, then all the girls were laying on the floor with their pussies on full display. The door opened, and their master walked back in. He admired the sight for a moment, then beckoned them with his finger. "Into the milking room, all of you. And good job on your stretches, today. Especially you, Cassidy." He turned, leaving the room and the door open. Yasmyn was the first to follow. Cassidy was the second, after Charlotte prodded her with her finger, saying "Go on... Remember to stay single file." Then Charlotte tailed the line.
After a short walk down the hall, the girls entered a room with three gallows, two of which had breast pumps below them. "Don't wait for the new girl." Daddy commanded. "Into your positions. Cassidy, kneel and watch. Do not move."
All his girls diligently followed his commands, with Yasmyn and Charlotte standing before their gallows. Daddy locked the girls into their side-by-side contraptions and zipped them up in their pumping bras with pumps attached. Yasmyn's was emerald green, and Charlotte's was as pale pink as her pussy lips. Daddy rang a second cowbell, started a timer, and turned their pumps on max strength. Cassidy watched as the girl's bodies relaxed against their wooden bounds, their faces increasingly in a state of subdued ecstasy. The bottles of their pumps slowly began to collect drops of creamy tit-milk. The bulge in their master's pants grew. "Isn't this a sight to see, Cassidy?" Daddy smiled. "Two heifers, blissfully giving their Daddy big bottles of milk. It makes my cock hard." He pulled it out of his pants and gripped it firmly as he walked toward Charlotte.
"You put up such a big fuss about having Daddy's cum this morning." he cooed to Charlotte in his deep, smooth voice. She perched her feet on her tippy toes, arching her back to meet Daddy's cock with her bald cunt. Her tits jiggled, moving the attached pumps with them. "Does having a new friend know how much of a slut you are turn you on?"
Charlotte peered at Cassidy, then quickly looked toward the ground. "Yes, sir."
"Then make sure to be nice and noisy so she knows how good Daddy's cock is." He wiped his slippery precum on her swollen clit, then plummeted himself deep inside the young woman. He gripped her beautiful hips with both hands, and deeply enjoyed her body. She moaned, then whimpered as her wrists went limp against her gallows. Her vocalizations and the wet slapping of his balls on her vulva was like a symphony to the onlooker's ears.
"Look at your friend and stick that slutty tongue out." the gruff and burly man barked.
Charlotte poked her tongue through closed lips, and briefly glanced at Cassidy. Cassidy, feeling overwhelmed, also averted her gaze. Daddy slapped her ass, leaving a deep red hand mark that took no time to appear. "What the fuck did I just say? I'll beat you, heifer." Her master spoke forcefully. After yelping in pain, Charlotte quickly opened her mouth wide, letting gravity have its way with her tongue and spit. She stared deeply as into Cassidy's eyes as she could with her master's cock massaging her cervix. Her grey pupils pierced Cassidy's mind, and her open-mouthed groaning made Cassidy's cunt grow warm. Cassidy wanted to grab her own breasts or massage the throbbing between her legs, but she remembered Daddy's command to stay still, and his threat to beat Charlotte. Cassidy knew her new master's cock was good for fucking, but she had never taken a beating from his hands or crop and didn't want to try it any time soon.
