Page 35 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

“That,” he continued, gesturing toward the metal framework across from the bed,“is the milking station. Bars are adjustable. Neck brace to keep you still. You’ll stand there on all four legs twice a day, minimum.”

He walked to it and caressed the top bar like it was precious.

“I modified the spreader myself. Holds your neck steady while your udders are emptied or you’re bred.”

My stomach lurched.

He turned and nodded toward the low bed.

“Your sleeping mat. Close to the floor so you don’t injure yourself. Lined with absorbent, washable padding. Custom made.”

He beamed.

“There’s even a heating element underneath. Can’t have my livestock catching a chill.”

I stared. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

He reached for my waist and helped me stand.

“Go on. Take a few steps. Let’s see how your joints respond.”

I took one. Wobbled. My hooves skidded slightly against the mat. He caught me.

“Good girl,” he murmured.“You’ll adjust quickly.”

Another step. The tail dragged. My knees bent wrong. My thighs burned.

“I’ve already programmed your routine,” he said, voice low with satisfaction.“Milking, walking drills, bathing. If you behave, I’ll let you see the feeding machine tomorrow.”

The room blurred. The light buzzed. The bars gleamed.

I was livestock.

And he was proud of me.

Chapter 14

Vadik

She lay in the barn, sleeping on her new bed. She was still unsteady on her feet, but it would take time. In another four months, her skull would accept the anchoring pins. The process would be irreversible. The bone and connective tissue around her limb prosthetics would ossify and become semi-permanent. She would have a functioning tail if the tail merged with the nerve endings. I would have created a living, breathing, permanent HuCow.

I should be in the Guinness World Records or recognised by some other organisation for my innovative work.

I sniggered, but paused when she turned on her back. She raised her arm-hoof in the air, inspecting her limb. I hoped she saw the beauty. When she raised her knee stumps to inspect the hooves, she shook her head and curled into a corner.

It was great hindsight that I had cameras in her room. Initially, it was for safety when I was at work, but I was curious to see what she did when I wasn’t in the room. She’d had a week to settle in her new room. It was time.

Tomorrow, I would own her body, mind, and soul.

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I hummed to myself as I went into the barn. The morning milking was my favourite time of the day. It was when her aching udders begged for relief. She was the most pliable then. Today, she wouldn’t get my mouth—just the suction cups. There would be no fingers inside her breeding cunt today.

No. I had something better planned.

She needed to feel owned in every sense of the word.

To understand that I decided what to give her, and it was her role to accept.