Page 43 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

Milk shot from both tits—streams crossing in mid-air.

“Look at your udders, my sweet. My perfect creation. No hands. No feet. Just horns, hooves, and holes. Just the way you’re meant to be.”

Relief from her aching breasts warred with the truth of my words.

“You serve a higher purpose now—me,” I said, pinching her nipples, vicious and slow until she moaned.

I released them and moved down her body, gripping the metal joint between her stump and hoof. I pushed her legs up, forcing her to stare. She turned her head, eyes clenched shut.

“Don’t look away. I want you to see the beauty in what you’ve become. My masterpiece. My livestock,” I said, spreading her wide.

Her cunt glistened.

“Your body obeys me before your mind does. That’s progress, my sweet cow.”

She whimpered—but her eyes opened, locked on mine.

“There’s no way back, Lena. Time to accept what you are,” I said, brushing my thumb over her clit.“Livestock with one purpose—to serve your Owner.”

I moved my cock down to her wet asshole, circling the head against her tight, puckered hole. Her breath came in short, desperate pants as I kept rubbing her clit.

But I waited.

She knew.

“Moooo. Moo. Moo.” Her sweet little voice filled the barn.

I pressed the head into her ass. It strained around me, tight and slow, inch by inch. She needed this.

The humiliation.

The painful stretch.

To be owned.

I moved on top of her, leaving my cock in her ass, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed from pleasure and pain.

“Look at me when I fuck your asshole. You’ll look at me and thank me for using your shithole,” I growled.

Her eyes snapped open as wide as saucers, but I pushed deeper, pulling back before stuffing myself into her harder.

She cried out, nodding as her hole relaxed around me.

“Good little cow,” I grunted.

She panted beneath me, her ass stretched full around my cock, her body twitching with every slow grind. I didn’t move fast. Just deep. Measured. Cruel. Letting her feel every ridge, every drag. Her clit throbbed under my thumb, swollen and soaked. I circled it mercilessly, watching her hips jerk.

“Too much?” I asked, knowing damn well it was.

She shook her head, but her thighs trembled.

I felt my balls slap her ass and started to fuck her harder. Her shithole took it all—tight, straining, obscene.

I rubbed harder, faster. Tiny flicks over her clit that made her cry out. Her moans turned to sobs, pleasure slicing through her like punishment.

Her breath hitched. Legs kicked. Her body tried to escape while begging to come.

“You’re going to come like this,” I said, voice low.“With your shithole stretched and your cunt untouched. Because I said so.”