Page 63 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

Maybe he didn’t want me anymore. My hips were too wide, my belly wobbled when I walked, and—well—my breasts were obscenely large. I looked like a damn fetish porn star.

At least they got fucked.

I groaned and turned my face into the pillow.

What was wrong with me?

Every day it got harder.

He was never going to release me.

In his eyes, he owned me.

If I mooed once, I’d moo forever.

And the thought terrified me.

When the soft music lulled me to sleep, I saw his grey eyes, staring into mine as he moved on top of me.

Mounting me.

Making me scream.

I think I missed that.

???

It was bath day, and he carried me to the bathroom. The routine hadn’t changed, but I leaned into his shoulder to discreetly sniff his cologne. We passed his full bedroom and he stood me beside the bath. I rubbed my hoof on the floor mat. He’d placed that after I slipped on the tiles.

I peered up at him, but he was busy running the water. For a middle-aged doctor, he was fit—not overly muscular, just right.

Before I realised, he lifted me into the tub. My eyes closed as the hot water surrounded me. Lavender steam filled the bathroom, floral and thick.

His hand dragged the washcloth around my neck and shoulders. That began my torture.

Because when he reached my breasts, I almost whimpered.

The washcloth was gone. His hands massaged my breasts.

I didn’t know if it was his breathing or mine that got louder.

When his fingers reached my pussy.

I still didn't moo.

???

Sleep evaded me. I was clean, but I tossed and turned repeatedly. I punched my hoof into the pillows. He always left a soft, orange glowing lamp on for me, in case I needed to use the toilet at night. It was the little things that he did that I’d noticed in my silent protest.

Would it be so bad to be owned and pampered?

Did you forget about the humiliation?

My inner bitch snarked.

I felt conflicted and confused, yet my head seemed unfazed—calm when I shouldn't have been. I turned to lie on my back and found myself entranced looking at my reflection, wondering if it would be easier to give in.

Lie down and moo for him.