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Still nothing.

Then—on.

I cried out, my thighs slick with heat and milk and shame. My body twitched with every pulse. I clawed the pillow. Bit it. Cried harder when it stopped again.

This time the ache lingered deep in my belly.

My body trembled. Sweat beaded along my back. My clit throbbed with every breath.

He didn’t come back.

But the vibrators did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I begged the room. Begged the ceiling. Begged my fucking udders to shut up as they began to leak again.

“Moo. Please,” I whimpered.

No answer. Just that cruel, rhythmic buzzing.

He hadn’t even fucked me.

He didn’t need to.

He’d left me like this.

Dripping.

Helpless.

Watched.

And still…

I didn’t dare come.

Chapter 34

Vadik

My eyes were glued to the television screen. I’d tried to watch on my laptop, but I needed something bigger. She was too perfect. My filthy little breeding hole, so deliciously desperate.

I’d let her eat and drink before I began her slow, incremental torture.

On and off.

Slow and fast.

Again and again, I dragged her to the edge.

My poor little HuCow.

I could practically smell her cunt leaking through the screen.