Page 81 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

“I think you pissed yourself,” he said with a chortle.“My filthy little fuckcow.”

I snorted. No kidding.

???

My pussy tingled all night and from the moment my eyes opened this morning. I sat by the door, waiting. I was sore, but each time I moved on the bed or walked to the toilet, I thought of him, towering over me.

I shivered.

Somewhere deep in my soul, I knew it was all wrong, but here I was, a pet cow in my barn, ready to moo for my Owner.

All I wanted to do was survive and glean some happiness along the way.

Isn't that what life is? The pursuit of contentment?

The doorknob turned.

I smiled.

His grey eyes held warmth—laced with chaos.

I lowered my head and mooed for him, soft and sweet.

???

My breathing felt odd, and I wondered what he’d injected me with.

The speculum spread me open, and I felt a tiny scrape inside of me.

“I need to ensure that you are healthy, inside and out. I didn’t want you to move, so I gave you a touch of Rocuronium. This way you can feel everything, but you’ll hold perfectly still for me,” he said, stroking my inner thigh with his gloved hand.

I couldn’t blink, let alone move.

“Seeing your breeding hole spread out like this makes me wonder if I could fit my fist in there.”

I lay frozen but listening.

A fist?

“Gloves, lubricant and a good fisting to make you squirt,” he continued.

His words made me envision it all, and I saw the appeal. He would start gently, but he always turned vicious, and that was when I’d come the hardest.

“Hmm. We can leave that for another day. I want you to be fully functioning for that,” he said as I felt the speculum retract.“Although your asshole will be nice and relaxed right now.”

The speculum slid out, and I heard the gloves come off.

“Let’s get your shithole creamed before the effects wear off. I only gave you a small dose.”

Since my pussy was rubbed raw, I decided that it was a good idea—not that I had a choice.

He picked me up and carried me back to the barn. He placed me on the bed, and I saw pillows being moved. He rolled me onto them with my ass high in the air. I heard the metal table being wheeled in. No matter how tender or paralysed my pussy was, I felt the familiar need creeping inside of me.

Gloves snapped.

My cheeks were parted, and a nozzle was inserted into my ass.

“I’m just testing out a new lubricant,” he murmured, stroking my tail.“A more natural and healthy substance.”