Page 13 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)
Vadik
While I studied how to snap her out of her dissociative state, I also worked on how to subdue her so she could be trained psychologically. She needed to see what I was capable of without incurring any physical injury. Her body still had at least three to four months to heal, even with my advanced post-op care.
I stared into her dazed eyes before releasing her chin, tilting her head so she could see Stumpy. I never uttered his name to him. He’d been erased a long time ago—the Pakhan’s gift to me. I was not loyal to the Bratva as an organisation, but faithful to Adrik Ilyin, the man.
“Now moo for me, sweetness,”
I murmured while she stared at Stumpy.
Her lips trembled, and my heart beat a little faster. I held my breath.
“M-M-Moo,”
she stammered the word out again. I reached for her taut nipple, teasing the tip before massaging the areola.
“Again,”
I snapped, louder.
“Moo. Moo,”
she said immediately. I watched her milk spurt out and rubbed it into her nipple.
“Continue until I tell you to stop,”
I said, lowering my mouth to suck on her nipple.
She began to speak her new tongue, the tongue of livestock.
I wasn’t gentle. She needed to feel me in her hazy glow. I nuzzled, sucked, and licked, but the real triumph was when I felt her cunt.
She was wet.
I pulled back from her nipple, licking the milk from my lips. Her moos had softened, slurred now with pleasure. My hand slipped down her thigh, slow and reverent.
“So wet,”
I murmured.
“You like this. Being touched. Being owned.”
She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Her cunt said everything.
I spread her wider, exposing the slick pink folds shaped to perfection. No tremble. No resistance. Just heat and honey.
“Such a good little cow,”
I whispered, rubbing two fingers through her slit.
“You’re not even ashamed. Your body knows its purpose.”
She whimpered. A high, broken sound. I smiled.
“You came back to me today. Mooed for me. Milked for me. And now you’ll come for me.”
Her eyes fluttered.
I didn’t stop.
Couldn’t.
She was perfect.
My obedient, aroused, milk-slick miracle.
And she was mine.
Forever.
She was so scared she never looked away from Stumpy—even as she came on my fingers like a filthy cow.
I watched her. Studied the panic in her eyes, the flush spreading down her throat, the slick coating my hand.
She couldn’t help it.
That was the beauty of it.
Fear and arousal, fused together.
I did that.
And she would thank me one day.
***
Stumpy was so effective that I left him beside her overnight. I needed to check on her progress before I carried him back downstairs again. If her petrified eyes were anything to go by, it had been a success. My sweet cow mooed for me as soon as she saw me. It was shaky and husky, but a beautiful sound nonetheless.
“Good morning,”
I said with a kind smile.
I tugged her covers down to bare her milk-laden breasts, casting a side-eye at Stumpy. His eyes were on her bulging breasts.
A chortle escaped me.
He had no dick, but I guess he could still appreciate my cow’s udders.
Mmm. They seemed fuller this morning.
I massaged them gently, getting ready to empty them.
“Are you ready to be milked, my sweet?”
I murmured.
A tingle ran down my spine when she mooed and nodded her head. The tips of her horns swayed with her.
I pulled the covers down and removed the catheter, cleaning her and then my hands with sterile wipes. The only time I hesitated was when she parted her thighs for me. If we progressed this well, she would be ready to be mounted much sooner than I anticipated.
The milking room was ready months ago.
I climbed on the bed and lay on one side, wanting to see everything this morning.
“Is my sweet breeding cow aching? Do your udders hurt?”
Her lips quivered and her eyes welled up, but she nodded.
“Good little HuCow. You should always be ready for your Owner,”
I said, lowering my mouth to her nipple.
I didn’t suck.
No, I teased her areola, tracing my tongue around it until she mooed.
Oh, how she mooed.
Desperate.
Urgent.
Aching for me.
Her Owner.