Page 15 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Vadik

She lay in the barn, sleeping on her new bed. She was still unsteady on her feet, but it would take time. In another four months, her skull would accept the anchoring pins. The process would be irreversible. The bone and connective tissue around her limb prosthetics would ossify and become semi-permanent. She would have a functioning tail if the tail merged with the nerve endings. I would have created a living, breathing, permanent HuCow.

I should be in the Guinness World Records or recognised by some other organisation for my innovative work.

I sniggered, but paused when she turned on her back. She raised her arm-hoof in the air, inspecting her limb. I hoped she saw the beauty. When she raised her knee stumps to inspect the hooves, she shook her head and curled into a corner.

It was great hindsight that I had cameras in her room. Initially, it was for safety when I was at work, but I was curious to see what she did when I wasn’t in the room. She’d had a week to settle in her new room. It was time.

Tomorrow, I would own her body, mind, and soul.

***

I hummed to myself as I went into the barn. The morning milking was my favourite time of the day. It was when her aching udders begged for relief. She was the most pliable then. Today, she wouldn’t get my mouth—just the suction cups. There would be no fingers inside her breeding cunt today.

No. I had something better planned.

She needed to feel owned in every sense of the word.

To understand that I decided what to give her, and it was her role to accept.

“Good morning, my sweet. Did you sleep well?”

She mooed.

“Walk to the milking station.”

She swallowed before shuffling to the edge of the bed and rolling off. She caught herself on her feet and clip-clopped to the station, moving into place. I opened the bar and pushed her head into it before locking her in position.

“My sweet cow,”

I murmured, sticking the cups over her nipples before turning the machine onto the lowest setting.

The mechanical hum began, and I saw splashes in the clear tubes. I reached beneath her and massaged her breasts. They must be at least an F or G cup by now. She was fed well, and I ensured she took all the correct vitamins.

“Your Owner has a nice surprise for you this morning,”

I said, pulling the lube from my robe pocket.

I shrugged out of my robe and placed it on the bench before tugging my shorts down. There was no in-shower wank today. No—I had a better place for my cock this morning. I took my time applying a coat of lube around my cock before moving her tail to the side.

Her asshole was as perfect as the rest of her—the colour slightly darker around her puckered hole. It called to me. I squirted some lube over her asshole. There would be no stretching. This was all she got, and that was me being generous.

Her head moved to the side, but she didn’t say anything.

I rubbed the head over her hole, letting my dick take a sniff at her.

“Who’s your Owner, my sweet?”

I asked gently, pressing my cock against her asshole.

“M-Moo,”

she whimpered.

I smiled and gripped her braid. I was getting better at them through online videos.

“Yes, my little breeding cow. Today I’m going to own your asshole,”

I said, gripping the base and stabbing her harder until I saw the tight ring stretch.

“My beautiful little cow has a tight little ass. Keep it nice and open for me.”

She relaxed, and the head slid in.

Nice and slow.

It was so fucking tight.

“That’s it. Take your Owner’s cock up your ass while your tits are being drained.”

She mooed again, and I gently began to sink into her tight shithole.

I reached below and touched her plump belly, rocking my hips back and forth until I felt her pussy.

Wet.

Pussy.

“Oh, my sweet cow. Such a good girl for your Owner,”

I cooed to her.

“Moo. Moo.”

I released her braid and looked down at where we were joined.

“Let me give you what you need,”

I muttered before pulling back all the way and driving myself back in, the lube easing my path.

I sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of her opening up.

The machine continued to work, and I joined the rhythm. The bench supported her, so I didn’t need to worry about her legs.

I placed my foot on the bench and began to fuck her.

To watch her asshole ripple and strain as I plunged back and forth, taking my time to enjoy my sweet HuCow.

It was only when my balls slapped her ass that I began to circle my fingers around her clit—using the right pressure and three fingertips.

I could feel my balls tighten, and this was the moment to break her.

“My good breeding cow. Do you like your Owner’s cock fucking your dirty asshole?”

“M-Moo,”

she gasped.

I let go and gave it to her deep, hard, and fast. My eyes stayed on the stitches where her tail was.

She was open and loose, taking every inch I had for her. When she began to moan, I rubbed her harder.

She came so suddenly, clamping around me, that I thrust deep inside her asshole and let myself go.

I came so hard that I felt my cock swell up before I pumped her full of cum. Each spurt made me groan. Her asshole contracted around me, sucking me in deeper.

She was the perfect HuCow for me.