Page 19 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)
Vadik
She cried so softly that I missed the sound at first. Life was a cruel mistress. I gently pressed a kiss on her shoulder before collecting her blanket from the bathroom. When I lifted her up to carry her back to the barn, she buried her face into my chest, avoiding my eyes. I placed her on her bed, arranging the blanket over her before returning home to lock all the doors.
She lay where I left her until she noticed me watching her in the doorway. I switched the light off and climbed into bed to lie behind her. She was feeling vulnerable and raw. Echoes of these emotions resonated with me enough to offer her some semblance of comfort. She didn’t know that I could no longer feel or express any normal human sentiments.
After a few shuddery breaths, her body relaxed. I lay awake for a long time listening to her steady breathing. I wrapped my arm around her, placing my fingers around her neck. It would be so simple to end her life. One quick injection, but I was a selfish man.
Lena was mine, and I would never let her go.
***
When morning came, I had a smile on my face. Lena lay on her back with her swollen udders on display and protruding nipples begging to be drained. I slid off the bed to get the lube and wipes from the milking bench.
My sweet HuCow deserved to come from a nice, long ass fuck this morning. Whether she admitted it to herself or not, she enjoyed what we did. She needed to accept her new body. I pulled the blanket off her thighs. Her stumps looked better now, and the metal underpinnings—just before they thickened into her hooves—were spectacular. Sleek. Silver. Functioning.
I spread her thighs to see her tail twitch beneath her. Another few months left and she’d have full control of it. I took my time applying the lubricant. There would be no gentleness this morning.
This is what she needed.
To release her pent-up energy.
Her eyes blinked open as I applied the lube inside her.
I smiled and pushed all three fingers inside her straining asshole. Her eyes widened, but her lips parted.
“Good morning, my sweet. Aren’t you lucky that I’m already here to milk you this morning?”
She wrinkled her nose before mooing at me.
“Attitude like that will only make me fuck you harder,”
I said with a smirk, pulling my fingers out to wipe them down.
I curled my fingers around her milky white breasts, edging them toward her swollen nipples.
“Watch,”
I whispered, then squeezed.
Milk shot from both tits—streams crossing in mid-air.
“Look at your udders, my sweet. My perfect creation. No hands. No feet. Just horns, hooves, and holes. Just the way you’re meant to be.”
Relief from her aching breasts warred with the truth of my words.
“You serve a higher purpose now—me,”
I said, pinching her nipples, vicious and slow until she moaned.
I released them and moved down her body, gripping the metal joint between her stump and hoof. I pushed her legs up, forcing her to stare. She turned her head, eyes clenched shut.
“Don’t look away. I want you to see the beauty in what you’ve become. My masterpiece. My livestock,”
I said, spreading her wide.
Her cunt glistened.
“Your body obeys me before your mind does. That’s progress, my sweet cow.”
She whimpered—but her eyes opened, locked on mine.
“There’s no way back, Lena. Time to accept what you are,”
I said, brushing my thumb over her clit.
“Livestock with one purpose—to serve your Owner.”
I moved my cock down to her wet asshole, circling the head against her tight, puckered hole. Her breath came in short, desperate pants as I kept rubbing her clit.
But I waited.
She knew.
“Moooo. Moo. Moo.”
Her sweet little voice filled the barn.
I pressed the head into her ass. It strained around me, tight and slow, inch by inch. She needed this.
The humiliation.
The painful stretch.
To be owned.
I moved on top of her, leaving my cock in her ass, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed from pleasure and pain.
“Look at me when I fuck your asshole. You’ll look at me and thank me for using your shithole,”
I growled.
Her eyes snapped open as wide as saucers, but I pushed deeper, pulling back before stuffing myself into her harder.
She cried out, nodding as her hole relaxed around me.
“Good little cow,”
I grunted.
She panted beneath me, her ass stretched full around my cock, her body twitching with every slow grind. I didn’t move fast. Just deep. Measured. Cruel. Letting her feel every ridge, every drag. Her clit throbbed under my thumb, swollen and soaked. I circled it mercilessly, watching her hips jerk.
“Too much?”
I asked, knowing damn well it was.
She shook her head, but her thighs trembled.
I felt my balls slap her ass and started to fuck her harder. Her shithole took it all—tight, straining, obscene.
I rubbed harder, faster. Tiny flicks over her clit that made her cry out. Her moans turned to sobs, pleasure slicing through her like punishment.
Her breath hitched. Legs kicked. Her body tried to escape while begging to come.
“You’re going to come like this,”
I said, voice low.
“With your shithole stretched and your cunt untouched. Because I said so.”
I didn’t stop. Kept working her clit, steady and brutal, until her moans broke into ragged gasps. Her face twisted. Eyes fluttered. Her body bucked, legs jerking in wild spasms as she came—her clit twitching under my thumb while her ass milked my cock.
I lost control and slammed into her, each thrust brutal and fast. Her clenching asshole tried to suck me deeper with every stroke. With a roar, I came—hot, thick spurts flooding her guts.
Only then did I slow.
I leaned down, breath hot in her ear.
“See how easy it is? You don’t even need to be fucked properly to come. You’re nothing but a leaking fucktoy.”
She sobbed. Helpless. Shivering.
Then I pulled out—slow, aching—and bent low. I curled my tongue around her nipple and sucked hard. Milk sprayed onto my tongue as her body jolted beneath me.
She was too raw to fight. Too ruined to resist.
I pushed back into her ass and stayed there while I drained her udders.
While I sucked on the creamy goodness and her asshole twitched around me, I had an excellent idea.
She would accept her new existence.
I’d give her no choice.