Page 22 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Lena

He was right. I was trying to open up for him. I needed him inside me—anywhere. I pushed back, aching for the stretch, craving the burn as he split me open. But he pulled away with a low chuckle.

“Yeah? You need me to fuck your dirty little shithole?”

I nodded at the mirror.

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

he murmured, brushing the tip across my asshole, slow and teasing.

“Mooooo,” I cried.

My udders ached—swollen, leaking, soaking the pillows while my asshole fluttered for him.

He didn’t say a word. Just pressed the thick head of his cock against my twitching hole and began to push. Slow. Excruciating. I whimpered, the stretch unbearable—delicious—every nerve ending screaming.

“Shhh,”

he murmured.

“You want this.”

I nodded, staring at him in the mirror, tears prickling as he forced his way deeper. Inch by inch. Unforgiving.

His hands slid forward. He gripped my udders roughly—no tenderness, just ownership. His fingers sank into the heavy swell, forcing them up. Then—

Spurt.

Milk sprayed across the mirror. White streaks marking the glass as I moaned.

He did it again. Harder. Both hands squeezing, pressing, wringing more from me like I was nothing but a swollen animal.

“Look at that,”

he said, voice husky, cruel.

“Perfect fucking livestock. Milk on the mirrors and my cock in your ass.”

I sobbed. Not from pain. From overwhelming, degrading need.

“Hush, let me use you, my sweet,”

he whispered.

I nodded.

Please.

“Moo. Moo.”

He pinched my nipples again and again. Milk spurted over his fingers—on the mirrors.

“Oh yeah. Hot milk and a hot asshole.”

He nudged forward and I opened for him, panting.

“Good little ass slut. Keep that hole open for me,”

he said, tugging my udders, pinching and pulling until milk sprayed again as he pushed deeper.

He grunted and slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one savage thrust.

My scream shattered the air. Raw. Shocked. Euphoric.

He gripped my udders like handles, squeezing tight. Milk burst from me again, streaking the mirror. My eyes rolled, tears spilling. My thighs shook. My tail thrashed.

“Fuck!”

I wailed, guttural.

“Too much—too—too—”

He twisted my nipples like taps. More milk flowed. His cock ground deeper. My belly clenched. My mind cracked.

Pleasure bit like pain. Pain like bliss.

“You take it so well, filthy cow,”

he growled.

“This is what you were made for. Big leaking tits and a perfect fuckhole to break.”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My mouth hung open. Drool slid down my chin as he rocked into me—slow, punishing—forcing every inch inside until my body gave up the fight and gave in.

My udders were burning. Stretched. Sore.

My ass—full. Throbbing.

My cunt—untouched. Soaking my thighs.

He jerked my breasts upward again, spraying milk as he shoved in harder.

I screamed. I moaned. I sobbed.

And I didn’t want it to stop.

He shoved my face into the milk-sodden pillows and rose behind me, gripping my ass cheeks. I relaxed, waiting—

I screamed again. My brain couldn’t catch up.

His cock slammed back and forth like a machine, his heavy balls smacking my empty pussy with every thrust.

I was in heaven. I was in hell.

Neither mattered as I held my hole open for him.

To use.

Yes.

Slam.

Smack.

Pain.

So fucking good.

He sawed into me, filling me up so good. I clenched around him, the tension unbearable.

Harder. Faster. Until my belly hurt—but I begged for more.

Everything went white.

I came, sobbing his name.

“Owneeer.”

The shrill voice couldn’t be mine.

I clamped down hard, but he pushed through, his cock jerking as my rapid contractions milked his seed.

I could breathe again.

My breath hit the pillows, hot and laboured. His cock still twitched as the last of his come filled me.

The barn was silent.

“Who said you could talk?”

His cold words made my eyes snap open.

Did I?

Oh god. I did.

“Moo. Moo. Moo.”

“A little late for that now, my naughty cow.”

I felt him ease out of me, but when his come dripped out I felt him collect it.

“Turn around and eat my come,”

he snapped.

I groaned at my aching muscles but turned around.

I glanced at his face, but it didn't budge.

Thick white dollops of come sat on the tip of his cock.

I took a deep breath and began to lick, hoping he might give me some more chocolate cake as a reward if I did a good job. I sucked him in my mouth, tasting us both. It wasn't as disgusting as I’d imagined.

That was a worrying thought.

***

He came back within minutes, still only wearing his black trousers. He had a small black strap in his hand, but my jaw fell open when I saw the attachment.

“Moo!”

I panicked.

“Would you rather spend a few nights with Stumpy?”

he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I whined and eyed the size of the dick attached to the black restraint.

Why couldn’t he come up with a normal punishment?

What was I thinking?

Why did I need to be punished?

My cake almost came back up at the wheezing sounds Stumpy made. I sullenly pointed at the plastic dick.

“Good choice,”

he said, voice dry and smug.

“It’s only for an hour while I suck you dry,”

he added, and I relaxed.

“But this is the only cock you get until you can last five hours. Each day, I’ll increase it by an hour.”

It was a fraction of his length, but still looked far too long for my mouth.

“It’s only ten centimetres,”

he said, bringing it to my lips.

I half-heartedly opened my mouth.

There was no easing in. He shoved it down my throat, fastening it while I gagged and choked with it pressing past my tonsils. I kept choking until I managed to breathe through my nose and swallow. My eyes watered, and drool began to pool in my mouth.

One whole hour?

Wait—five days without cock?

I glanced at his hand. He held a tiny set of keys.

It was locked in place.

I should’ve chosen Stumpy.