Page 24 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Lena

I swallowed when his cock sprang out. It made the dildo dick look tiny. I moved onto my hooves, flinching at the reminder of my missing hands. After a deep breath—trying not to shudder—I opened my mouth to lick him. The feeling of loss remained. He usually mounted me on the milking bench or the bed. This was the first time I’d attempt a blowjob without my hands.

I moved closer, mouth open, tongue out like a good little pet. But everything inside me felt wrong. I couldn’t hold him. Couldn’t wrap my fingers around his length, guide him in, feel the weight. I blinked hard, but the sting in my eyes didn’t leave.

I tried. God, I tried.

But tear after tear rolled down my face. The need inside me forgotten.

His fingers slipped under my chin, lifting my head. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I kept my eyes closed as more hot tears slid free.

He didn't say anything.

He didn't order me to continue.

His fingers fell away from my face.

My head dipped down.

He thinks he made me beautiful. The mirrors made me think I was, but the fact was that I would never use my hands again. I could never stand up on my feet again.

I moved back on the bed, lying on my side, curling what remained of my limbs into me as the slow tears became soft sobs.

I covered my face with my mutilated stumps—trying to hide myself. It was stupid really. I couldn't ever hide from him.

I felt the heat of his chest rest on my back. There was only silence. He let me weep but the bastard put his arm around me. It only made me cry harder.

I eventually cried myself to sleep. A pitiful dreamless sleep of a thing that once used to be a human.

***

When I woke up, he was gone. The ache in my breasts reminded me of what he’d made me.

Livestock. An animal.

A cow to be milked.

Or fucked.

I shuffled off the warm bed and walked to the water fountain, pushing the round button. Cold water splashed over my face. I should have been grateful he didn’t threaten me or force me to continue, but I was fresh out of gratitude. My mind flickered to Stumpy before I tilted my head and drank.

I knew what Dr. Novikov was capable of. The way he zoned out sometimes. Always calm. Always in control. That made him worse. What would he do if he snapped? What would he do to me? He didn’t treat me like a treasured pet. I was just an extension of his surgical talent. A monument to his ego.

I closed my eyes as memories of all the sex came rushing back—every fuck, every groan, every high. He always made me feel good. I thought I could live like this. Ignore it all. Just pretend. Stay silent.

But I was wrong. I’m weak.

An ordinary teacher.

Or I was.

I dragged my hooves back to the bed. Sliding them along the floor, listening to the metal scrape over the wood. This was how I’d always walk now. When I reached the bed, I flopped down onto the edge and stared at the metal cylinders of the milking machine.

What kind of sick person would dream all this up—let alone carry it out?

Would I die alone in this room?

If he died, I’d die with him.

No one to feed me. No one to milk me.

I sighed. These thoughts weren’t new. I’d forced them out before. Buried them.

I didn’t want to end up like Stumpy—just a head and torso, breathing but already dead.

Maybe he’d be merciful and kill me?

I thought of the coldness in his eyes and shivered.

No. He’d never give me an easy way out.

The only time there was any softness to him was after he came.

I guess sex made us all vulnerable in our own way.

Even monsters like him.

I wished that I wasn't aware. It felt good being on the painkillers before. My mind had been hazy, not this pickled mess. I lifted my arm and looked at the cold polished silver attached to the black and white hooves.

It never occurred to me in all this, but what did he do with my remains?

Toss them? Burn them?

Fuck, I wouldn't put it past him to eat them.

The dull ache in my breasts grew. I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine I was whole again—back in my apartment. That this was just a nightmare I’d wake up from.

My reality was a shitshow, and I needed an escape.

***

I didn’t hear him come in. I never did. One moment, I was alone, and the next, I felt his presence—the low hum in the air that always came before his touch.

My eyes opened, but I didn’t move. My hooves stayed tucked beneath me, limbs folded like some discarded doll. I didn’t have the strength to perform today. Not even for him.

The floor creaked once. Twice. Then silence.

He said nothing.

I kept staring at the milking machine. Cold metal. Tubes. The kind of horror that should’ve belonged in some industrial facility, not a bedroom.

Then he was beside me.

His hands slid beneath my arms—what was left of them—and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. I let him. My body didn’t fight. Not even a flinch.

He carried me across the room, each step steady, practised. He never hesitated. That was the worst part. No hesitation. No question. As if this were routine.

And I guess it was.

The cold leather of the milking bench pressed against my stomach as he laid me down. He adjusted my position with clinical care. My back arched slightly. My udders hung over the edge. The bench straps brushed against my hips, but he didn’t use them. Not today.

Still, no words.

His gloved fingers brushed my side, then wrapped beneath me. He cupped one of my aching breasts—no, my udders—and guided it into the suction tube. Then the next. A hiss of pressure, and the whirring began.

I closed my eyes as the machine took over, tugging rhythmically. Not painful. Not pleasant. Just… mechanical.

His hand lingered at my flank. I felt it hover there, heat radiating. He didn’t speak. There were no teasing touches, no mounting me while the suction cups tugged on my nipples. He simply stood behind me, watching.

The tension stretched between us like a wire drawn tight.

My throat burned. My eyes stung. But I didn’t cry. Not this time.

Milk filled the tubes. I heard it.

He watched it.

We said nothing.

But in the silence, I felt everything.