Page 27 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Vadik

I slid the glass-lined dick gag into his mouth, smiling when his mouth filled up with blood and drooled down his chin. His eyes were bulging out and his muffled scream was sublime. With a sigh, I fastened the gag behind his head, listening to him choke, imagining his throat convulsing only to be sliced up some more.

I removed one glove and held out my hand. Viktor slapped my money into it. That would teach him to bet against me. I flicked through the bundle of cash.

“It’s all there for fuck’s sake. You're the last fucking psycho that I’d want to shortchange,”

he grumbled before slapping Daniil’s cheek.

It was good being back at work, but I was unable to stop watching Lena. The medication was working, albeit slowly. The changes I wanted in her mind were permanent. I wanted her complete submission, nothing else would do. My work was where I could vent out my frustrations.

“I don't know how you can be this creative after so many years,”

he said taking his phone out to take a picture of Daniil.

An unfortunate ex-member of the Bratva who betrayed the Pakhan.

“Can’t you hear him gurgling on his blood? His tongue betrayed the Pakhan. That was the first to go. Acid’s too fast. This one deserves a slow, lingering death,”

I said, tucking my money away.

I started with Mikhail, then Yuri, but once I had them in my grip, I turned to the asylum staff members who’d mocked me. Drugged me up and strapped me down just for their sick pleasure—the ones who’d taunted the broken and weak.

“Hmm, won't he drown in his own blood?”

“Not unless you pinch his nose, give it a try,”

I said with a smirk.

“No, there’s something weird about a dick in his mouth.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I didn't know you were such a prude.”

Viktor’s phone vibrated. Again.

He sighed and tapped the screen mid-gurgle as Daniil struggled against his straps.

Then froze.

The panting started low. Wet, breathy. The unmistakable sound of a woman moaning softly.

“She’s fucking herself,”

he muttered, more to himself than me.

He didn’t blink, eyes locked to the screen

“I’ve got to go. I will be back in an hour,”

he said, rushing out of the room while staring at his phone.

The door banged behind him.

My jaw clenched. He was going to fuck his pet.

How did a bumbling oaf like him manage to train one?

I peeled off my other glove and unlocked my phone.

I needed to see mine.

***

I checked my shirt for any stray blood spatter before fixing my collar. Eighteen days since I’d fucked my little HuCow, and she was breaking down nicely. The colder I was toward her, the more submissive she became. Before checking my phone, I smoothed my hair to the side and dabbed on a touch of cologne.

She sat on her ass in front of the door like a good little cow waiting for her Owner.

I smiled and slipped my phone into my pocket.

When I exited the bathroom and glanced around my bare bedroom. I didn't need much to live on, but I liked to splurge on my pet. I’d accrued many items that I wanted to test on her. When she did submit, her little holes were going to be rubbed raw.

I rushed down the stairs, slipped on my shoes, tying the laces into perfectly even knots before going through the connecting door to the barn. As I passed the trapdoor, I almost paused at the thought of Stumpy. He was nearly forgotten in my pursuit of breaking Lena.

I frowned when I reached Lena’s door. I thought of my perfect cow sitting behind the door, waiting for me, and decided she took precedence over my revenge for Stumpy. I chuckled thinking of his cockless, limbless body. I might try poking some needles in his eye. He only needed one, and I’d enjoyed putting a knitting needle into his dick. I was past caring if he died or not.

I turned the knob and there it was.

As clear as day.

Deference and hope in her bright blue eyes.

I ignored her and went to her trough, changing the lining before dumping her food in it before placing her medicated cherry drink in the cuphole. When I stood up she stood at the milking station.

I took my time and slowly walked behind her, feeling the tension in the air. Hooves scraped on the floor and I saw her clench her thighs together. I swallowed when her tail twitched. The nerve endings were fully aligned and functioning. It sat perfectly between her milky globes of flesh.

I ground my molars together and leaned over her, reaching for her leaking nipple. Once the suction cup was on, I twisted the mechanism to watch it tighten around her fat nipple before doing the same to the other one. I hit the button and turned away before I lost control.

She would come to me, moo sweetly by my feet, before I gave in.

I pulled my phone out and checked her daily medication levels. It was time to start lowering the quantities. Her grooming was due on the weekend. The machine pumped and the milk squirted out. I glanced over and smothered a smile when I saw her eyes on me.

Yes, not long left.

***

I reached for my phone with a yawn while mentally calculating the sets I needed to do in the gym this morning. I flicked to Lena’s feed, and a slow smile spread across my face when I saw the pillow stuffed between her thighs. It would be nice to see her try to get off against the pillow, humping it like a needy little whore.

I reached beneath the waistband of my shorts.

Because I was no better.

***

“Not like that,”

I snapped, grabbing the scalpel from his fat, useless sausage fingers.

“God, Vadik. You're getting regular pussy now, why are you still so angry?”

Viktor groaned.

“Think of it as peeling a grape. The scalpel needs to slide through the skin smoothly, not like a fucking hacksaw,”

I said, making smooth incisions until the skin came away from the rib bones.

He leaned in and watched as I continued to slice through the skin. It was Daniil’s last day today, but then we would move on to the culprits to whom he fed the information. I enjoyed decapitation. The heads would be returned to the opposing faction—a message from the Pakhan.

“Get your fingers in there and you’ll see his skin will open like a pair of curtains now,”

I said, placing the scalpel on the table.

The glass-lined dick helped keep him silent. His eyes were practically dead. There was only the odd muscle twitch or grunt.

“I miss the days when it was a bullet to the head,”

Viktor said as he stripped back the skin.

“You wouldn't be here with me if you thought that,”

I said, shaking my head at his constant need for dramatics.

“True. This is a fun way to relax.”

I exhaled deeply through my nose.

I knew how I wanted to relax, and here I was, twenty-three days later, still waiting for my pet to surrender.

Stubborn little cow.

I’d make her pay.

Eventually.