Page 34 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Lena

When I shifted to my side, I could see the V branded into my flesh. I didn’t know what he’d used on me afterwards, but the pain hadn’t lasted once he applied the cream. It looked pretty now—pink and raised between my hip and ass. I winced when I saw my nipples leaking onto the floor.

Where was he this morning?

My nipples dripped with need, and my thighs stayed slick from the night before. He’d fucked my ass until I cried, but never once let me come from the place I needed it most.

My pussy ached with a hunger he refused to feed. Branded. Milked. Fucked in the ass. But still, he wouldn’t take me there.

Maybe I hadn’t earned it yet. Maybe he was saving it for something worse.

I curled tighter, pressing my thighs together. It didn’t help.

He’d come back. He always did.

And when he did, he’d make sure I screamed.

***

I trotted to the door when I heard his faint humming. If he was happy, it could work both ways for me—torture or pleasure. The door opened, and the humming continued. He didn’t seem tense. His face was relaxed, and the tension left my body.

“Moo. Moo,”

I said, trying to appease him.

I paused when I saw the small black bag in his hand. It looked harmless enough, but all his twisted medical and sexual procedures began that way. How he was able to work in medicine still confounded me.

He set the bag down, and I noticed a square white cellophane-wrapped package. I trotted after him to get my teeth brushed, and once he dried my face, I waited for him beside the milking station while he filled up my trough. It was the same routine every single morning.

His shoes clicked against the wood until he stood behind me. His large, warm hands cupped my breasts, and I closed my eyes, clenching my thighs together. He held them like he was weighing their contents.

“It feels like a good yield this morning,”

he murmured, reaching for the suction cups.

There was no bar around my neck locking me in.

But that also meant no sex this morning.

“Moo,”

I said, a little sadly. He didn’t answer.

This wasn’t the day for my pussy to get some relief.

The machine came to life and began to drain me. I watched him in the mirror. He opened the white package. It was a bed sheet, but he didn’t remove the old one.

He covered it with the new one.

I closed my eyes and hoped my good behaviour would pay off.

When my udders were drained, he removed the suction cups and gave my nipples a slow, deliberate massage.

“Lie on your bed. Face down,”

he said, giving me a final rub before releasing me.

I smiled and followed his instructions—until I felt the sheets. They weren’t the soft, brushed cotton but a cold, waterproof plastic cover.

Maybe it was because of my squirting.

I got into position and lay down.

It couldn’t be more cream in my ass. Not like last week. I glanced back, but the wheeled metal table wasn’t in the barn.

My Owner was rummaging through the bag. I lay my cheek on the soft pillow and waited.

The bed dipped, and he spread my thighs. I tucked my hooves under the pillow, waiting, breath held.

“I’m going to test your little breeding holes today,”

he said. Something pressed against my ass.

I lifted my head to watch him in the mirror. He began to push it in. He was still fully dressed—black sweater, matching trousers. Calm. In control.

Whatever he pushed inside me was much smaller than his cock.

Then I gasped. Something smooth and round slipped into my pussy. It slid in easily—I was soaked.

He probably hadn’t even needed lube.

“You’re not to come,” he said.

Then both objects began to vibrate.

He turned me onto my back as I began to writhe on the bed. He was a devil. So evil—

“Mooo,”

I cried when he increased the speed.

I just needed a little rub and I’d be there. So close—

Then he switched them off.

My pussy clenched around the thing inside me.

So close.

“Eat,”

he said, tucking the covers around me like he hadn’t just broken my brain.

“I’ll keep an eye on you. I’ll turn them on whenever I want.”

He smiled, crooked and cruel.

“Don’t worry if you piss the bed.”

With that, he left the room.

Thus began my torture.

***

I lay there sweating. The bed cover stuck to my skin, and the plastic crinkled with every twitch.

He said he’d be watching.

He hadn’t said where from.

Not a single camera in the barn had ever been visible to me, but I knew him well enough now. There’d be one. Maybe more.

He was watching.

The vibrators clicked on without warning.

I jolted.

“Moo—”

No one answered.

They stayed on longer this time. Buzzing hard against my swollen clit and pulsing deep inside my pussy. I bit the pillow. Rocked my hips. Cried through my teeth. My body begged for release, grinding into the sheet even though I knew better.

Then—off.

A sob escaped me. I rolled my hips, trying to press them deeper, to find friction.

Still nothing.

Then—on.

I cried out, my thighs slick with heat and milk and shame. My body twitched with every pulse. I clawed the pillow. Bit it. Cried harder when it stopped again.

This time the ache lingered deep in my belly.

My body trembled. Sweat beaded along my back. My clit throbbed with every breath.

He didn’t come back.

But the vibrators did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I begged the room. Begged the ceiling. Begged my fucking udders to shut up as they began to leak again.

“Moo. Please,”

I whimpered.

No answer. Just that cruel, rhythmic buzzing.

He hadn’t even fucked me.

He didn’t need to.

He’d left me like this.

Dripping.

Helpless.

Watched.

And still…

I didn’t dare come.