Page 36 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Lena

He pulled out without warning and flipped me onto my belly, and blanketed my back with his damp, heavy body. I moaned when I felt his cock slide between my slick folds again. My hips lifted on instinct, offering, begging. He kept count of every time I came—but I’d stopped counting. I was lost in a fevered haze of need. Mind broken. Body open. All I wanted was more.

My aching nipples were crushed flat against the waterproof sheet. He’d sucked them raw.

“You see? This greedy little fuckhole still needs more,”

he said, feeding me his cock again.

I mooed for him.

“One last time, give it to me one last time. Cream all over my cock,”

he growled as he started to move behind me.

He slammed into me so hard my clit kept grazing the soaked sheet beneath us.

“Yeah—oh, this hole is mine,”

he growled, pounding deeper.

Each thrust forced another drag of friction. Each slap of his hips sent sparks through me.

Until I felt it—another orgasm building like a scream in my blood.

“Oooh, no—I need to pee,”

I squealed, too far gone to care I was speaking.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked me harder.

“Piss yourself. I’m not stopping.”

I tried to clench down, but I made it worse—the need to come and pee.

His body dropped harder, pressing on my bladder.

Again and again, those vicious, raining thrusts didn’t stop.

My clit, belly, and pussy were being tormented. I scraped my hooves against the bed and howled as I lost control.

My mind went blank as I came—exhausted, wet—and as the pleasure ripped through me, my bladder gave in.

His groan followed as his thrusts slowed. He came inside me.

Milk, piss, come, and sweat… I doubted the plastic sheet would contain it all.

But that wasn’t my problem. I rested my flushed cheek on the pillow while his chest pressed over my back.

“I think you pissed yourself,”

he said with a chortle.

“My filthy little fuckcow.”

I snorted. No kidding.

***

My pussy tingled all night and from the moment my eyes opened this morning. I sat by the door, waiting. I was sore, but each time I moved on the bed or walked to the toilet, I thought of him, towering over me.

I shivered.

Somewhere deep in my soul, I knew it was all wrong, but here I was, a pet cow in my barn, ready to moo for my Owner.

All I wanted to do was survive and glean some happiness along the way.

Isn't that what life is? The pursuit of contentment?

The doorknob turned.

I smiled.

His grey eyes held warmth—laced with chaos.

I lowered my head and mooed for him, soft and sweet.

***

My breathing felt odd, and I wondered what he’d injected me with.

The speculum spread me open, and I felt a tiny scrape inside of me.

“I need to ensure that you are healthy, inside and out. I didn’t want you to move, so I gave you a touch of Rocuronium. This way you can feel everything, but you’ll hold perfectly still for me,”

he said, stroking my inner thigh with his gloved hand.

I couldn’t blink, let alone move.

“Seeing your breeding hole spread out like this makes me wonder if I could fit my fist in there.”

I lay frozen but listening.

A fist?

“Gloves, lubricant and a good fisting to make you squirt,”

he continued.

His words made me envision it all, and I saw the appeal. He would start gently, but he always turned vicious, and that was when I’d come the hardest.

“Hmm. We can leave that for another day. I want you to be fully functioning for that,”

he said as I felt the speculum retract.

“Although your asshole will be nice and relaxed right now.”

The speculum slid out, and I heard the gloves come off.

“Let’s get your shithole creamed before the effects wear off. I only gave you a small dose.”

Since my pussy was rubbed raw, I decided that it was a good idea—not that I had a choice.

He picked me up and carried me back to the barn. He placed me on the bed, and I saw pillows being moved. He rolled me onto them with my ass high in the air. I heard the metal table being wheeled in. No matter how tender or paralysed my pussy was, I felt the familiar need creeping inside of me.

Gloves snapped.

My cheeks were parted, and a nozzle was inserted into my ass.

“I’m just testing out a new lubricant,”

he murmured, stroking my tail.

“A more natural and healthy substance.”

The cold liquid filled my insides.

“One with aphrodisiac effects.”

What?!

“You’ll need more, but you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”

I was presuming that was a rhetorical question.

Something else was wheeled in, and he moved me to the side, sticking some pads on my chest.

“I’ll check your vitals—and confirm how much you love taking my cock up your asshole. It’s all in the name of science, of course,”

he said with a chuckle, then slapped my ass.

I didn’t need to be paralysed to know my pussy was wet.

He loved carrying out various procedures on me. His version of foreplay was sticking a thermometer up my ass during his daily ‘health checks.’

The man loved torturing me.