Page 31 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
A parody of tenderness.
A mockery of humanity.
Chapter 12
Vadik
While I studied how to snap her out of her dissociative state, I also worked on how to subdue her so she could be trained psychologically. She needed to see what I was capable of without incurring any physical injury. Her body still had at least three to four months to heal, even with my advanced post-op care.
I stared into her dazed eyes before releasing her chin, tilting her head so she could see Stumpy. I never uttered his name to him. He’d been erased a long time ago—the Pakhan’s gift to me. I was not loyal to the Bratva as an organisation, but faithful to Adrik Ilyin, the man.
“Now moo for me, sweetness,” I murmured while she stared at Stumpy.
Her lips trembled, and my heart beat a little faster. I held my breath.
“M-M-Moo,” she stammered the word out again. I reached for her taut nipple, teasing the tip before massaging the areola.
“Again,” I snapped, louder.
“Moo. Moo,” she said immediately. I watched her milk spurt out and rubbed it into her nipple.
“Continue until I tell you to stop,” I said, lowering my mouth to suck on her nipple.
She began to speak her new tongue, the tongue of livestock.
I wasn’t gentle. She needed to feel me in her hazy glow. I nuzzled, sucked, and licked, but the real triumph was when I felt her cunt.
She was wet.
I pulled back from her nipple, licking the milk from my lips. Her moos had softened, slurred now with pleasure. My hand slipped down her thigh, slow and reverent.
“So wet,” I murmured.“You like this. Being touched. Being owned.”
She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Her cunt said everything.
I spread her wider, exposing the slick pink folds shaped to perfection. No tremble. No resistance. Just heat and honey.
“Such a good little cow,” I whispered, rubbing two fingers through her slit.“You’re not even ashamed. Your body knows its purpose.”
She whimpered. A high, broken sound. I smiled.
“You came back to me today. Mooed for me. Milked for me. And now you’ll come for me.”
Her eyes fluttered.
I didn’t stop.
Couldn’t.
She was perfect.
My obedient, aroused, milk-slick miracle.
And she was mine.
Forever.
She was so scared she never looked away from Stumpy—even as she came on my fingers like a filthy cow.
