Page 61 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
“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.
