Page 75 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
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.
