“Only partially,” I answered, knowing that it was impossible to hide the truth from her. She had a powerful way of drawing the complete truth out of anyone she spoke with.
“The whole truth would be that he and Bella both pleasured and disciplined me this morning. I was angry about the punishment, so I didn’t give him an answer when he asked me if I wanted him to breed me.”
“Hmm,” Hamma grunted.
I lowered my head and blushed, ashamed of the way I’d behaved. I’d practically refused the farmer his desire. As a lowly hucow, I should never have done that.
“Good for you!” Hamma slapped the soft curve of her belly and bellowed out her laughter. “Don’t allow those two to steam roll you. You’re a prize hucow – the last of your kind. Never forget it. Don’t allow anyone to just take what they want from you — make them beg you for it.”
“Sarah!” Hamma shouted and motioned for the platinum blonde farm hand to come to her.
“Yes, ma’am?” Sarah raced over and stood at attention in front of the matriarch of the farm.
“Hold the compound gates open. If you see a zombie, quickly let go of the pole,” Hamma instructed in quick staccato bursts. “I don’t care if my son isn’t back. I don’t care if the farmer isn’t back. Don’t let a single zombie inside this compound. Do you understand?”
“Understood, ma’am,” Sarah grabbed the pole lever from me and held it securely in place.
I shook away the tension in my arms and asked Hamma the question that had been at the front of my mind.
“Where’s Bella?”
“She’s inside the main farmhouse’s kitchen, helping to prepare lunch for all of our guests. Everyone on the farm is frightened. A hot meal will do them all good.”
I inhaled my relief.
Hamma snorted then laughed.
“I’ll tell you a secret about your Bella and the farmer. Those two have been conspiring to get you out of that hucow barn and into our marriage bed for over two years. They both care deeply for you, but their motives are strictly selfish. They want to have your delicious body available to be used for their mutual pleasure — each and every night – all night long.”
The crowd parted before her, allowing Hamma to pass easily as she walked toward the main farmhouse. I followed closely, scampering just a few steps behind her.
“Thank you for sharing that secret with me,” I said, bowing my head instinctively.
“If you want to be Flavius’ third wife then be his third wife,” she said matter-of-factly. “But do it because you want to, not out of duty or because you’re playing the part of the pawn in someone else’s chess game.”
Hamma opened the side door to the farmhouse.
“I see the way you stare at Magnus, and I see the longing in his eyes whenever he catches sight of you. You both still desire each other. There’s always been a powerful attraction between you two. If you want to choose him, I’ll support you. If you want to pick us, I’ll support that too.”
A ponyboy in full prancing regalia handed both Hamma and me a large beach towel and a soft white sponge.
“This zombie attack will change our farm forever. We must prepare ourselves for those changes. If you decide to be our farmer’s third wife, it means that a new world full of both privilege and responsibility will open up to you.”
She motioned for me to follow her down a winding staircase.
“If you marry the farmer, you will also marry me. We come as a package deal. Do you know what it will mean to be married to me, girl?”
I shook my head ‘no’. I dare not speak.
“Daisy, I intend to make certain you understand exactly what you’re getting yourself into. You need to know what being my wife entails. Follow me downstairs to our private hot spring pool and shower room. I have much to teach you.”
Chapter 6
Daisy
I don’t know why I was surprised that we didn’t soak in the hot spring pool. But it made sense. This certainly wasn’t the proper time to lounge around in a luxurious spa pool.
Hamma and I simply took a quick shower, cleansing the farm’s dirt off our sore and tired bodies. We remained completely naked, except for our collars, the way all hucows and hupigs do on the farm. Hamma’s metal collar sparkled with bright diamond studded brilliance. Mine clung flush against my skin with its silken fabric swatch decorated with dainty daisies.
“Would you like a piece of candy?” Hamma asked while pointing to an open candy dish just outside the showers.
“Yes ma’am,” I bowed my head as I answered and plucked a hard candy from the dish.
“It’s inappropriate for you to call me ma’am. That’s a servant’s word. You will call me either mama or Hamma. Do you understand?”
“Yes… mama,” I replied.
“Also, stop bowing. A fine heifer like you should never lower your head.”
“Yes ma-mama,” I answered, almost forgetting the instruction to either call her mama or Hamma she’d given me just seconds earlier.
I unwrapped the butterscotch candy and popped it into my mouth. Hungry for something sweet, I started to suck on its delicious hardness.
“Are you aware that every one of our breeding hubulls has genius level intelligence?”
I pocketed my candy in the left corner of my mouth. “Yes, no hubull on the farm has an IQ less than 140,” I responded, happy to have had that piece of trivia stored somewhere in the back of my brain.
“What’s your IQ Daisy?”
“174,” I blushed as I said it.
“Hmmm….I suppose that makes you just as intelligent as any hubull on this farm.”
We strolled toward an elevator at the back of the expansive wet room.
“Actually, it makes me more intelligent than the average hubull on this farm. The average hubull here only has a 161 IQ.” I was blushing again from the realization that my words were true, and from the thrill of pulling another formerly lost piece of information from the back of my mind.
“Hmm,” Hamma snorted. “I’ll remember that.”
***
I don’t know why I was shocked when the elevator doors opened, and we walked into the farmhouse’s main industrial kitchen. Hamma and her prize hupigs performed most of the cooking on the farm. It would make sense that she would have a direct passageway between her private hot spring and the kitchens.
“Oh, Daisy!” Bella practically shouted when she saw me. “My sweet, sweet Daisy. I was so afraid the zombies had taken you.” She was crying. She pulled me close to her chest, wrapping her arms around me tightly.
She squeezed with such force that I was unable to draw breath. After what felt like an eternity without air, I wriggled free of her grip.
“I was worried about you too, Bella,” I finally said, surprised to feel the wetness of my own tears dripping down my cheeks.
“Enough crying,” Hamma interrupted our reunion. “Bella, introduce your best friend to our special guests.”
The huge kitchen was filled with cooking hupigs, but Bella introduced me to the two pregnant women who were standing beside her.
“This gorgeous redhead is Swinea and her ravishing raven-haired companion is Pigletta.”
The two women smiled widely. Too widely. Their teeth shone like brilliant, hypnotic pearls as they each lifted thick-fingered hands and waved to me.
“These two beauties are Magnus’ new wives,” Hamma’s voice lilted high as she spoke.
“Oh,” I felt my face burn hot and redden. “I didn’t know Magnus had wives.”
“He met these two lovely hupigs when some of his junior hubulls and he were making a breeding tour of the famous Sky Mountain farming estates. These two gorgeous creatures are his first wives—” Hamma said flashing her bright teeth in the direction of the two pregnant women.
“He’s looking to marry a third wife before he leaves us to start his own farm,” Bella blurted out, interrupting Hamma.
The two pregnant women’s wide smiles dropped slig
htly at Bella’s statement, but she continued to speak undeterred.
“He’s already purchased the vast acreage in the valley below us. He’s cleared the zombies from the area, erected an electrified gate, and built a small farmhouse compound on his new property—”
“All the man needs before he leaves to begin living on his farm is a third wife,” Hamma hissed.
I’d allowed my eyes to drop down to my feet, but I could hear a low growl sound from the direction of Magnus’ pregnant wives.
“We all know Magnus,” Bella chuckled. “The man never does anything half way. He won’t leave the security of this farm until he has everything prepared for his new life. And the last piece of that puzzle is finding himself a third wife—”
“That’s why I wanted to introduce you two lovely hupigs to our Daisy.”
Hamma’s voice sounded as though her smile was stretched a mile wide as she spoke.
“As I’m sure you both know, Daisy’s a celebrity. She’s the last known hucow. What you may not know is that she’s Magnus’ former favorite lover here on our little farm. If any of our women are to be your husband’s third and final wife, it will be our sweet little hucow Daisy—”
“Oh, oh!” Bella clapped her hands and jumped in place. “We should allow Daisy to have the honor of pleasuring our two special guests!”
I yanked my head upward in time to see the narrowed, angry eyes and tautly stretched lips of the two pregnant hupigs standing in front of me soften. Their new softly smiling facial expressions appeared far more sinister than their previous sharp-eyed, fake-smiled glowers.
“That’s an excellent idea,” Hamma cheered. “Bella tells me that Daisy is an expert at providing females of all sorts with expert oral stimulation.”
The two pregnant hupigs exercised their plump, shapely legs and sped to the back corner of the kitchen. They helped each other sit down on two softly padded leather lined queening stools. Once they were sitting, they rested their backs against the room’s red velvet lined back wall.
“Kneel down, little hucow!” The redhead snorted.
“Crawl over to us!” The black-haired hupig reached up and tweaked one of her hard, dark nipples in her hand as she shouted her order from across the room.
I glanced up at Hamma with pleading eyes.
“Get down on your knees and crawl. It’s what your potential future wives have commanded you to do. Don’t you want to make a good first impression?” she whispered. I averted my gaze to the floor, knowing it was in my best interest to do as Hamma said and obey the two mean-girls’ order.
I dropped down to my knees. My knee joints cracked and the thin skin covering them burned as I crashed down onto the cold cement floor. I played the part of the good hucow, and I flattened my hands to the ground.
I crawled. I dipped my head down, allowing my long wavy brown locks to sweep over the cement floor as I crawled.
“Moo for us!” The hupigs screamed in unison.
“Moooooooo! I bellowed the powerful sound from the depths of my hucow soul as I hung my head low and groveled before the cruel women who might very well become my future wives.
For the first time in years, I was completely alone in my hucowness. For some unknown reason, inside the security of the farmhouse compound, I couldn’t hear the call of the zombie hucow herd inside my mind.
I was all alone within myself. I had only my own inner strength and resolve to guide my thoughts and actions as I crawled my way toward my horrifying potential future fate.
Chapter 7
Daisy
I clenched my eyes shut. Squeezing my eyelids closed and flaring open my nostrils, I released a symphony of coarse-sounding snorts. I couldn’t help it. I was moving so much air in and out of my tiny nostrils that both my throat and nose conspired against me to trumpet out the ridiculous piggish sounds.
“You sound like a pig in heat,” One of the hupigs taunted while laughing at the funny noises I was making.
“I don’t know whether to tell her to moo or squeal,” The other hupig snorted.
“Is she a hucow or a hupig?—”
“Maybe she’s both—”
“Then we’ll use her little body like she’s both—”
“Good idea, lover. You always have the best ideas—”
“Give me a kiss. I want to taste the flavor your sweet lips before we both drink down this famous hucow’s sweet cream.”
The hupig spat out the word famous like it was an insult. She acted like my being a well-known celebrity was something less than wonderful. She made it seem like I was something dirty.
But, I knew she was wrong. There was nothing lowly or dirty about being a famous celebrity. Becoming the last hucow and a celebrated national treasure was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I matter now. I’m important. Important enough to be offered as a gift to Magus’ new wives. I’m a valuable present to his two highborn ladies from the Sky Mountain Estates. Yes. I’m famous. I’m the celebrity hucow with the famous sweet cream that these two aristocratic hupigs want to drink down. They want to use me. They’re eager for me to lick their pussies. Yes. I’m important to them. Well, at least, my lips, tongue, and full creamy tits entice them.
I picture the farmer’s face in my mind in an effort to try and make myself feel better. I don’t know why I think of him to attempt to comfort myself, but I do. Yet, even with his handsome, rugged features blazing before my eyes, I still feel uneasy. I’m nervous and angry about the current predicament I’m in. I’m not too lowly or dirty for them to use. I tell myself. I’m the last hucow. I’m a fine heifer.
This won’t be my first time licking pussy. When I was just another one of the hundred hucows on this farm, I was sometimes used as a gift. As part of the farm’s hospitality program, I was expected to pleasure the rare visiting hucow or human farm visitor. But, I’ve never tasted the clit of anyone as noble as these two highborn young women.
Like Bella said, I know how to pleasure a woman well. Before all the other hucows turned zombie, I used to get down on my knees or sometimes on my back and regularly satisfy each of the hucows in our herd. However, that wasn’t usery or service. It was more of a mutual pleasuring between friends. But, the experience taught me how to lick and suck on a pussy like an expert.
“Moo for us little hucow!” The hupigs broke their kiss to shout out a command and then immediately and loudly went back to kissing each other passionately again.
“Mooooooo!” I moaned, in a deep sultry tone, trying my best to give my two betters what they expected from me.
I’ve never pleasured a hupig before. I’m nervous about it.
Do hupigs use one another hard? Will they bite on my nipples when they drink from them? Will they take the milk from my tits too roughly? Might they damage me?
My nipples burned painfully hot from just the mental image of teeth biting at my tender tits, ripping at my flesh.
I shook my head to clear the horrific image from my mind.
Instead, I mentally reviewed what I do know about hupigs. Bella told me that hupigs squirt. She said they squirt a lot.
How much cum will these two pregnant hupigs give me? Will they gush more now because they’re pregnant? How will I ever be able to endure their taunts? Will I gag and choke on their flowing rivers of cum? How will I ever manage to smile gratefully up at them after they’ve finished taking pleasure in humiliating me?
I slowed my rate of crawling toward the two mean girls, afraid to learn the answers to my questions. But, I know Hamma was right when she said I must make a good first impression. These two women might hold the key to my future happiness or misery. How well I grovel before them and sexually pleasure them now could mean the difference between me being their pampered pet or their whipping girl once we’re married. If we marry.
I should lift my head and smile widely up at them. I should pretend that I want to give them pleasure. It's in my best interest to play the part of a hupig. I should be like them and
seek my personal advantage.
Hupigs gain status through favors. I’m valuable. That means I’m capable of giving favors. I am offering these two noble women something of great worth. Myself. I should take full advantage of my new celebrity status.
Maybe I won't have to become their pampered pet or their whipping girl. Perhaps I will become their equal. A noble wife.
Right now I don't want to. But, I may have to leave my home here on this farm to go live with them and Magnus in the spacious valley below us. I may be destined to become these two mean girls’ third wife.
While I don’t want to marry these hupigs, marrying Magnus sounds like it could be a happy fate for me. After all, my body has always craved his. We could fall into bed and into love easily. It would be a love match for sure.
Have I always been destined to become handsome hubull Magnus’ fourth? Is that why I’ve always felt such an attraction to him?
I’m afraid. There’s so much happening here that I don’t understand.
At first, I thought I was to become the third wife of the farmer, Hamma, and Bella. I was to become their fourth. I figured they wanted me for their own. I thought they loved me. I don’t know what made me believe it. Not one of them has professed their love. But, deep in my heart, I sincerely believed they wanted me for a love match. I suppose it was a false hope. But for a short time I had allowed myself to hope…no dream that they each wanted to make me their pampered wife and lover.
“That’s it, lover!”
“Oooh baby. You make my clit soooo hard.”
I heard the hupigs break their kiss and exchange words of passion and then sloppily begin to kiss again. I imagined they were touching each other. In my mind’s eye, I saw them fondling one another’s tits and running their perfectly manicured fingers over their pregnant swollen belly bumps. I stopped moving forward and gave them time to work each another into a sexual frenzy.
The more aroused they were by the time I got to them, the less time they would have to laugh at me and get off on humiliating me. I wanted them to be just about to cum by the time I finally lifted my tongue to lap at their dripping wet pink cunts.
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