Unprotected Zombie Dairy: A BDSM Menage

by Miranda Cougar

  I see the double gates of the farmhouse compound.

  They are wide open and both farm hands and human farm animals are racing inside them.

  We’re almost there.

  My squealing hupig companion and I are almost safe.

  I wish I knew if the farmer was going to be safe too.

  I wish I hadn’t tortured him by fibbing about my desire to be bred.

  I wish I’d told the farmer ‘yes’ the first time he’d asked me if I wanted to bear his child.

  I wish I’d flung my arms around his neck and planted kisses on his cheeks and said to him ‘Yes, I want you to breed me. I not only want you to breed me, I want you to love me. And I want to love you too.’

  The farmer was legally allowed to have three wives. He only now had two. Hamma and Bella. I could still be number three. There was still room for one more woman in that big round bed of theirs – the one Bella was always making me jealous by bragging about.

  Speaking of Bella, where is Bella?

  God, I hope she’s safe inside the farmhouse compound.

  She should be.

  It’s the right time of day for her to be inside the farmhouse completing her wifely duties.

  Chapter 5

  Daisy

  “What happened?” Hamma screamed while pressing her full body weight against the heavy lever that was keeping the compound’s gates from crashing shut.

  She was shouting her question at no one in particular. She was simply questioning everyone in the rushing crowd at once, clearly hoping that someone, anyone knew the answer to her question.

  “Someone cut the power to the electric fence,” Sarah, a platinum blonde with short spiky hair who also happened to be one of the senior farm hands shouted out her response. She was leading a harnessed team of ponyboys. The eight-horse team pulled behind them a wagon full of injured hupigs, ponyboys, and hubulls into the compound gates.

  “Then there was a series of explosions,” a young male hubull with a shiny steel waist harness who I didn’t recognize added another piece of information.

  “The saboteurs disabled the backup power generators, all three of them,” Magnus, the head hubull shouted. The large, powerfully built honey-skinned bull was carrying two younger injured hubulls draped over his shoulders as he ran through the compound’s open gates. His copper neck, wrist, and ankle collars shone brightly in the mid-morning sunlight as he raced over to deposit the two groaning men he was carrying at the makeshift open-air hospital to the left of the gate.

  My pussy clenched the way it always did whenever I saw him. Even after these two long years, the man still had the chiseled physique of a sex-god. Don’t get me wrong, he was a young and virile man. At only twenty-nine, he was the same age as the farmer. It was only that I hadn’t had the pleasure of touching his hard muscles or riding his massive cock in over two years. The day I became the last known hucow in the country, the farmer issued a farm-wide order declaring my body off limits. No man was allowed to touch me, not even the head hubull Magnus.

  The young hubull with the shiny steel waist harness ran up behind me and my young hupig companion. He grabbed both her and me around the waist. “Let me help you ladies navigate the crowd. I wouldn’t want either of you to be trampled.”

  “Hands off the hucow, Decimus!” Magnus shouted to the young hubull touching me. “She belongs to the farmer. She’s to be Flavius’ third wife.”

  The young hubull yanked his hand away from my waist as if he’d been burned then picked up the young hupig and carried her through the crowd to safety.

  “Come over here, Daisy!” Hamma shouted to me, her voice sharp and distinctive amidst the loud roar of the rushing crowd.

  I fought my way through the onrush of people to where Hamma and Magnus were standing.

  “Where is Flavius?” Magnus questioned.

  “Uh, uh,” I stuttered. “I’m not sure. A group of zombies attacked him half-a-mile back.”

  Magnus turned toward Hamma. “I’m leaving to find him, mama. I hope I can reach him in time. If I hurry, maybe I can rescue him before the zombies steal too many years from him.”

  “Yes, search for him, but don’t risk yourself. Stay safe son.”

  Magnus tipped his head and Hamma tilted her chin up to kiss his smooth forehead. He wrapped his powerful arms around her strong shoulders, hugging her tightly before rushing through the compound’s gates in search of his best friend, the man who was apparently destined to be my future husband.

  “Please, hold this gate lever open. I’ve been holding onto it for so long I can no longer feel my arms,” Hamma begged with weary eyes.

  “Of course, of course,” I ran to her side, feeling foolish for not offering to hold the lever for her when I first saw her struggling with it.

  Carefully I grabbed onto the tall, thick, ratcheted metal pole, and slowly she released it. At first, my entire body lurched forward, but I leaned back with my full body weight and soon I was holding the lever securely in place.

  “If you see a zombie, quickly let go of the pole,” Hamma instructed. “The compound gates will slam shut and electrify, protecting everyone inside from the invading zombie horde.”

  As I stood clutching the metal pole, I watched as Hamma sat down on the iron bench next to me. She swept her shoulder-length silver and black coiled curls away from the caramel colored oval of her face and used her hands to fan away the beads of sweat gathering at her temples. She was fifty-two years old, but looked closer to thirty-five, blessed as she was to have smooth, wrinkle-free skin.

  “I suppose you heard what Magnus said about you becoming Flavius’ third wife,” Hamma told me in her motherly tone while shaking out her arms and clenching and unclenching her hands.

  “Yes,” I muttered then quickly cleared my throat. “Yes, I heard him,” I said projecting my voice this time.

  “Did he propose to you yet?”

  “No, no he didn’t.” I paused then elaborated on my answer. “He just told me that he wanted to breed me…after he and Bella pleasured me during my milking.”

  “Pleasured?” Hamma growled. “Are you being completely honest with me?”

  “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 slightly 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.