Unprotected Zombie Dairy: A BDSM Menage

by Miranda Cougar

  “Please make me cum, Daisy,” the brat standing in the bathtub begged once more in a desperate and pleading voice. The sweetness of her urgent pleas grabbed my attention.

  She said the magic word. Daisy. She said my name. I love it when people say my name. The beautiful young hupig spoke it, so I’m her willing slave. She gets whatever pleasure she desires.

  I rushed forward and hopped inside the spacious clawfoot tub, standing directly in front of the beautiful Swinea.

  “I promise baby girl. I promise to make you cum.” I gently swiped my fingertips down the plump curve of her cheek. “Tell mama what you need. How can mama make you come all over her face?”

  I smiled eagerly at her, letting her know my desire to please her was sincere.

  “Do you think I’m pretty?” the young girl lowered her eyes to my breasts and licked her lips.

  “You’re a rare beauty, baby girl,” I answered her question truthfully.

  Her gaze stayed focused on my nipples, and I felt beads of fresh milk push their way out and dribble down my tits. This was the third time today my tits were full and ready to be milked. I’ve never produced so much milk in my entire life. I suspect that somehow the pregnant hupig standing in front of me is responsible for my new bountiful production of delicious sweet cream.

  “Would you like a taste of mother’s milk?” I bit my lip then nodded my head, providing my baby girl with the correct answer.

  She didn’t answer me with words. Instead, she parted her lips and latched onto one breast. She stuck her tongue out and swiped it across the underside of my nipple. Then she sucked. Wave after wave of pleasure massaged its way through my breast as my milk let down and flowed into the warm suction of my baby girl’s mouth.

  She cooed into my breast. The tenderness of her mewling made my clit ache with need.

  She swiped her tongue beneath my nipple and gently pulled the milk from my breast until she drank me dry. She moaned into me and my chest warmed from the sweet pleasure of her breath blowing over my sensitive skin.

  Then unexpectedly she hurt me. Her sucking grew rough, and she tugged violently at my oversensitive nipple.

  “That hurts!” I cried out.

  Any reasonable person would have suckled more gently when they heard me cry out in pain. But Swinea didn’t behave like a reasonable person. Instead, she yanked my tit harder and then bit down cruelly on the base of my nipple.

  The agony electrifying my breast was so intense I feared I would pass out.

  “Please stop hurting me,” I pleaded with the biter.

  I was beginning to hate the little brat again. But, I’d promised to make her cum, so I allowed her to continue suckling at my breast.

  “Drink from me gently, sweetheart,” I begged.

  Swinea released my nipple from her lips and looked up at me with a gaped open milky mouth and big, confused eyes.

  “Why are you admonishing me to be gentle?” she questioned. “My mother taught me that hucows love to be milked roughly. I’m merely giving you what every hucow craves. I’m gifting you a vigorous milking. Isn’t that what you want? Aren’t I making you happy?”

  Suddenly, her every cruel treatment of my body made sense. She thought she was pleasing me. Swinea wasn’t an inherently mean girl. She had just been taught wrong. She didn’t deserve my hate. What she needed was my gentle guidance.

  I grabbed my other full tit in hand and presented it to her. “Here, baby girl, mama wants you to drink from her tit. She wants you to drink from her tit so much.”

  I swept the fingers of my free hand down the soft curve of her beautiful cheek to show her I was sincere.

  “Mama wants you to drink her milk down gently. She wants to feel your sweetness when you suckle at her breast.”

  Slowly, I slid my hand from the soft curve of her cheek down to the pointed tip of her chin. Gripping her chin between my fingertips, I tilted her head up to face mine more directly.

  “Do you understand me?” I questioned, before allowing her to latch onto my other nipple.

  “Yes mama,” she nodded, pushing down my fingers. “You want your baby girl to suckle gently. I’ll drink from you so sweetly, mama. I’ll be a good girl. You’ll see.”

  Eagerly, she wrapped her lips around my sore and aching tit. But, this time, she didn’t hurt me. She softly wiggled her tongue against the underside of my nipple, massaging pleasure into my raw flesh.

  She suckled kindly, gently pulling my milk into the soft heat of her mouth. Her tender, rhythmic kneading of the much-abused flesh of my other breast, sent pleasure radiating down to my clit. I climaxed again, from the gentle pleasure of having my breast emptied so sweetly.

  Her belly full of my milk, she allowed my emptied breast to fall from her lips. Desperate for a taste of her delicious cream, I dropped to my knees. Hungrily, I spread apart the fleshy folds of her pussy lips with my fingers. With the musky scent of her arousal inspiring me, I tilted my chin upward and eagerly licked her slit from the center of her hot hole up all the way up to the hood of her clit.

  “Mmm…you taste delicious, beautiful,” I moaned into her pussy lips while continuing to lap up her delicious juices. She was dripping wet and panting with her excitement. Her hips swiveled front to back uncontrollably with her excitement. Happy to be pleasing her, I wiggled my tongue sideways through her ruffled folds then sucked the juice from her sex. She giggled at the sensation.

  “That’s it beautiful, laugh for mama,” I encouraged her between licks. “Give mama more of your sweetness. Mama wants more.”

  She was sopping wet now, and her arousal poured out of her like a flowing river. I gripped her thick thighs, and her muscles trembled beneath my touch. I could feel she was close to climaxing, and I wanted to push her over the edge into ecstasy. I wanted to make her cum all over my face.

  Curling in the thin line of my lips, I wrapped my mouth around her clit and sucked on her hard little nub. With constant suction, I stimulated her clit while leaning my nose forward and nuzzling it into the mane of wavy red hairs decorating her mound.

  “That tickles,” she squealed, and I knew I had her. She was about to come for me.

  Cum for me baby. I though the words over and over in my mind as I kept sucking on her clit and nuzzling my nose into her soft, fragrant mound. While pressing my nose forward, dipping it into her musky scent, I wished for her to experience a moment of pure bliss. Within seconds she did.

  Her throat released a loud high pitched squeal and her sex pulsed with the strength of her orgasm. Her pussy squirted creamy cum that coated my face and dripped down her thighs. Eager not to waste a single drop of her delicious bounty, I quickened my pace of lapping at her cunt and inner thighs. I flattened my tongue against her warm, sopping wet skin and scooped up her juices, one delectable lick at a time.

  Within seconds of swallowing down the second stream of spray that squirted from her pussy, I saw yellow, green and red fireworks explode in front of my eyes. The scent of fresh lavender wafted into my nostrils. Then for several seconds, the inner walls of my cunt convulsed.

  “Thank you, beautiful,” I breathed.

  My eyelids felt heavy.

  I rolled her lemon flavored cream over the tip of my tongue.

  My world fell black.

  Chapter 11

  Daisy

  “Enough screaming,” Hamma barked. “You’re not leaving this farm. That’s final.”

  “But — but— I have to help find the farmer and Magnus! I have to bring them back!” I knew I was still shouting, but I couldn’t help myself. I was desperate to take action to rescue the two most important men in my life.

  “I’m sorry, Daisy,” Hamma spoke her words sternly. “I know you love them. God knows I love them too. But, I can’t allow you to leave the safety of the farmhouse compound. You’re the last sweet cream producing hucow. We’ll need the profits from the sale of your milk to rebuild the farm. We need you safe and protected Daisy. I can’t believe you’ve already forgott
en how important you are to the future of this farm. Don’t you know how precious you are to all of us?”

  “Yes. I’m aware of my value.”

  Suddenly ashamed of my uncontrolled outbursts, I tipped my head forward and looked down at the dust covering the new crystal-studded sandals Swinea had gifted me.

  “Don’t worry, Hamma. We’ll look after her. We’ll keep her safe.” Magnus’ wives Swinea and Pigletta said in unison. Each pregnant hupig swung one arm around an elbow and pulled me along with them back toward the side entrance to the farmhouse.

  “Thank you for taking care of my Daisy, sweeties,” Bella said, nodding to the young hupigs who were dragging me away.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll get Flavius and Magnus back, I promise.” She added, motioning for the three of us to pause our walking toward to farmhouse. She secured her leather satchel around her hips as she spoke. “Don’t forget, I was once a zombie myself. Before I was rescued, I learned all about their movements. I know where the zombies might take our men. We’ll get them back. I know we will. I know it…”

  “Let’s head out,” Hamma grunted before slinging her backpack over her shoulder and leading Bella, and the small herd of their hubull protectors on a mission to find her husband and son. The moment the small troop crossed the compound’s double gated threshold, the gates were slammed shut behind them and re-electrified.

  The human farmhand, Sarah who had just closed the lever to the compound’s gate tipped her head to me. She gifted me a brief, hesitant smile. I knew her to be the strong, even tempered head trainer of the farm’s ponyboys. She was a woman who was not easily shaken, yet I saw that her hands were trembling in front of her. If a woman as controlled and together as Sarah was so afraid she was shaking, what hope did I, a lowly hucow have of holding onto my courage?

  Fake it ‘till you make it. The words on the old poster that lined my tiny childhood room back in Neon City flashed in front of my eyes. The stained, ragged poster’s advice had always served me well, so I decided to use it. I pretended I was queen of the farm. I imagined myself as Hamma and nodded while smiling graciously at the farmhand.

  Sarah smiled back at me. This time her smile was brighter and more confident. My chest warmed and I felt my pride swell. I couldn’t believe that a simple smile from me could affect her that way. I suppose Hamma was right. I do add value to this farm – and not just as a milk producing heifer. I have the power to affect people in a positive way. At least in that small way, I do matter—

  “Stop smiling at the human,” Pigletta scolded me while yanking at my elbow and pulling me with her toward the farmhouse.

  “Sorry. I know you used to be one of them, but you really shouldn’t interact with the humans anymore,” Swinea whispered. “The humans are dangerous. They’re always trying to hurt us because they can never be like us. Their genetics won’t allow it. All the humans who can make the transformation do it on the day they turn eighteen. The rest are biological garbage. We should never allow them near us. That’s what my mother told me.”

  I looked at Swinea with pity in my eyes. The poor girl needed a complete re-education. Her mother had filled her head with some pretty outrageous lies. Nearly every farm here in the rolling hills and valleys employed human farmhands. But, clearly the noble Sky Mountain Estates were different, less inclusive.

  “Swinea’s right,” Pigletta said, ducking her head into the side of my neck to whisper in my ear. “The humans are dangerous. They are probably the ones who sabotaged this farm’s main electric fences. I’ll bet it’s them who sabotaged your tiny farm.”

  The vein at the side of my neck pulsed and I swallowed hard. I couldn’t listen to this load of crap any longer. Plus, I still had unanswered questions about what had happened to the farmer and Magnus. I smiled widely and asked Pigletta my first question.

  “How did this happen? I thought zombies only captured females. I thought they always killed all males on site.”

  “That’s what I thought too,” the young hupig answered. “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t witnessed it with my own eyes. The entire herd of non-rotten zombies, the ones with the glowing blue eyes and stained green teeth paraded our husband and the farmer in front of the electrified gates less than an hour ago. To my surprise, the two men both looked completely unharmed—”

  Overhearing our conversation, Decimus, the young hubull with the metal waist harness that I’d met earlier in the day, spoke out of turn.

  “For the first time ever, one of the zombie hucows spoke to us. We think she might be their queen. She dared us to try and rescue Flavius and Magnus. She said ‘Come find us. Come take back your farmer and your head stud — if you can.’”

  Upon hearing those words, a familiar refrain played inside of my head. ‘Come join us. Come take your place in the zombie herd.’ It was the eerie song the hucow zombies sung to me inside my mind every morning while the farmer milked me in my barn.

  It’s curious, but while I’m inside the inner farmhouse compound’s boundaries I can no longer hear their voices inside my head. Suddenly, the truth lit up my mind like fireworks. Perhaps the zombies can’t hear me either while I’m in here. They must long to hear my voice inside their minds. Maybe they miss me. I suspect they have a hive mind, and since I’m a hucow I must be connected to it somehow.

  Silly. I bit my lip to stifle a chuckle at the thought of the zombies missing me. I wanted to dismiss my mental revelation as nonsense, but my brain wouldn’t allow me to do it. It was usually right about these sorts of things.

  The zombie herd misses me. And they captured the farmer and Magnus in an attempt to lure me out of the farmhouse compound. Oh crap! Now they’re certain to capture Bella and Hamma too! I have to go warn them!

  Chapter 12

  Flavius The Farmer

  “How could you steal Daisy from me?”

  Magnus’ mouth is closed shut. Yet, I can hear his accusation as loudly as if he was screaming his words into my ear. I twist my neck sideways to look at him. The movement makes my stiff muscles crack painfully, and I lean into my suffering. I deserve to be in agony for what I’ve done to him.

  I knew Daisy was his heart’s only desire. But, I hid her away from him, anyway. She’s his soul’s match, the way my dear sweet Bella is mine. I knew this to be true. Still, I forbade Magnus and Daisy’s love.

  I told everyone on the farm that I had to hide Daisy away inside her luxurious barn to keep her protected. She was the last sweet cream producing hucow, after all, a national treasure. She needed to be kept safe and sequestered from the rest of the farm. I used my power as the farmer to tear Magnus and his one true love apart. I destroyed any hope their blossoming romance had of growing stronger then selfishly tried to claim Daisy for myself as my third and final wife.

  But, the strong-willed hucow continues to show little interest in me as a suitor. I’ve tried every day for the last two years to make her desire me in the same way I know she wants Magnus. As a last chance effort, both Bella and I even ravished Daisy’s tiny body this morning during her milking. We took her together in the exact way hucows enjoy. We treated the beauty’s lithe body to a vigorous breeding, which included plenty of rough play and dirty talk.

  I hope she loved it. My deepest wish is that Bella and I gave Daisy the breeding she’s always fantasized about. She deserves to be pampered and have her deepest desires fulfilled.

  Bella taught me the best way to breed her. I’ll admit I was nervous about it, which is uncharacteristic for me. I’m a hubull, so I rarely doubt myself. I usually channel my inner animal and power through any obstacle I face.

  But, Daisy’s not an obstacle, she’s my second love. Also, before I took her sweet body this morning, I’d never made love to a hucow before. I wanted to do it right. It pains me to have never had the opportunity to make love to Bella when she was a hucow. The government scientists had already transformed her back into a human by the time I’d worked up the courage to tell her I loved her.

  Du
ring the breeding, I was worried Bella and I were treating Daisy too cruelly. If the decision on how to breed her had been completely up to me, I would never have laughed at her. Our taunts didn’t appear to give her the pleasure they were supposed to. Even though Bella said it was what we needed to do to satisfy Daisy’s deepest desires, in hindsight I don’t think she was right. Daisy didn’t seem to enjoy that part of her breeding. In fact, I believe she hated it. But, I take solace in knowing she orgasmed. She seemed to love it when I took her from behind, hard and unprotected, spilling my seed deep inside her womb.

  Daisy may have climaxed as I bred her for the first time today. But, even as the walls of her tight haven squeezed pleasure from my dick, it was clear she doesn’t truly want to be my wife. She still wants Magnus. I suspect Daisy only agreed to consider my offer to sire her children because she loves my Bella and wants to live in the farmhouse with her. Bella is her best and dearest friend after all.

  “Daisy! Daisy! I love you! I’ll always love you!”

  Magnus’ screams grow increasingly panicked inside my mind. I squeeze his hand firmly to try and calm him. I refuse to allow him to lose his mind. I fear he is on the brink of completely losing his sanity. His pain is too great. The agony of this torment is destroying him.

  I feel deep sadness for Magnus that he has to endure this torture with me. He’s always been a loyal best friend. But for years, I haven’t been much of a friend to him. I’ve wronged Magnus in more ways than I care to confess. Aside from stealing Daisy, perhaps my worst betrayal was marrying his mother, Hamma. What kind of man marries his best friend’s mother? Me. A man who’ll do anything to secure power.

  Ever since I was a poor boy and son of a mistreated servant on one of the famous Sky Mountain farming estates, I was determined to rise to power and become a farmer. I dedicated my full energy to my goal of attaining status, and in record time, I rose to the station of the farmer and became the master of my own large estate.