Unprotected Zombie Dairy: A BDSM Menage Page 4

  “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.

  I dared not lift my head or open my eyes. I knew that at any moment when the hupigs stopped kissing, the laughter and mocking would begin again. This fresh humiliation coupled with the farmer and Bella’s humiliation of me during my milking this morning was already more degradation than my pride could stand in one day.

  “Be a good little cow and moo for us again,” they ordered in unison after breaking their kiss.

  “Moooooooo,” I moaned, and then feeling sorry for myself, allowed my forehead to drop all the way to the cold cement floor.

  I inched towards them slowly.

  I dipped my forehead almost all the way to the ground, just millimeters away from trailing it along the cold cement floor as I crawled. I forced my body to crawl closer to the two mean girls. My possible future wives. I allowed the wet sounds of their kissing to guide me nearer to them.

  “Come closer, cow!”

  My ears rang painfully loud with the sound of riotous laughter. The noble women were both laughing again. I imagined them rubbing each other’s clits furiously as they snorted and chuckled their bliss. By the explosive sounds of their laughter, humiliating me must be the most fun these mean girls have had in some time.

  Slick arousal dripped between my thighs as I crawled. I don’t know why my body was preparing for a good fucking, but it was. I hope these mean girls don’t want to use my pussy or my tits. I hope they just want my lips and tongue. They simply want you to eat their creamy pussies. I tell myself in a pitiful attempt at self-deception.

  My body must know something that my mind doesn’t. I realize that I don’t know much about hupig physiology or how they have sex. Maybe they will use my pussy. Perhaps they will use my cunt
in pleasurable ways I’ve never even imagined were possible.

  My lips twisted up into a lusty grin as I mentally pictured the two highborn hupigs satisfying my pussy with their fingers and tongues. My arousal grew as I imagined the two more-beautiful-than-me hupigs both flicking their fingers rapidly over their glistening clits. Both curvy beauties proudly displaying their round baby bumps for me as they held their legs splayed wide open on their queening stools.

  With my mind’s eye, I pictured their bright pink, dripping wet pussies on display. Unexpectedly, Saliva flooded into my mouth, and a trickle of drool dribbled from my lips. With my forehead pressed to the ground, my saliva flowed in the wrong direction toward my nose. I shook my head then swallowed to keep from breathing in my spit. Then I swallowed again, hard, in preparation of tasting hupig pussy for the first time.

  You’re a celebrity. You’re the last hucow. You don’t have to do this.

  The words flashed in red neon in front of my mind’s eye. I’ve seen a lot of neon recently. Red neon. Yellow Neon. Green Neon. Distant memories of my youth growing up in human Neon City, I suppose. There certainly isn’t any neon here on this farm. Everything here is rustic and has an old-timey Victorian feel. Even my milking machine is antique.

  I widened my legs enough to be able to look at Bella through them. Her back was turned so I couldn’t see her face. Good Bella. She was a good friend, not wanting to watch me be humiliated. I don’t know what happened this morning. Why she’d laughed at me, when the farmer bred me. I’ll probably never know why my breeding went down in the cruel way it did. But Bella doesn’t want to watch me be humiliated now, and that warms my heart.

  I turned my attention toward Hamma. Her hands were clasped together in front of her chest. Her knuckles paled against her honey skin. She was wearing wide eyes and a broad smile. She was licking her lips. She was enjoying this. But, her facial expression wasn’t cruel. Her eyes shone in a cross between lust and pride.

  Perhaps me licking these two hupig’s pussies is truly a great honor. It is a great honor. An honor deserving of my celebrity. My heart spoke to my mind.

  I popped my head upright and stared into the brown eyes of the two hupig beauties squatting in front of me. They were both gorgeous. My pussy dripped arousal at the prospect of licking their plump, juicy pussies.

  But, I felt confused. I was still angry. I was furious that Bella and Hamma had put me in this position. They didn’t ask me if I wanted to do this. They just expected that I would. But, I’m not a hupig. I’m a hucow. I’m unaccustomed to using my body for advantage.

  This is a great honor. Enjoy it. My body screamed. I want to lick their beautiful plump cunts. My tongue shouted. My pussy dripped wet. I know I am being given a great honor. My clit throbbed. My parched throat pulsed, aching for a coating of creamy hupig cum.

  Only my mind dissented. You’re a pawn in a game you don’t understand. It cautioned me. Beware!

  Chapter 8

  Daisy

  Ignoring my brain, I grounded my palms into the hard concrete floor and propelled my body forward. Swiftly, I flipped myself over and lay on my back beneath the raven-haired hupig’s queening stool. I lifted my head high. Stretching my neck, I rested my thick brunette mane onto the suspended hammock beneath the open hole of the bench.

  I inhaled. Breathing in the musky fragrance of the pregnant hupig’s sex, my body trembled, overwhelmed with lust. Driven by a sudden raging need I didn’t understand, I jutted out my tongue and licked her. Delicious. I licked the lusty hupig’s slick slit from asshole to clit. Back and forth I licked her. Skillfully, in circles and wavy lines, my tongue flicked at her creamy folds.

  “Suck my clit, cow.”

  Growing desperate for her cream, I obeyed. Falling prey to my hunger, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. She wiggled her thick thighs and ass on the stool above me forcing me to jerk my neck wildly to maintain contact with the warm meaty folds of her pussy. Round and round in circles she rubbed her clit with my hungry tongue.

  “Finger my pussy, heifer.” the redhead shouted.

  Swiftly, I reached out my hand to obey.

  Crack. Throbbing pain blazed down my fingers into my wrist. Instinctively, my fingers retreated into a protective fist. When I’d reached my flailing arm out to the side to obey the redhead’s command, my knuckles had cracked against the hard wooden leg of the queening stool. Agony heated my joints. It hurt so bad for a second; I wondered if I’d broken my fingers. But, I could still move every joint, so I knew nothing wasn’t actually damaged.

  I winced.

  The redhead laughed. “I don’t care if you’re in pain. Obey me. Finger my pussy. Do it now, heifer.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” My words came out sounding pitifully muffled. A hupig probably would have stopped licking pussy long enough to speak. But, I’m no hupig. I’m a hucow. A hucow who was still desperately drinking down as much hupig pussy juice as she could swallow.

  I found myself addicted to the sweet yet tart deliciousness of the brunette hupig’s cunt. I was determined to keep my face buried inside her dripping slit for as long as I could. She tasted like the most refreshing lemonade. I wanted more of her. So much more. I couldn’t have stopped myself from drinking down her fluids even if I wanted to. She had already enslaved me with her delectable flavor.

  Ignoring the agony blossoming from knuckle to wrist, I willed my fingers to straighten, and I felt for the outer lips of my beautiful redheaded tormenter’s cunt. When I found her silken wetness, I ran the tips of my fingers across the edges of her smooth folds.

  She squeezed her sex, and a puddle of her slick arousal oozed out, lubricating my fingers. I took the hint and used my suddenly slippery digits to investigate her hot box for the first time. Tight and dripping wet, her pussy welcomed first one, then two, and finally three of my fingers inside its snug luxury. In and out I finger fucked her pussy. It hurt, but I kept my fingers straight and true for her, fucking her hole deeply with my full length.

  “Tee-hee. Look. Her tits are dripping milk.” The brunette hupig giggled as she ground her pussy down on my mouth, forcing my tongue to penetrate her cunt.

  Turning my attention to my breasts, I was surprised to find that she was correct. I shouldn’t have been leaking so soon after my morning milking, but I was. My cream trickled down the curves of my large tits and spilled onto the ground. I felt the tickle of my milk pooling inside in my belly button.

  “She’s quite the little dairy producer, isn’t she?” The brunette giggled excitedly.

  At that moment, my heart swelled with supreme pride in my ability to produce sweet cream. But, my dalliance with self-approval was short lived.

  “Didn’t you hear me, dairy farm?” The redhead sneered while bending forward and tweaking one of my sensitive nipples between her fingers, forcing out a spray of warm milk.

  I clenched my eyes tightly, doing my best to endure the sharp pain electrifying my chest.

  “I don’t care if your tits are leaking. I don’t care if your fingers hurt. Do your job cow. C’mon, fuck my pussy harder, heifer.”

  Fueled by the agony shooting through my nipple and the stiff joints of my fingers, I fucked the mean girl’s cunt as fiercely as I could. She pinched my tit harder and made satisfied grunting sounds as she squeezed and tugged at my tender flesh. She tortured me, twisting and pulling at my nipple forcing spray after spray of milk to erupt from my tit and shoot up into the air. The milk landed back down on my chest and belly in cold, wet droplets.

  Her hard tugging at my nipple hurt. My chest jerked and my hips bucked up in anguish. I hated her. I hated her for hurting me. I hated her for humiliating me.

  I will never be her wife. I promised myself as I dutifully continued to finger fuck her sopping wet pussy. Despite the pain, I was committed to finish satisfying her. I was determined to earn my reward. This highborn hupig would owe me something after this. She would owe me a favor — a favor I might be in desperate need of some day.

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p; The brunette must have been catching the shooting sprays of milk in her mouth because she was now making loud slurping sounds alternating with loud pants.

  “Your milk tastes so good, little dairy farm. You’re going to make me squirt.”

  Flattening my tongue against her clit, I rubbed the hard little nub with quick, short bursts, doing my best to make her climax.

  “Here it comes, cow. Now be a good girl and open your mouth. Drink me down!”

  Unable to resist, I spread my lips wider than I thought possible, stretching the corners of my mouth to their limit. I surprised myself with the desperate grunting noises I made as I waited for her creamy ambrosia to stream into my gaped open hole.

  Suddenly, the hupig screamed. “Drink me, cow.”

  A stream of tart tasting fluid flooded into my mouth, making me choke and gag. I was desperate to inhale air but felt that I might drown myself if I did. Or worse yet, I might waste some of the delectable juice. She was too delicious. I refused to lose any of her refreshing nectar.

  “Don’t spill a drop.” The redhead ordered.

  I held my breath and swallowed. Then I swallowed again, and again until I’d gulped down every last tasty drop of the brunette hupig’s orgasm. When I’d finished, I licked my lips, wishing there had been more. Hupig cum clearly wasn’t normal. It was a deliciously addictive substance. As I swiped my tongue across my lower lip, I finally knew why hupigs considered pleasuring each other’s cunts to be such a privilege.

  My head spun, and I felt like giggling. Electric pleasure danced up my spine and burst out along every nerve ending in my body. The redhead’s cruel twisting of my nipple was no longer as painful as it once had been. It still hurt badly, but now the sensation was ecstatic pleasure mixed with raw agonizing pain.

  “Make me cum,” the cruel redhead demanded.

  With my three fingers still buried deep inside her cunt, I slid the tip of my thumb over the rosebud of her asshole. She squeezed reflexively, and her tight hole retreated. But, I wouldn’t allow her to run away from me. I was determined to obey her order. I would make her cum.