Taboo Desires: Dirty Forbidden Secrets Bundle (The Complete Miranda Cougar Collection)

by Miranda Cougar

  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.

  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.

  Without mercy, I pushed my slippery wet thumb firmly against her asshole, forcing it to blossom open for me. Without permission, I penetrated her ass with my fingertip. I longed to fuck her tender hole hard and rough. I desperately wanted to pay back her cruelty. Yet, inexplicably, I hesitated to thrust my thumb deeper inside her clenched backdoor.

  “What are you waiting for stupid cow? Fuck my asshole!” she screamed.

  With her permission, I thrust forcefully inside her tight backdoor. I ripped through her forbidden entrance and pumped hard. In and out I penetrated her, with the full strength of my aching fingers and hand. Up and down. Over and over again I fucked her tight cunt and asshole. When I had no strength left to continue thrusting inside her, I pulled my sopping wet digits from her hungry holes and brought them to my mouth, licking them clean.

  With swift urgency, I slid my face out from under the brunette hupig’s queening stool. For a moment the cruel redhead refused to release my nipple, instead choosing to pull tautly on my flesh, causing me to cry out in anguish. When she was satisfied with the intensity of my screams, she released my abused tit and allowed me to slide my head underneath her queening stool.

  Desperate to make her cum, I positioned my face directly below her fragrant, dripping cunt and lifted my tongue to lick her. I dipped my tongue inside her wet sex and scooped out scoop after scoop of delicious cum. She bent forward and grabbed the flesh of both of my full, round, tits. Once again, I screamed in agony.

  I don’t know how she managed to lean forward and latch onto my huge tits with her big pregnant belly in the way, but the excruciating pain shooting through my chest was proof she had. She milked me roughly, forcing stream after stream of hot milk to shoot up and out of my breasts. As I lapped up her pussy juice, she slurped down my hot cream.

  “Fuck, your milk is delicious,” she complimented me between tastes of my creamy bounty.

  Shifting my mouth to her clit, I flicked my tongue lightly over the tiny hard nub. She didn’t move her pussy an inch. Instead, she remained completely still, allowing my tongue full access to the ruffled folds of her sex. She made loud gulping sounds alternating with pained grunts. We continued in this position until she drank both my breasts dry.

  “Make me cum,” she moaned after she’d emptied my tits completely of their milk and released her painful grip on my nipples.

  I licked her from clit to asshole, then back up to her clit again. I dipped my fingers back inside her pussy and backdoor. I tried every trick I knew to make her cum. But, just when I was certain she was about to orgasm, her climax would evade her.

  With my neck and tongue sore from what felt like hours of giving her pleasure, I felt as though I’d failed her. Fatigued from my delicious work, I took a needed break, slipping my tongue back inside my mouth and resting my head on the hammock beneath her queening stool. Suddenly, I felt a familiar tingle beneath my clit that told me it was time for a potty break.

  When I stopped licking her pussy, the redheaded hupig made soft, pitiful whimpering sounds that made me feel sorry for her. It seemed as though she was afraid her orgasm would never come.

  “Swinea,” I whispered. “I have to pee. Will you please excuse me while I go to the bathroom?”

  “Okay, but I’m going to the bathroom with you,” she snorted. “You still owe me an orgasm. You can’t escape me so easily.”

  Chapter 9

  Daisy

  “Get into the bathtub. Now!” Swinea barked, as she watched me run a stream of cool water over the swollen and aching fingers of my right hand.

  I had just finished tinkling into the toilet while she watched. I’d felt somewhat embarrassed letting her watch me pee. But, it was no less a humiliating experience than allowing her to tweak my nipples painfully while I’d lapped at her pussy earlier. I had pleasured her snatch with my tongue for nearly an hour, but the brat hadn’t climaxed.

  I still owed her an orgasm. I knew it. She knew it.

  But, my whole body ached from the abuse she’d already dealt out. And I didn’t think I could stand another hour of her harsh treatment of my tits and tongue. She’d already used me too roughly, and my little body was sore and spent.

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p; By the time I’d given up on trying to make her climax earlier and had come up for air from her pussy, we were all alone. The kitchen that had once been filled with dozens of cooking hupigs and the scent of fresh home cooking was now empty. The hupigs had all likely left to serve lunch to the hundreds of people flooding into the inner farmhouse compound gates.

  Thank goodness, so many of us had escaped the zombie attack. Our farm would have been destroyed if the zombies had managed to drink most of our men to death and cart off the majority of our women to transform them into zombie hucows. But, from what I saw before Hamma led me into the farmhouse’s kitchen, most everyone was already safe. Many of us had been lost, but not the majority. Thank goodness.

  I hope both the farmer and Magnus are safe. I hope they made it back inside the compound before the gates had to be closed. Those gates would surely be locked up tight and electrified by now. If they hadn’t been, the entire compound would have already been overrun with ravenous zombies.

  I smell no rotting flesh. I hear no shrill screams. I see no people running, so I know the compound is safe. I’m safe. Well, safe from the zombies, at least.

  “Get into the bathtub. Do it now, cow!” Swinea repeated her order.

  I simply grunted in response. She’d already hurt me too much. She’d cut into me too deeply with the humiliating and painful treatment she’d subjected my body and mind to. I didn’t care about impressing her anymore. I just wanted her to be gone and out of my life. Forever.

  She clearly had plans to make my torture ongoing. She wasn’t going to let me earn a favor by making her cum the way her wife Pigletta had. Also, Swinea refused to give me her climax. She denied me my prize of delicious hupig cum. She wasn’t playing fair. And I refused to keep playing a game I had no hope of winning.

  If Magnus is still alive, and if he asks me to be his fourth, I will tell him no. I will refuse him. He’s handsome, and his two hupig wives are beautiful. But, even though his raw masculinity tempts me to say yes to becoming his bride, this brat wife of his makes our future marriage an impossibility. This hupig girl’s behavior is too cruel to endure. I don’t want anything more to do with her. Or the endless torture she probably has planned for me.