Unprotected Zombie Dairy: A BDSM Menage

by Miranda Cougar

  “They had to be removed from the meeting hall about half an hour ago. Their zombie captors took them both into one of the rooms behind the stage. I suspect they’ll remain back there until it's time for our performance.”

  “Why? Why were they removed?”

  “Because both my husband and Magnus became agitated.”

  I listen in silence as Bella gulps hard.

  “Why were they agitated?” I ask meekly, part of me not wanting to hear the answer to my question.

  “Because of the nature of the show we are to perform.” Bella inhales deeply then blows out a forceful puff of air. “There’s no delicate way to say this, so I’ll just say it crassly. As soon as the men were escorted into the meeting hall, my husband started yelling at Magnus. He vowed never to allow his best friend to fuck his wife. Magnus raged back, accusing Flavius of being the ‘wife fucker’.

  The bigger hubull said ‘Turnabout is fair play, so I’m not going to just fuck your wife, I’m going to breed her. Your…no, our wife’s pussy will be stuffed full of my seed and her belly will begin swelling large with my baby by the end of the night.’ That just pissed my husband off more, so he tried to throw a punch at Magnus. But his fist never made contact with the big brute. Magnus ended up snapping Flavius’ fingers in two before my husband’s fist could even rise into the air.”

  Reflexively, I tighten my shoulders, squint my eyes and wrinkle my nose not even trying to hide my grimace.

  “Oh, just jealous guy stuff. That’s all.” Bella sputters her words then laughs a nervous chuckle.

  “I’m confused,” I confess. I want to ask more about the ‘fucking’ that’s apparently going to occur between the four of us when we put on our ‘show’ for the zombies, but instead, I ask what I deem to be a safer question. “It sounds like the farmer had sex with Hamma’s wives. Why would he do that?”

  “Oh, so you know about Swinea and Pigletta being pregnant with Hamma’s babies,” Bella says with wide eyes and bright pink blushing cheeks. “And for your information, the farmer hasn’t had sex with anyone other than you and me.”

  “Um, yes, I knew that. I know about everything,” I say pretending to be fully informed.

  “Maybe not,” my friend mutters.

  “Then educate me,” I snap, more than a little irritated by Bella’s dismissive remark.

  “Do you know Magnus considers you to be his wife?”

  “What?” My head spins and I inhale deeply trying to digest the new knowledge. Echoes of the imaginary conversation I overheard between Magnus and Flavi earlier in my mind bounce around inside my head.

  “Actually, Magnus considers both of us to be his wives. As far as he’s concerned, we’re both his property. He means to be our mutual husband and the farmer of us all.”

  “Where did you hear this?” I want to shout, but I keep the volume of my voice low to avoid drawing unwanted zombie attention to our conversation.

  “I can hear the man’s thoughts in my mind,” Bella says matter-of-factly.

  My lower jaw falls open in a gasp.

  “I think I can hear Magnus and Flavi in my mind too,” I whimper. “I heard them arguing about me earlier. I thought it was a drug induced hallucination…but now I guess I’m supposed to believe everything I heard them say was real. Was it?”

  “It was real,” Bella nods her head up and down. “I used the power of my mind to transport their thoughts into your head, so that you could hear their conversation.”

  “So, they didn’t just invade my thoughts on their own?”

  “Oh, no, sweetie,” Bella says averting her eyes. “I was the one who penetrated your mind. Only me.”

  My eyes widen and my cheeks flush hot as the reality of Bella’s invasion of my mind hits me. She penetrated my private thoughts. She knows all my secrets. I clasp one clenched fist against my chest and stretch my jaw wide in a silent scream.

  “Please don’t be angry with me for invading your mind,” Bella begs. “Please believe that even though I know all your secrets …I still care for you. Oh, no, that came out wrong. I care for you more because I know the secret desires of your soul. I know everything.”

  “Everything?” I hear the terror in my voice as I slump down in my chair.

  “Please allow me to explain,” Bella says in a hushed and hurried tone. “I never meant to expose your secret thoughts. At first…at first I was just searching for your mind to be sure you were still alive. Then, when I found your mental wavelength and discovered I could access your thoughts I tried to reach out to you to let you know that I was alive and okay—”

  “How can you access my thoughts?” I question my best friend with a shaky voice and fear rattling my heart against my rib cage. Has she already been turned into a zombie again? Her eyes aren’t glowing blue. But, maybe she’s been transformed into a special type of zombie. One who doesn’t have blue glowing eyes. One who can hear my thoughts and control my mind.

  “No. I’m not a zombie and I have no control over your thoughts,” Bella answers the question I just imagined inside what I wish were still the privacy of my mind.

  “And I don’t know how I came to be able to hear your thoughts. But, ever since I was recaptured by the zombies, my telepathic abilities have resurfaced. I can see into the minds of you, my husband, Magnus and even the zombie hucows. But, for some unknown reason, I can’t access Hamma’s thoughts. I also can’t hear the thoughts of the zombie queen or my cousin.”

  Bella points to the golden haired zombie sitting in the chair next to Hamma.

  “That’s my cousin, Arissa. She’s the zombie queen’s right hand woman.”

  Luckily the golden haired zombie’s eyes are looking elsewhere and she doesn’t notice Bella pointing in her direction.

  “Please don’t point or gesture at any of the zombies again,” I beg my telepathic friend. “I’m worried that if you draw attention to us, something bad will happen.”

  “I’m sorry, I won’t point again,” Bella agrees. “Now, please, allow me to explain what happened when I peeked inside your mind.”

  I control the trembling in my neck long enough to nod my willingness to listen to her words.

  “When I accessed your mental wavelength, I overheard the sad thoughts flowing through your consciousness. Upon hearing the sadness overwhelming your psyche, my heart felt the stabbing pain of intense shame over the way my husband and I abused you this morning.

  We should have bred you with the love we feel for you in our hearts. At the very least, we should have gifted you one of the playful spankings I know you enjoy so much. We never should have spanked you in anger or spoken to you with cruel words.

  I apologize for mistreating you. I want you to know that I love you, Daisy. I have loved you for many years. You are both loveable and worthy. Please never doubt those truths.”

  With my heart pounding high in my chest, I draw in a deep intake of breath. Through pursed lips I blow my air out again, slowing the speeding pace of my heartbeat. I dip my head then lift it again, finally ready to speak aloud the words I am thinking in my mind. They are the words Bella already knows are true. But, I force myself to say them aloud to her. I want to share with her the deep feeling in my heart.

  “I love you too, Bella.”

  Beautiful Bella whips her long flaxen hair to one side and tilts her chin upward, angling her gorgeous features slightly askew with mine.

  “Part your lips, beautiful. Allow me to kiss you,” she commands and I obey, willingly opening my mouth to her.

  Her soft lips press into mine, then her warm, slick tongue penetrates my heat. My heart rolls then drops in my chest at the heavenly sensation. I suck on her smooth curves then she sucks on mine. When the tip of her tongue tickles the sensitive ridges at the roof of my mouth I giggle, willfully scraping her lip with my teeth.

  To my surprise Bella stops kissing me and moans into my open mouth. Then she presses her lips more passionately into mine. The entire surface of my flushed body tingles with the
need to caress the woman I love. So, I cup my Bella’s gorgeous cheeks with my hands, giving my sensitive fingertips a soft, warm place to rest. I playfully tickle the lower curves of her jaw as I caress her luxurious skin. Bella breathes a soft whimper then rests one tender hand at the nape of my neck.

  ‘You’re the most beautiful little mischief maker I’ve ever known.’ My best friend speaks the words inside my mind as we continue to kiss.

  “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

  I’m jolted out of the tenderness of our tongues’ embrace by the shouts of chanting zombies. With shaky hands, I rip my fingers away from Bella’s soft skin.

  “Show! Show! Show! Show!

  The thousands of zombies in the audience have completed their roll call and are now cheering boisterously. The roar echoing inside the massive ballroom is so overwhelmingly thunderous, my inner ears burn.

  The golden haired zombie stands and strides out to center stage. She pauses in front of the queen’s empty throne and stares down the crowd. Almost in slow motion, she lifts one open hand in front of her chest. Every last zombie quiets immediately. “Your queen enters,” she announces, and a new thunderous roar explodes from the audience.

  “Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!” The zombie hucows chant in unison.

  With one grand triumphant motion, Arissa raises her outstretched hands above her head and yells, “Drink up my sisters!”

  With those four words, the mass of naked hucows stop chanting and noisily reorganize themselves on the ballroom floor. I recognize three of my former hucow sisters, best barnmates, sliding their bodies down onto the polished concrete floor.

  The hucow with the fullest tits positions herself on her hands and knees. I watch my former friend adjust her body positioning several times, until she appears to settle into a semi-comfortable stance. Her two friends slide their bodies, face up beneath her hanging tits, spread their mouths wide open and begin to suckle and relieve her breasts of their milky load.

  Reflexively, I lift my glimmering pink sandals onto the seat of my chair and clasp my fingers around my knees. I curl up into a fetal ball. My fear of becoming one of these mindless milk drinkers forces my face to turn away from the crowd and toward the direction of the zombie queen, who has already begun to converse with Hamma.

  “Don’t speak to the elitist hupig. She’s a liar,” the golden haired hucow interrupts the conversation, barking a command.

  “Be calm, Arissa,” the queen points in the golden haired beauty’s direction. Shaking her head, as if waking from a deep sleep, the younger hucow turns to face Bella. She blinks in her cousin’s direction as if she’s seeing her for the first time.

  Chapter 23

  Daisy

  “It’s been a long time,” the queen grins, continuing the intimate, yet public conversation.

  “Too long,” Hamma says casually while giving her shoulders a slight wiggle, causing the white beads of milk perched atop her dark nipples to splatter onto the stage floor.

  “I see you have a new piece of equipment between your legs.”

  “I do,” Hamma’s lips part in a wide smile. “It’s fully functional. Do you like it?”

  “I like that it’s hard for me,” the auburn haired queen drops her chin to examine the long, thick, chocolate brown cock pointing straight in her direction.

  “It is hard. It’s hard as steel for you, my queen—”

  “Hard for a hucow, are you?” the queen pulls forward a lock of her curly hair and twirls it around one delicate finger. “I wasn’t aware noblewomen from the Sky Mountains got hard for lowly hucows?”

  “This noblewoman does,” Hamma says, stepping forward. As she approaches the throne, she forces her thick hips between the queen’s open thighs, spreading them wider. Jutting her pelvis forward, she nearly impales the tiny woman’s belly with the long sword of her cock.

  The zombie queen leans forward, rubbing her round tits against the meat of Hamma’s dick, making Hamma moan in appreciation. The queen then swipes the tip of her tiny pink tongue over her plump lower lip before angling her chin up to gaze at Hamma’s overfull breasts.

  “Since when do you lactate, lover?”

  “Since I discovered the cure for zombieism—”

  “There is no cure,” the queen barks, slamming her lithe body against the back of her enormous throne.

  Hamma pushes her bottom lip out in a pouting motion and steps back.

  “I’ve come bearing a most valuable gift. And no, it’s not my hard cock,” she laughs.

  “Let me guess, could it be the milk inside those massive tits of yours?”

  “Believe it or not it is. My milk contains the cure for zombieism,” Hamma promises while squeezing her dark, glistening breasts together with kneading fingers.

  The zombie queen’s facial expression drops to a scowl and she releases a snort from deep within her chest.

  In response, Hamma drops to her knees before the queen’s throne and bows, prostrating herself low. The queen grunts her approval and Hamma remains on her knees, but lifts her upper body to face the powerful monarch again. She speaks, continuing the tense conversation.

  “If you drink from me, you will become a normal hucow again—”

  “If I drink from you I will become a slave again—”

  “No—”

  “Yes. My hucow daughters and I will all become milking slaves for the elite once more—”

  “Not true,” Hamma shakes her head. “You will all live free—”

  “You can’t promise that—”

  “I both can and do promise it—”

  “I don’t believe you,” the queen snorts. “You and the rest of the elite will promise anything to get us to stop stealing your noblewomen and transforming them into hucows. You’ll say whatever you have to in order to stop us from feeding on your young men. We now drink their essence, the way they used to drink our milk. This is the natural order of life now. We zombie hucows are now above everyone else on the food chain. We are no longer prey, we are predators. We will not give up the strength of our zombieism for empty promises of freedom—”

  “Your zombieism is cruelty, not strength. You aren’t thinking clearly. No one died when the nobles drank your milk. But as zombies, you hucows have killed many, many young men —”

  “Hucows may not have died, but they suffered—”

  “I know, and I’m sorry for that—”

  “Are you sorry? Are you truly sorry for luring me into your medical laboratory with your false promises of love?—”

  “Those promises weren’t false—”

  “Lies. You made me your wife then exploited my trust in you by experimenting on my body. It was you, Hamma. You were the wicked noblewoman who transformed me into this monster…this queen of the living dead!”

  “Everything you say is true,” Hamma’s eyes drip tears. “I betrayed your trust. And I know it’s no excuse, but I had no choice in the matter. Powerful men forced my hand. If I hadn’t done the experimenting myself, another scientist would have. And they wouldn’t have been kind about it. They would have hurt you badly—”

  “You hurt me badly! Why? Why me?—”

  “Your genome is special, my queen. At first only you, then later Arissa, and finally young Bella had the proper genetics. Only your bodies can produce the immortality serum inside your milk without eventually succumbing to the negative side-effect of transforming into toothless, rotting corpses. Of course, young Daisy also owns the superior genetics, but I did my best to make certain the powerful men who forced me to experiment on you never found out about her. For years, I’ve hidden her away on my farm—”

  “You tried to protect the young hucow, in the way you failed to protect me?—”

  “Yes, I protected her in the way I could not protect you, my love. I discovered it was your association with me as my wife that first put you in danger. So, I made certain Daisy never became anyone’s bride. As the last hucow she became a well-known celebrity, but I allowed no one to find
out about her special genome. I schemed to keep her from marrying so her blood samples would never be drawn and her genetics would never fall into the hands of the men who harmed you—”

  “Hmm—” the zombie queen grunts then blinks rapidly.

  “I tried my best to keep Daisy from the men who would force me to change her. When you and Arissa escaped your captivity in the Sky Mountains, denying those powerful men access to the serum in your milk that makes men stronger and extends their lives, those men grew angry. They did horrible things. That’s how the zombie epidemic started. The elitists forced scientists to secretly inject the zombie hucow transformation formula into women with unsuitable genetics. They began their cruel experiments on the farm one of my young wives grew up on —”

  “You have wives?”

  “Yes, three wives…”

  “What—what are your wives’ names?”

  “Pigletta, Swinea, and…Queenie—”

  “I am no longer your wife, Hamma—”

  “You will always be my wife, my queen. Please allow me to demonstrate my dedication to our marriage by helping you and your zombie daughters transform back into your original hucow states. If you allow me to feed both you and them my milk, not another single one of your daughters need suffer through the loss of their teeth or the rotting of their flesh—”

  “Even, if I allow you to help us, this won’t change anything. The powerful men will just create a new batch of zombie hucows—”

  “No. I promise you they won’t be able to create any more zombies. It’s taken me and my scientist colleagues years, but we’ve distributed vaccinations to all females that make them immune to the effects of the zombie transformation injection. The only way to transform a woman into a zombie now is by giving her fresh zombie milk to drink. And once you and your daughters transform back into regular hucows, there will be no more fresh zombie milk in existence.”