Unprotected Zombie Dairy: A BDSM Menage

by Miranda Cougar

  “Will we become milking servants again?”

  “Each one of you will be free to do as she likes. You can return to your farms, or you all can remain here if you want to. As you know, this is all my land. As my wife, you have equal rights to its use. As an apology for being a part of the scientific community that has harmed each of you, I have prepared legal paperwork giving every hucow the right to live here. I have done this in addition to setting events in motion that will decrease the power of the cruel men who have hurt you, my love.”

  Hamma drops her hands from massaging her full tits and gestures to the crowd of zombies drinking from each other’s breasts. “Please, allow me to help them.”

  “We will accept your assistance…my wife.” Tears cascade down the zombie queen’s face. A naked Hamma stands, the beauty of her wide shapely hips and curvy buttocks on full display. The large curves of her thick thighs giggle and her ass bounces as she strides the single step to the queen’s throne.

  Clearly enraptured by the splendor of Hamma’s figure, the queen licks her lips and rubs her palms over her hard pink nipples, her chest heaving. Hamma takes one of her own round honey-colored breasts in hand and presents one chocolate brown nipple to the queen. With lustful eyes, Hamma gazes at the regal beauty while sliding her fingers down the meat of her breast toward her hard peaked nipple. The movement forces several drops of white milk to drip from its pebbled surface.

  Her blue eyes glowing brightly, the zombie queen gazes up at Hamma stretching her mouth wide open. She’s clearly both willing and ready to receive the spray of Hamma’s warm milk on her tongue. Hamma shakes her massive brown tit, with its dark areola and long hard nipple in the queen’s face, sending drops of white milk landing on the zombie’s now rosy pink nose and cheeks. She strokes her massive black cock with her other hand as beads of milk drip from her nipples again in anticipation of feeding the zombie queen.

  “Want a taste?” she teases.

  “Yes. Oh, Yes. I want more than a taste, I want a mouthful,” the queen pants, almost drooling.

  “Not so fast. I demand a sip of your milk first.”

  The queen giggles in apparent surprise. “Aren’t you afraid my milk will turn you into a zombie?”

  “Not at all,” Hamma laughs in reply. “I’m now immune to your milky charms.”

  “I suspect you’ll never be immune to your wife’s charms,” the queen wraps one auburn curl around her finger and twirls it.

  Hamma licks her lips. “As usual, you’re right, my love. I’ll always crave my gorgeous lady’s sweet cream.”

  “Stop fucking around and drink her milk already!” a panicked Arissa screams, interrupting the two lovebirds’ banter. In less than two seconds she runs across the stage and yanks me up and out of my curled up fetal position.

  “Do your breasts have the cure?” she asks with harried speech.

  I turn to face Bella, unsure of the answer.

  “All our breasts hold the cure,” Bella admits, her facial muscles twisting as an expression of increasing knowing flashes behind her hazel eyes. She whips her head from side to side, furiously scanning the room for danger.

  “I need a drink.”

  I’m so caught up in trying to guess at what could be the cause of Bella’s fear that I barely register Arissa’s words as a question. She grabs my chin between thin, yet strong fingers. “May I have a gulp of your milk?” her glowing blue eyes burn into mine, demanding an answer.

  “Give it to her,” Bella barks, and I obey.

  “Here, take—take my cream,” I stutter, jutting my chest forward and presenting my breasts as an offering to her.

  Not delaying for even a second, Arissa lifts my entire body off the ground and smashes her open mouth onto one of my already dripping with milk tits. She swipes her warm, wet tongue against the underside of my nipple and the stimulation forces my milk to flow into her sucking mouth.

  Electric ecstasy dances between my tight nipple and the round curve of my breast. The entire sensitive surface of my skin tingles and I curl up my toes in bliss. She gazes up into my eyes as she drinks from me. I return the gesture, staring down into her golden hazel eyes, witnessing the terror flaming behind them. She is transforming right in front of me.

  If the expression on her face is any indication of her internal thoughts, the sensations she’s feeling as she transforms must terrify her. Suddenly she stops sucking, allowing my nipple to fall from her open mouth. I don’t know why I expect her to keep pleasuring me by drinking from my breast. But Arissa keeps her word, only drinking long enough to pull a few mouthfuls of milk from my swollen tit.

  Crash! The backdoor at the corner of the stage slams open. Wearing a beastly scowl, Magnus bursts through the door, tossing a severed head onto the stage. I clamp my eyes shut and turn my head away from the gore after recognizing the battered and bloodied face as belonging to my former captor, the young hubull, Decimus.

  “Release our wives!” Magnus and Flavi shout in unison.

  Chapter 24

  Daisy

  Chaos.

  The soles of my feet burn as I’m dropped to the stage floor.

  My glittering pink sandals sparkle in the bright stage lights and I’m blinded for a millisecond.

  I run. I don’t know why, but I run.

  A spray of milk bursts free from my breasts as Bella’s hand pushes me forward.

  I feel my mouth open in shock as I’m thrown directly into Magnus’ path.

  “Ahhhh!” I scream, as I lose my balance and crash into his hard muscle.

  My breasts slam against his abs. My neck jerks back.

  I tighten my shoulders and wince as I feel my milk spurt out and drip down my belly.

  I glance down mouth agape.

  The site of Magnus’ cock shining with a fresh coating of my cream sends unexpected heat rushing to my core. I push the lustful sensation away.

  Magnus delays his advance on Arissa to help me stand upright. He flips me facing forward as he lifts me. With his help, I stand securely on my feet.

  Flavi races toward Bella and Arissa.

  “Don’t hurt my cousin!” Bella commands.

  “I don’t care who she is. I won’t let her turn you into a zombie,” Flavi promises, still striding forward.

  I shout to Flavi. “You don’t need to attack Arissa! Bella’s safe!—”

  At my words, Magnus stops advancing and wraps his arms around my waist, gripping me tightly.

  “Arissa is no longer a zombie, so she can’t hurt me!” Bella screams, completing my sentence.

  “I won’t risk it. She must die—”

  “No!—”

  Fear and sadness grip my heart and shake it inside my chest.

  My breathing halts and the room spins for a moment.

  Bella will never forgive Flavi if he kills her cousin needlessly.

  I recall the terror that reflected from Arissa’s hazel eyes when she drank from my breast, mere moments ago. I imagine her display of fear is much greater now.

  That’s it. Her eyes.

  “Look at her eyes!” I shout at Flavi, who is now lifting a fighting Bella. She’s throwing her full body weight against him, making it difficult for him to pull her out of his line of attack.

  “Her eyes are hazel. Zombies don’t have hazel eyes,” Bella pleads, finishing my sentence.

  “Show me your eyes,” Flavi directs his command at Arissa.

  The trembling golden haired beauty pushes her face forward and widens her eyes. The mix of gold, green and brown color that swirls through each iris marks her as a non-zombie.

  “Okay?” Bella cries out.

  “Okay,” Flavi huffs. “Sorry for trying to murder your cousin,” he grumbles then pulls Bella to him. Tenderly, he cups one hand at the back of her head and lifts her face to his own.

  “Thank you for rushing to protect me…and for apologizing for nearly killing my last remaining family member,” Bella pants as she presses her mouth first to her husband’s angled
jaw then to his waiting lips.

  Behind me, I feel Magnus’ warm, thick lips dance along the curve of my neck. He drags his mouth over my aroused flesh until he’s mouthing the words “I love you, Daisy,” into the floral fabric of my silk collar.

  “I know,” I moan into the sensation of his teeth gently tugging against the symbol of ownership.

  “I am the farmer, and you are mine now. Mine to claim. Mine to train. Mine to love.”

  “I love you too, my farmer,” I confess as Magnus’ hands find the peaks of my bursting-full-with milk breasts and firmly, yet gently squeeze, expressing spray after spray of mother’s milk. I delight in the sensation of my warm cream toppling from the hard peaks of my nipples and dripping down my belly. Relaxing my neck, and opening my throat further to my farmer, I allow a soft purr to escape my lips at the carnal ecstasy of being milked so masterfully.

  It’s then that my farmer's hard, erect cock makes its presence known by pressing into my back. I wiggle against it, enjoying the wet sensation of pre-cum that leaks down between my ass cheeks. “When will you breed me?” I moan the need for him that’s blooming inside my core.

  “Tonight, my love. I will spill my seed inside your beautiful body, breeding you many, many times—”

  “Stop wasting her cream!” Hamma suddenly shouts from center stage. “There are thousands of thirsty zombies who need her milk more than the floor does.”

  Magnus ceases milking my breasts. Moving to wrap his arms around my bosom, he clutches me tighter to him.

  “Here, Queenie, Arissa, suck on these butterscotch candies. They contain the cure. You two are going to help Daisy, Bella and I rescue all these zombies by feeding them our cream.”

  I look out into the crowd of glowing eyed zombies who are now standing in a line, waiting patiently to be fed. Arissa’s hand is lifted, and she is controlling their movements.

  My farmer’s throat releases a frustrated growl as his hands relinquish their cradling of my breasts, and he backs away from my body slowly. My Magnus knows I have a job to do, but he clearly doesn’t want to separate our bodies. I wholeheartedly share his sentiment.

  “I don’t want to be parted from you either,” I confess. “I love you too much to allow myself to be ripped from your side ever again.”

  “I feel the same way,” he kisses my collar once more while clutching both of my shoulders with large, protective hands.

  “Let her go, son. You two will have plenty of time to embrace later.”

  Magnus groans and releases me.

  “Let’s get to work ladies!” Hamma adjusts her ample bosom then reaches up, rolling one of Queenie’s hard pink nipples between her fingers as she commands us to action. Her motherly manner of speech leaves no room for argument or disobedience on any of our parts. “We’ve got zombies to feed!”

  Epilogue

  Daisy

  “Thanks for the favor. I desperately needed someone to watch little Laurie and Tanya tonight. I really appreciate you coming through for me in a pinch.”

  “Glad to help,” Swinea grinned her sweet genuine smile then bent down to address my twin toddlers. “Hi, little ones,” she cooed, her half braided pigtails swinging in front of her face as she side stepped then grabbed the handles of the double stroller from me.

  “Need an escort back to your farm?” Queenie swept her own damp red strands of hair off flushed cheeks as she glided out of the tiny farmhouse. “If you’re worried about the local wildlife, I can have a few of our hubulls escort you back to your farm.”

  “Thanks, but I’m good. Flavi’s waiting for me outside the gate.” I leaned forward, giving the motherly sounding hucow with the full milky breasts a carefully placed hug. “Give Hamma, Pigletta and the little ones my love, will you?”

  “Sure will. And say hello to Bella, Flavius and the farmer for me.”

  “Will do,” I promise.

  ***

  “Magnus has a surprise for us?”

  “He sure does,” promised Flavi as he leaned sideways and pressed his lips to my neck. In his playful way, he blew a sloppy raspberry into my flesh then licked the smooth skin just below my new collar. His antics made me giggle, and I squirmed in my seat, a little grossed out and a lot turned on by the naughtiness of my husband’s tongue.

  “Hey, stop it! I’m the one who blows the raspberries around here,” I joked, slapping him hard on the chest. Then as usual, I touched my new collar, caressing its smooth rigidity between my fingertips.

  “Beautiful,” Flavi sighed.

  “My new collar is beautiful,” I agreed, rolling its smooth stainless steel finish between my fingers. The smile that tugged up the corners of my lips refused to drop as I ran my fingers over the sharpness of my collar’s four embedded sapphires.

  “I meant you, my love.” Flavi placed one firm finger below my chin and tilted it upward exposing more of my neck. “You are the beautiful one. The woman I love is more gorgeous than any fine jewel.”

  “I love you,” the words escaped my throat as a breathy moan.

  “I love you too,” my husband spoke truth while he gently massaged the tender curve of my exposed neck. The sensation of his fingers sliding up and down my skin reminded me of that special fullness I feel when I take him down my throat during sex. The gentle coaxing of his tender caress made my throat parched with need for him. Saliva drained into my mouth and I allowed it to pool there until I’d collected enough of it to swallow down hard. When I had enough of teasing myself, I opened my throat wide and gulped, imagining I was swallowing my husband’s shaft whole.

  Flavi dropped his fingers to my lap and softly caressed my upper thighs.

  “Your eyes look distant. What are you thinking of, my love?”

  “I’m thinking of tonight, and the pleasures my three lovers and I will share.”

  “So am I.”

  ***

  “Oh, I’m so nervous. I imagine it’s spectacular,” Bella jumped up and down in place, then paused squinting one eye and rubbing the top of her eight months pregnant belly.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Oh, sweetie, I’m fine.” Bella’s grin spread across her face again. “I simply forget I’m pregnant sometimes.”

  “Come inside wives,” Magnus waved us forward then patted both me and Bella on our bare bottoms as we entered our new playroom.

  “Don’t dawdle ladies,” Flavi gave each of our bottoms a second more forceful whack for the crime of taking too long to cross the room’s threshold. Timeliness has always been a pet peeve of his. I chuckle internally, knowing how fond our husband is of spanking us girls whenever we’re the least bit naughty.

  “Sit. Climb. Touch. Feel free to explore.”

  Magnus flexed his broad chest muscles while striding toward me. A quick swipe of his tongue across his meaty bottom lip sent its intended message. Our husband wanted to use my body tonight.

  His sensual movements were contagious and soon I was licking my lower lip as well. Following our husband’s roving eyes toward the massive play structure in the center of the room, I ran over to its long double bench and laid down flat on my back. Eager to play, I scooted my head higher until it was under the structure’s built in queening stool, resting comfortably on an adjustable pillow.

  Bella’s bare feet made smacking sounds on the hardwood floor as she waddled around the corner to the back of the play structure.

  “Climb the stairs and take a seat,” My ears tingled at the sexy deep sound of our husband’s voice as he instructed Bella to sit down on the queening stool above me.

  “Be careful, hold onto the railing,” our other husband added his own set of instructions.

  “I will secure your ankles now,” Magnus said as he pulled two leather ankle cuffs with long metal chains attached to them from hooks embedded in the bar above us. The same bar my Bella was now resting her elbows on. Bella grinned down at me and I smiled up at her as she took her honored seat above me on the queening stool.

  I watched in awe of h
er beauty as her glistening pink pussy lips descended onto my still smiling face. Inhaling her delicious scent, I jutted out my tongue and dipped it inside the honey pot of her orange cream flavored pussy, taking my first taste. My wife didn’t complain about my impatience. She just rocked her body a little on her stool, repositioning her pussy to enhance my eating pleasure.

  With speed, I felt Magnus imprison my ankles then lift the long attached chains one at a time, hooking them to the same bar where Bella’s elbows had once rested. Still flat on my back, I gasped as I felt my center of gravity gradually shift until my ass was suspended in mid-air. My weight now rested primarily on my middle and upper back.

  Wasting no time, Magnus positioned himself above me, pressing his cock against my slick opening. I moaned into the luxurious sensation of his cockhead coating itself in my natural lubricant, delivering some of the slick fluid up to my electrified with need clit. Need that impelled me to trail my tongue through the delicious folds of Bella’s wet pussy.

  Within seconds, our husband’s cock was pressing at my moist entrance again. And with one powerful thrust he pushed inside me. He entered me the way he knows I crave most, with one deep powerful shove. Smack! One large hand spanked one elevated ass cheek hard. I suckled on Bella’s thick, meaty pussy lips. Her juicy cunt was engorged with the passion of her arousal, which excited me.

  I tried to wiggle my bottom in mid-air as our husband’s thick cock pounded into me, stretching me open. But, it was no use. My body wasn’t going anywhere. He was ramming my pussy so forcefully with his hard thick member that I could hardly breathe, let alone move. Our husband smacked my ass again harder, and the gripping burn enhanced the stretched pleasure exploding inside my cunt.

  I liked the force our husband used when spanking me. It reminded me of the power of his brute strength. And I adored being married to the strong brutish bully with the surprisingly tender heart. He slapped my ass cheek hard yet again and I screamed into the meat of Bella’s pussy. Then I laughed like a mad woman as our husband’s big bully cock assaulted my pussy with more of its deep plunging jabs.