The Whole Chicken

Episode The First

 

 

 

 

 

 

Was that sunlight? I wondered.  I still couldn't see because of the helmet or whatever it was on my head, which covered my eyes completely, but the feeling of heat on the few bits of bare skin seemed unmistakable.

 I carefully stood up before furiously yanking at the helmet for a while, but it seemed glued to my head; or maybe the thing covering my lower face, my 'little friend', was holding the helmet on.  

 

 

Eventually I gave up - because the helmet hadn't moved a millimeter - and slowly knelt back down.  I felt around, like I'd learned to do, and wriggled my fingers in what could be dirt, not rock dust or gravel.   Eventually I touched something that just might've been a clump of grass.  Would that fill me?  I was so empty inside; I needed something to fill me.  But I couldn't find anything, and that hurt so bad my eyes filled with tears I couldn't wipe away.

A voice said something.  A human voice!  It had been so long since I'd heard one of those that I didn't even hear what it said.  I threw up my hands and tried to say, "Help me!" but my 'little friend' was of course occupying my mouth and nose and throat, so nothing came out.

The voice said something more, something I couldn't understand, and I felt something grabbing me, and pulling me upright.

 

I felt touches around my 'little friend' and the hard armor that covered most of my body.  Then the voice - definitely a woman; and I hadn't heard one of /those/ in so long I'd nearly forgotten what they sounded like - said a sentence and I heard footsteps walking away.  I wanted, /so badly/, to begin throw myself on my back and start rubbing my lust-swollen clit to orgasm after back-arching orgasm until I collapsed from exhaustion; but a master had put me in this position and I had to obey.  I stayed still where I was but turned my head towards her sounds.  I heard rustling, like she was rummaging through something cloth or leather about ten feet away.  Then she approached me again, and tilted my head back.  The sun was warm, and I thought maybe I could see a hint of brightness snaking past the edges of the helmet.  

 

My 'little friend' twitched, moving against my face like it hadn't ever done before, and I could feel fingers or legs around the helmet flexing, before I felt something like liquid dripping onto my chest.  It stung, oddly.

 

Then my 'little friend' yanked its throat tube out and the collar from around my neck and flung itself off my face.  That hurt!  I made a noise as my hands went to my face, but the other hands grabbed mine and pushed them back down, 

 

I could breathe on my own again!  I could smell!  I could also cough, which I did for quite a painful while.  Except I think I had a nosebleed or something, because the insides of my nose hurt and felt kind of stopped up and there was that hellish tickling of liquid leaking out of my nose.  My tongue touched it, and it was blood.

 

The hands wiped my face, or the lower part of it anyway; like my grandmother used to do after I'd eaten, I remembered suddenly.

 

I didn't know whether to be mad at the hands or not.  My 'little friend' hadn't been invited, but with him over my lower face, my mind had cleared.  Somewhat and some of the time, anyway.  

 

Enough to realize - some of the time - that I was in a cave or something, covered head to toe in weird-feeling hard plates that I couldn't take off; that my breasts were about twenty cup sizes bigger than they had been and were full of milk that had to be sucked out regularly by some kind of machine; that I was being fucked in every hole by masters who didn't talk to me even to order me around; and when I wasn't being fucked or milked or fed, I was basically put in a pen with others slaves to wait for the masters.  To wait, and sleep, until I was fed or fucked or had to be milked or... 

 

And that... that wasn't quite right, somehow.

 

My mind still hadn't cleared completely, but some time ago - I didn't know if it was hours or days or maybe even weeks - I'd been crawling around, trying to understand where I was and what was going on, and I'd found my backpack, which I could tell was mine by the big beads on the handle, feel-able even through the hard gloves on my hands and arms; and the feel of it under my hands, and my inability to use most anything in it because I couldn't see, made me realize I ought to be... somewhere else.

 

I think it had been instinct, at first, that sent me into the warm water that flowed here and there through the tunnels and caves.  (And that wasn't right either...)  But a short time after I'd been in water for a while, I'd realized I should be going upwards.  And since water flowed downhill, I should go upstream.  So I did, and eventually made it to... here.  Wherever here was.  Is this where I wanted to go?

 

I wasn't sure.  I wasn't sure of much, really.  Thinking was very hard.

 

The woman said some more, as she continued to gently wipe my face, and I tried to listen to her, but I couldn't understand what she was saying.  Which was... kind of bad. 

 

"Wait," I interrupted.  "Do you speak English?"  She replied with a sentence or question that definitely wasn't English.  "Japanese?  Nihongo o hanashimasu ka?"  That got two sentences from her, which were neither English nor Japanese.  Shouldn't those work? I thought slowly.

 

But I had more immediate needs.  My breasts had swollen to the point of pain by now, and I had to massage them, to squeeze some of their milk out.  It wasn't as good as the machine down in the room had been, but kneading them could make enough milk come out that they'd stop hurting.  I began squeezing them with both hands, pushing the milk out towards my nipples and out, and moaning - which sort of startled me; it had been so long since I could make noises like that, and the masters didn't like noises anyway - as the pleasure/pain tantalized me.  The machine had fucked me as it milked me, but I couldn't do that to myself without at least three hands, which I didn't have.

But the woman, almost as if she was reading my mind, or making me do what she wanted like the silent masters did, she said some more, in a calm but certain voice that I didn't understand, and cupped my right breast.  /Yes,/ I thought as I sighed a little, but then she gently moved the little plate that rested just over my swollen nipple, and licked.  I shivered and gasped in shock, and I guess that told her something because she began to suck.  "Oh yes PLEASE!  Harder!" I gasped as I pushed her head against me, realizing too late that I shouldn't do that to a master or I'd be punished, but she didn't punish me, she just sucked more of my erect breast into her mouth as my milk began to flow - I could feel it happen - and drank harder.

 

I came instantly.

 

Then she slid a hand into my desperate wetness and fingered me and I came again, even harder.  And again, as she continued to suckle and fingerfuck me at the same time.  My other breast found my hand, or maybe it was the other way around, and I could feel a little milk oozing out of that nipple and dripping down my body.  But the woman was so much better and felt SO MUCH better...

 

After a while she stopped sucking and removed her mouth, which sort of woke me up a little.  She gently pushed me down, until I was squatting, and then over backwards so my breasts were pointing up and I was balanced on my hands and feet, and she stroked my other breast near the nipple.  

"Oh yes," I agreed, instinctively trying to lean into the caress, and she put her mouth to that one and began suckling my swollen nipple.  

I moaned again as the milk from that breast erupted into a stream instead of a drip.  "Yes," I sighed, as my milk flowed and the swollen pain slowly lessened.  Her mouth was so wonderful...  "Yes Master, I obey..."

The woman-master - and she definitely had to be a master - slid something into my vagina, surprising me into a back-arching pussy-clenching breath-holding orgasm that seemed to light up the inside of the helmet and white everything out for a time.  

As I pushed myself off the ground, to give her access to whatever part of my body she would deign to use, she began rubbing inside me, pumping her hand back and forth in a gentle but compelling rhythm.  I imagined it was a hand when I could feel something on my clit part of the time.  All I could really do, poised like I was, was writhe a bit and moan, and cum, as she took care of me like a master should.  "Yes, master," I found myself moaning softly - masters punished loudness - "please, pleasure your slave; fuck me..."

I woke up some time later, on my back.  Master? I wondered, but nothing happened.  It was nearly time for milking again, I could tell, so I rolled over and slowly began to push myself upright.  While my tits were full, the rest of me was achingly empty, and I HATED it; I wanted, needed a master to fill me again.  "Please," I whispered, "please, master."  

 

But no one came, and nothing did, and the empty grew.

 

A trickle of thought reminded me that I might find a lover in the last hot pool I'd been in.  Which is... where?  I felt around carefully, and sniffed, and eventually I found rocks, a hole that smelled of hot water and sounded like a little stream, a tunnel, and not long after that, a warm pool.  A little searching after that, and I found my pack again.  Home sweet home, I thought as I sat there touching it.

 

But I couldn't see, I realized after a while, and that wasn't really right.  I tried to pull the thing covering my face off, gently tugging them every way I could think of, but it barely moved, hurt most of my head when it did, and didn't come off.  

 

An unpleasant sensation had been growing in me, in my throat, which I now finally noticed.  It's...  I need something.  In my throat.  A dick?  Cum.  No- WATER, that's it.  There was water all around me, so I knelt down and drank some out of the pool.  Isn't this wrong?  It's wrong to just drink, I pondered, as I did it, but I couldn't remember why.  There was a reason, I thought, but it wouldn't come.

 

A noise caught my attention and I stood up.

 

Is that...  It was.  One of my lovers had followed me on my journey upwards, or something; once again I recognized his sounds, and his delicious smell, and the way he pushed me over and forced his monstrous cock inside my all-too-willing body.  Yes, fill me...

He was so rough, though... not like the woman-master I'd met.  Now that I had something to compare it to.  

 

When he finally finished, he left, as he usually did... I think.  No, that's how he is up here...  It was different down there, I remembered, though I didn't quite know where 'down there' was.  I wish he would help me...  That wasn't right either.  Why is everything wrong?

 

My breasts were starting to swell and ache again, so I milked them into the water for a while.  Then I crawled up on a slab of rock to lie down for a while.

So tired...  And this place felt good.