The Whole Chicken
Table of contents

 

 

Episode The Second

 

The horrible feeling of emptiness woke me up, an aching pain in my belly that kept me from getting up for a while.  Or doing anything but holding it and moaning softly, really.  Food, I thought, because this was the extra empty that food would fill up.

 

When it eased enough that I could move, I rolled over and got to my hands and knees, and started crawling towards what I remembered as being the food-place.  I stopped before I fell off the rock, though, as I dimly and slowly remembered where I was; that I was someplace different now.

I tried to look around, to see where I was, but there was something covering my head, and it wouldn't come off.

Along with the hunger, I think my mind was working a little better, because I could remember yesterday, with the woman-master, who had removed my 'little friend' and then sucked my milk and then sexed me.  Maybe she has food?

That was enough to get me to carefully crawl backwards off the rock I was on, and - after drinking my fill of the warm water, which helped a little with the hunger pains - I had to milk myself, to help with the titty pain.

 

Then I had to play with myself, because I was so horny I'd start moaning soon, which might get me beaten.

I carefully made my way up the stream and tunnel to the place that had grass, which was - I thought - the place I'd found her before.  

 

It smelled different, very different, than where I'd been.  It smelled like outside, in some way.  There was some stinky stuff, like rotting vegetation, but also, just, I dunno, trees and grass and flowers; and while I couldn't smell light I could feel the heat of what had to be sunlight on different parts of my body, even through whatever was covering me, as I turned this way or that.  I still couldn't see, and I tried pulling at the helmet that covered most of my head.  That didn't work, and I dimly remembered it hadn't worked before either.

 

I moved away from the places I thought I might want to use and watered the ground, though I didn't have much.  

After that, I spent some time just carefully walking and crawling around - crawling was safer, but walking felt better - figuring out what this area was, and what was in it.  I'd done the same thing in the last onsen-  Onsen? I wondered, when the word appeared in my mind.  I could sort of remember other things that were onsen, and other people there, naked, and a towel on top of my head...  Before.  That was Before, I decided, and this is Now.  And this is Outside... and the other place I was, when I woke up Now, is Onsen.  Onsen was warm, very wet, and in a cave or tunnel or something; a decent-sized cave, too.  And a waterfall- no, two waterfalls, I remembered, and there's a tunnel on the other side of one waterfall that leads Down.  Down was where my 'little friend' had grabbed onto my face, and I couldn't eat, and... I'd crawled away, up the streams, until I got to Onsen and then Outside.

 

Down was where the masters were, and the other slaves I bumped into, and the lover-fucking-pool we went to sometimes - much like Onsen, the one I'd been in just before coming Outside, Now; but in the other one I always got fucked there by my lovers - and the milking machine, and the food-trough that I'd stuck my face into to find flavored mush and occasional bites of meat.

 

Thinking was hard, and remembering was even harder, though I knew it shouldn't be this hard, so it took me a long time to get all this, as I crawled around and touched and smelled things in Outside.  

 

It sounded like Outside too, with the rustling of grass in a breeze, bird noises, frogs, more water though it was further away and not as warm... other noises that I didn't know what they were.

 

It's just kind of nice being Outside, I thought, and smiled.  

 

But I carefully crawled back to the entrance to the tunnel to Onsen, just to make sure I could find it again.  In fact, I wanted to...  I wanted to go somewhere specific and do something, because...   Because...  I couldn't think of it.

 

Until I bumped one of my breasts on something.  "Oh!" I exclaimed, as it all came back in a rush; my breasts hurt, because they were full of milk, and so I needed to go to the milking machine; except that was Down and Before, where the masters were; so now I needed to do it with my hands.  "Hai," I nodded slowly, and knelt on my knees so I could lean back and start squeezing the milk out of both breasts at once.  "Kimochi ii..."

 

The milking machine had fucked me too, I realized, as I discovered, because I didn't have a hand free to finger-fuck myself; not if I was going to milk both my breasts at once.  "Ohhh god please," I moaned, "please...  I need help.  I need to get fucked..."

 

As if in answer to my begging, I heard the voice again, of the woman-master.  She was a distance away, but now I could hear her walking through grass or something.  Towards me.  I stayed crouched where I was, obediently, hoping...  She said another sentence as she knelt down and touched my face for a moment.

"Master?" I asked as I stood up.  

 

She said several sentences, none of which I could understand.  I tried to, I really did, but the sounds just didn't make any sense.  "Makotoni moushiwake gozaimasen deshita!" I gasped in desperate shamed apology for my inability to understand her, and tried to bow, but my hands moved to my groin and began rubbing me without my permission.

She said some more,

and then I felt hands curving around my waist and holding me.  

I froze, and my hands thankfully moved away from my sex.  She said some more, and it sounded like she was smiling at me.  "Osoreirimasu," I managed to get out.

 

She said something else, in a lower pitch that was very sexy, and then she kissed my nipple.  "Yes Master," I agreed, and she hugged me, slipping one hand around my waist as the other touched my shoulder.

I hadn't been hugged in a VERY long time.  It took me a while to remember what to do with my hands; I ended up mimicking her.  

She was smaller than I was, which I found curious but I didn't know why I did.

Then she kissed my lips.  So warm... so soft!  And none of the masters or my lovers had ever done THIS, but I knew what it was, and I knew I liked it.

In fact, I knew that she was good at it, though again I don't know how I knew.  That worried me a little, in a distant think-about-it-later sort of way.

 

I ended up on my knees, and she put her legs on top of mine, murmuring encouragement when she wasn't kissing me.  "Yes master," I agreed with whatever she was saying.

Some time later, I didn't know how long, she pulled back and pushed firmly on my shoulders and said something which had to be, 'stay here.'  So I stayed, as she got up and immediately knelt down next to me and began to finger me, as she'd done before.  "Yes. Master," I agreed eagerly, keeping my legs spread for her.

When she pushed me further down onto my back, I didn't even know what was going on except that her hand stopped.  But something big and firm took its places, rubbing against my sex as something else touched my mouth in a kiss.  Something slithered its way in and as I'd been trained I opened my mouth to it, and was rewarded with a little agile thing in my mouth and that big thing rubbing me into insanity.

 

Tongue, that's her tongue, was about the last thing I could think for a long time.  That and Please FILL ME.

 

Eventually I came back to my body as it all stopped, but I couldn't do anything.  The woman-master was bumping me around, thumping me - was it for the noises I'd been making, unable to help myself?  Was she going to hit me?  Would I care, at this point? - which ended with a scent I dimly recognized,

of a woman's sex descending on my face.  I knew what she wanted and what to do, and I did it, though my tongue began to hurt very soon because I had been dealing with male masters and lovers for so long I was kind of out of shape.

 

It was hard to breathe with her thighs squeezing my head and her sex rubbing into my face, but I did my poor best to repay her kindness and generosity.  The noises SHE made, which I felt as much as heard, weren't like the male-masters' noises, but I thought she enjoyed what I was doing, so I kept doing it long past the point that my entire lower face was in overstrained agony.  She deserved everything I could give her, so I gave her my everything.

 

Eventually, she squeezed my head very hard for a long time as she shook, rattling both of us, then slowly relaxed.  A while after that she pushed herself off my face and crumpled down next to me, wrapping an arm around me.  We lay there, breathing.  

 

I could smell her juices as they dried on my face and neck.  Slowly my own hand slithered into my groin so I could finger myself gently, keeping myself aroused and ready in case she wanted more of me, or someone else did, or something.  It felt good.  I felt good.  I was happy, serving this master and being rewarded like I had been.  It helped keep the empty away, even though it didn't fill it, didn't even come close; I could at least concentrate on what I had, my obedient service to a master.

 

She said some more that I didn't understand, but just listening to her made me feel all warm and soft about her, because she truly loved me.  

 

She got up and placed a firm and unmoving hand on my vulva, and said whatever it was she'd said earlier that meant 'Stay there', so I did.  She said some more as she got up and went a short distance away, then came back and put something down.  She said more - which I still didn't understand, which I was beginning to remember wasn't right - and took my limp hand and put it on something flexible.  Coarse cloth, I thought.  She patted my head - or my helmet - and said another few things, then walked off.

 

I rubbed myself some more, in case she was coming back with others that I would service, but I slowly drifted into sleep before anyone else came to make use of me.

 

A fierce pain in my stomach awakened me, making me almost gasp in pain - the masters hated screaming worse than anything else, so I'd learned not to cry out no matter how much it hurt, because they could always make it hurt worse.  Much worse.

 

I knew I should crawl to the feeding trough, but I couldn't find it and I couldn't smell it and I didn't know where it was or where I was or...  And then it started to make sense, as memories trickled in.  Outside, the woman-master, licking her pussy - my face was still sore, the overused muscles complaining whenever I moved them - and the flexible thing that was just next to me and, I noticed, smelled like some other kind of food.  Not the odd-tasting but delicious mush that was usual, not the occasional strips or chunks of wonderful meat we were fed sometimes, but... something else.  Something that made my mouth wet, and I knew I would enjoy eating (except for my poor strained face and stretched tongue).

Bread?  What was bread?  I didn't know.  But I fumbled around until I opened the sack, and touched the lumps inside.  I pushed my face almost into the ground to smell it, and it was bread.

 

It was also very hard, and my face hurt very much.  I found myself standing up, like that would help somehow, as I slowly managed to work out how I could get the bread into my mouth and then chew it and then swallow it.

The first few bits, though, reminded me of food that wasn't mush or meat, which... didn't remind me of other things, exactly, but made me think that there were other things.  Like looking at a library instead of reading a book, I thought slowly, and then I slowly remembered what a library was and what a book was.

 

The bread had a hard crust, and I slowly remembered the 'trick' of pulling the soft inside out and eating that.  Some time after that, when I'd eaten most of the inside, I remembered the other trick of putting a piece of crust in my mouth and letting my spit soften it for a while before I tried chewing it.

 

Eventually my stomach was full, like it hadn't been in ages.  My 'little friend' had kept me from eating anything, by clamping over my mouth and nose, wrapping something around my neck, and putting a tube inside my throat.  Which was why I hadn't been eating any mush or meat back Before in Down.  I kind of missed it, but this was very good too.  I sighed, and found myself smiling as I relaxed and just gently masturbated myself to sleep.

 

A voice woke me up, and then I knew it was the woman-master wanting me for something, and if I was obedient I would be rewarded, so I started towards where I heard her.

 

She talked to me the entire time, as she pulled me upright and walked me somewhere else Outside, but I still couldn't understand what she was saying.  That is just wrong, I thought.  I could understand the masters, the male-masters, but...  But they didn't talk to me either, I remembered, confused.  But she was talking to me in long sentences, which I tried to understand, I really did, as she hugged me and I hugged her back.  

 

Then, thankfully, she stopped talking and kissed me, moving her lips around my face and throat, descending, until she got to my place and sucked so hard my knees buckled.

Just like...  I couldn't remember, but someone had done this, a very long time ago, and it had been very sexy.  It was very sexy now.  I wanted to cum, but I knew what I was supposed to do, so I kneeled - and the woman-master guided me downwards, so I was being a good slave.

I crouched lower and tilted my face up so I could worship her properly with my mouth.

My tongue was in fresh sprained agony again when the woman-master pulled back and pushed me down to lie on my back, then picked up my right leg and pushed it into the air as she draped most of her weight on top of my left thigh and began rubbing her vulva against mine.  I rocked back and forth as much as I could, catching her rhythm and reinforcing it, as she rocked back and forth and drove herself into another audible orgasm, then another, and a third and fourth.

Finally she let go of my leg and moved forward and kissed me, apparently satisfied for now.  I was so happy that I'd served her well that it filled up the emptiness inside me.  Kind of.  She got up, and I relaxed backwards, tired and aching, and before I forgot, I rubbed my fingers in my own drenched slit and brought my hand to my face so I could wipe some of the honey on my face and smell it.  Then she got up and left me alone.

 

 

I didn't quite sleep, but I drifted for a timeless while until I slowly came to the realization that I needed some cock in me, and my lover might be waiting, back in the place I called Onsen.  And I had to service him, like I'd serviced the woman-master; it was my giri, and what my masters wanted me to do.  I rolled over and crawled, eventually finding the just-barely-familiar pattern of terrain that led me to the tunnel.

 

He was there, making his usual weird screeching noises

but circled around before pushing me over from behind, and then he fucked my ass like Woman-Master couldn't.

When he was done, I was so full of his cum that it was oozing out of the fuckhole he'd used and down my thighs.  

I crawled over to the little shelf I'd found next to the warm water, put a couple of fingers in myself and then licked them,

comparing the taste to Woman-Master's and my own.  It was very different, and I started frowning, because it didn't smell or taste like... like...

 

Like something I'd done and didn't remember doing.  There was just a sense that it should be different, but I knew that this was what my lovers smelled and tasted like.  But what...  Why do I even think it should be different than it is?  That was a question I couldn't answer before I fell into a relaxed daze.

 

What woke me this time was a combination of emptiness and full-of-milk breast pain and the sound of Woman-Master calling out as she walked through the tunnel.  "Master?" I called as I got to my feet and started walking towards her.  

She said more things I didn't understand, as usual, and I said, "I don't understand, Master, but I love you and want to serve you in every way."  She was carrying something which sounded and smelled slightly familiar; we'd had sex on it earlier.  She said some more as she walked past, carrying whatever it was, going deeper into Onsen and then lying the thing down on the kind of shelf that was next to the water.  I wished I could see all this, but I could hear it pretty well anyway, even through my own splashing noises as I obediently followed her, and stood nearby waiting for her order.

 

She talked as she took my hand and guided me to the thing she'd put down, pushed me gently down on top of it, and then stopped talking as she began to suckle one of my tits.  

"Yes, Master, you're so good to me.  Drink my milk..."  She did, and fondled my front fuckhole,

and fondled herself - I could smell her juice - and I would've done whatever she wanted, but she was out of reach and she'd put me where I was so I had to stay there.  She made me cum several times before she gasped and finished herself.  

Maybe she just wanted to edge it out, I guessed, but I didn't know.  The beauty of being a slave, I was remembering, was that I didn't have to know, I just had to obey; and I had obeyed and fed a woman-master and brought her pleasure.

 

Eventually she calmed down and nuzzled next to me, and I drifted away, wishing that my obedience was enough to fill the empty that hurt inside of me.