The Whole Chicken
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Episode The Third

My entire being was moaning in the agony of empty.  I finally forced myself awake, but it was still dark.  I fumbled around for my glasses, but there was something on my head, covering my eyes...  Memory returned slowly.  Where I was.  What I was.

 

And, despite the fact that the emptiness was roaring inside me, I still had a painfully full bladder.

 

Thrashing around, trying to get up, I thumped into something which... smelled like food, and felt like a sack.  

/Woman-master left this for me,/ I thought, a little memory lacing through the pain and /empty/.

 

I crawled to the waterfall that hid the tunnel to Down, and peed there.

Then I came back out, drank out of the clean water filling the basin in Onsen, milked myself until the swollen pain subsided, then made my careful way back to the sack of food.

There were all kinds of things in it; bread, something like a potato, big juicy tomatoes, some cooked meat - though it tasted different, not like I'd gotten sometimes Below.  

I had a little of each, and was thinking about what to eat next, when the screeching of my lover aroused me.  "Yes, lover," I murmured as I went to him, feeling my fuckholes get wet...

He pushed me to the ground and straddled me, grabbing my head firmly with his hands as I gasped, "Irete hoshii!" before insistently pushing his massive cock into my wet and ready fuckhole.  I could smell his odd cologne or whatever, that made him so distinctive and so desirable even though I couldn't see him, and I could smell his arousal too, and feel that he was wearing the same kind of hard stuff that covered me, except his was complete where mine had lots of little gaps, at least on my body.  

"Oh, yabai..." I sighed with pleasure as he began pounding me, and my first orgasm washed over me.  The pain of my still-swollen breasts bouncing back and forth as he energetically fucked me just added some spice to my orgasms.

 

Maybe too soon he let go of my head and started to cum inside me, enough to fill my fuckhole and overfill it, with some squirting out as he shoved his cock in me the last few times.

 

I sighed, my body exhausted and my tits hurting, as he pulled out then splashed away through the water and through the tunnel to Outside.  When I could move again, which was when the /empty/ got to be too much to just lie there and luxuriate in my cum-filled pussy, I moaned just a little and got up.  /Thirsty.../  I moved to the deeper section of the onsen and knelt to drink the water.  

As I stood again, my breasts coming out of the water hurt as they sagged, reminding me that I had to milk them.  They hurt so bad when they were like this...

As I stood there milking myself, I heard Woman-master say something.  I hadn't even known she was here!

I almost tripped as I went to her, as she said some more things, which I couldn't understand.  

/Why can't I understand her?/ I fretted, but as I got closer, I could smell her arousal, just like I had his.  I knew what to do now, so I dropped to my knees as I got close enough and showed her I was ready to make her come.

Instead, she pulled me to my feet again, turned me around, and pushed me away.  That confused me, until I heard the clattering of my lover, far away but coming closer.  /Oh, she wants me to do him again,/ I realized.  Masters did that a lot.

 

/But did he come back from Outside?  It sounds like he's coming from Down.../  I couldn't figure that out before he was there, screeching insistently.  The echoes confused me, and I turned around trying to figure out where he was.  /Damn this helmet!/  Finally I felt a firm touch on my back, of all the weird places, and reached around and felt his massive cock pushing up towards the back of my head.  

I moved forward a little to get room to turn around and drop, but he had another idea or something, because he shoved his huge cock into my slippery butthole.  I gasped in surprise but braced against it, until I could start moving myself back and forth to ass-fuck his cock.

Not surprisingly, I eventually overbalanced as my movement combined with his shoved me a little too far forward.  I managed to catch myself with my hands, but then I was weirdly bent over on my hands and still on my feet with his cock firmly in my ass.  

Then he moved closer, shoving deeper into me, and I had to push back against his thrusting, cumming as I did it the first time.  "Oh yes, yes, yesyesyes..."  He pounded me that way repeatedly, making me stutter as I held myself up and felt my insides being rearranged and thumped by his wonderful cock as I flexed and arched to maximize his pleasure.  "Ikisou!" I lied, because I was already cumming.  "Oh, ikisou..."

As he started to cum, he lifted me up, and in a panic I wrapped my legs around him  I yelped, as loudly as I dared, "Yabai!  Iku!  Iku!" as he vibrated and spurted. 

Eventually he finished, and I unwrapped my legs and dropped to the ground.  He backed up and I could smell his wet cock get close to my face, so I cleaned it thoroughly with my mouth.

Apparently I knocked something loose or squeezed something because I felt a lump slide out of my fuckhole and splash into the warm shallow water I was kneeling in, then another;

but his cock got all my attention and as much tonguing and sucking as I could manage.  He finally decided he was clean enough and walked off.

 

As I knelt on my hands and knees and tried to catch my breath - fucking that way had been terribly athletic - my lover left, splashing through the water toward the tunnel and slowly getting quieter until I couldn't hear him any more.

 

Then the woman-master came towards me.  Was she watching the whole time?  But she had to have been.  Which gave me an extra bonus orgasm as I imagined what it must've looked like.  It was like...  But whatever it was like faded before I could grab it, as the empty devoured it.  

 

I felt my nose swell up and my eyes start to burn with tears, but the woman-master was saying things to me, and then she grabbed my head and pushed it back, and put a bottle to my lips.  I obediently opened my mouth and she poured in some vile nastiness that smelled and tasted kind of familiar, but I didn't remember from where.  

 

She pulled me up and walked me to the waterfall that hid the tunnel to Down, and pushed and pulled me back and forth for a few steps each way as I started to sweat, before pulling me out again.  I wondered why she was doing this, but I obeyed like a slave should.  She was still talking to me, or at me, as she brought me back to where the food thing was, and then pushed me into a kneel again.  Whatever she'd made me drink was making me kind of fuzzy, and really sweaty and hot, and more horny than I needed to be, but she showed no sign of having me fuck her or milking me or anything, so I started to rub myself.  Words streamed out of my mouth, things I'd said when I was doing something... something like this.  I writhed on my knees as I fingered my slimy-wet-half-full fuckholes, and stuck my tongue far out of my mouth as I licked my fingers, and was surprised at how easy it was to drive myself into cumming.  It didn't used to be this easy!  I heard something as I got close to another orgasm, so close that I would've disobeyed a master to finish myself.  It only took a few straining seconds more and then it exploded inside me, rattling me like I was being shaken.

 

Before I could do more than take a single breath, there was a cock in my face.

 Lover! I thought, as he stuck his big cock almost in my face but downwards, and started enthusiastically humping my tits.  Which were still mostly full, but I guess that made them firmer or something.  It hurt me, but I pushed my tits together so he could fuck them better, so he could get off.  And she's watching all this...  That made me cum, again, just thinking about her watching it.  Watching me grovel and writhe and do anything to get myself filled and covered with cum like a good slave.

 

I licked what I could reach of my lover, but all I could find with my tongue was hardness, like the things on my own body.  But his taste and smell was divine.

 

He finally finished, spraying what felt like gallons of cum all over my belly, and then walked off like he always did.

 

The woman-master said some more, which I didn't understand - I hoped, really hoped, that she wasn't expecting me to understand, because I didn't and I didn't know how to do any better, and if she was telling me what to do or something important I'd never know - and then pushed me forward, then down, until my face was almost in the water.

 

Then she poured something on the back of my head, almost at the neck, and pushed my head down so whatever the cold stuff was, it flowed under the helmet.  It smelled really bad, but it was also familiar; but somehow from a different Before than the thing she'd made me drink.  

 

As I tried to understand, she pushed my head even further down and started poking in between the helmet and my skin with something.  It was like a horrible nightmare trip to a hair stylist, because it kept hurting, and then she'd pour more cold stinky stuff in, and when that stuff seeped into the hurty places they REALLY hurt.

 

I wondered if I was being punished.  Was I not supposed to titty-fuck him?  Did she want me to lick her?  But if she did, why didn't she just make me?  Or was she telling me to do it and this is what I get for not understanding her?  And it hurt more and more as she did it more and more, and burned more and more, until I was silently crying and couldn't even feel the empty as I just wished it would stop.

 

Then she pulled the helmet half off, which made me cry out as some of it poked me in the face.  She patted me on the shoulder with one hand, then started poking at what was under the helmet again.  Finally, I got what she was doing, and started to help, pulling the helmet a little so she could do whatever it was that was getting it loose.  Is she cutting my hair off?  She's cutting my hair off, I worried, but she wouldn't be doing that if she didn't have to, I think.  Maybe it was glued into my hair or something.  Maybe the burny stuff is dissolving the glue?  

 

Eventually she got so close that I just started pulling harder, and eventually my hair ripped loose or came out of my scalp entirely because it felt like I'd burned my head on a hot stove, and I fell down because of the sudden release even though I thought I was ready, but then I staggered upright.

The woman-master said something at me.  I blinked a lot and tried to see.  Which I hadn't done in so long, I think my brain had forgotten how it worked.

 
Eventually I could make both my eyes focus on the same thing, and I could see her face.

Though why she had a dark horizontal stripe across her eyes, I had no idea.

 

She smiled, then put a hand just below her own neck and said, very carefully and clearly, "Lastelle."

 

/Is that her name?  It sounds like a name./  I blinked a few more times, then put a hand to /my/ throat and cleared my throat a little and said, "Jillian."

She reached out a hand and touched my face, gently, and repeated slowly, "Jill-ee-ann."  Then she smiled again.

 

I loved her so much.

 

She took one of my hands in one of hers and led me back to the food, which I could now see-  I can SEE! - was in a burlap sack.  It was in between two kind of beds padded with fur and straw on the floor.  She started to get down and pulled me with her, pushing me until we were in a 69 position.

 This is so much EASIER when I can SEE! I realized, and smiled a great big smile at her.

 

Then I paid her back for all her love and work, and the way she helped fend off the /empty/.