NOT Twin Humanities

After emerging from the aqueduct, her feet still wet from the water, Chiyo managed to fight off the few Hollows that waited atop the stairs. There were dry bricks under her feet, barrels in a corner of the rooftop, and a rickety bridge to another rooftop nearby. Curious, Chiyo smashed the barrels with her shortsword and saw that there was a break in the bricks leading to a wooden platform. The drop was small, so she hopped down, following the curiosity. At first, the way seemed clear. Chiyo stood in a small alleyway of sorts with wooden guardrails. When she stepped forward, however, several Hollows in rags clambered over the railings. None of them had any weapons, and Chiyo could hear at least two behind her as well as the three in front. She looked at them with mild disgust as she thought about how she must have looked Hollow. Mindlessly, Chiyo took a swipe at the nearest Hollow, moving forward to get away from the two behind her. She was surprised when the Hollow evaded and another rushed forward to grab her wrist. She yanked back but the Hollow held on, its arm swelling with excess blood to increase strength. Chiyo gave a small yelp and tried to hit it, only to have it catch the punch and restrain that arm as well. It pulled her forward, off balance, and a Hollow behind her grabbed her legs. Chiyo heard crashing wood as another Hollow destroyed the way up, and saw still another lock the door ahead. Trapped and restrained, Chiyo could only wonder how these Hollows had gotten so organized. "What are you doing...?" said Chiyo, a bit frightened. Anything not killing you in Lordran probably had worse things in mind. The Hollows didn't seem to mind bumping into each other or getting to close, because the one holding Chiyo's legs crouched down while the one holding her arms got behind her. Holding her almost like shackles, the two Undead tightened their grip to make sure she couldn't escape. Chiyo struggled, especially as a Hollow drew near in front of her, but there wasn't a thing she could do. It wasn't until Chiyo noticed an unusual shape beginning to bulge from each Hollows' rags that she realized their intention. “Oh, no. No, no! No, please! This place is already too much!” pleaded Chiyo. Her voice fell on deaf ears. These Hollows must have done the same thing many times before. The two Hollows behind Chiyo responded to a signals of another and got her to her knees. A first Hollow approached, pulling off his ragged outfit to reveal an organ the length of Chiyo's face and almost as wide around as her wrists. Chiyo's eyes grew wide and she clenched her teeth, her expression angry and determined. The Hollow ignored her, pressing his member firmly into her lips and gripping the sides of her head. She could feel the shriveled thing pulsing with all the extra blood the Hollow was letting into it. The Hollow pushed, grabbing the sides of her head to help the force. It wasn't until another Hollow reached over and grabbed her head to help that she finally got a mouth­full. The Hollow, now more than halfway into her mouth, took in a raspy breathe and pumped even more blood into his member. It extended even more inside Chiyo's mouth, pushing against the back of her throat even with half still out of her mouth. Chiyo watched the Hollow position himself just right, also feeling the two holding her shift her position so her throat was straight. She could guess what was coming next, and closed her eyes. Slowly, with purpose, the Hollow pushed his hips forward, forcing more and more of himself into Chiyo's mouth and down her throat. Her throat bulged as the pulsating organ invaded further and further. Only when the wrinkled flesh of his balls and abdomen touched Chiyo's lips did the Hollow stop pushing. Chiyo's eyebrow twitched as she held her breath and tried not to gag. She closed her eyes, wondering how long it would stay in and if there were a more humiliating way to die. Suddenly, though, the Hollow pulled back, giving Chiyo just enough time to suck in a breath through her nose before shoving back down her throat. The Hollow slowly worked into a rhythm that allowed Chiyo time to breath in, choke, breath out, choke, and generally work herself into accepting the situation. She watched for a chance to escape, but if she kept tense she was only hurting herself at this point. The Hollow continued to slam his gigantic meat chunk down her throat until drool started to dribble down Chiyo's chin. As if it were unsightly, a Hollow used the naked one's rags to wipe her mouth. The Hollow began to pick up speed, leaving Chiyo to just hold her breath and hope it was over soon. Sure enough, the Hollow smashed his hips forward, letting Chiyo feel every pulse of semen that went down her throat as it flowed through his member. The Hollow, practically tireless, thrust a few more times for good measure before pulling himself out. As Chiyo coughed and spat to clear her mouth of nothing but spit, she noticed the Hollow hadn't moved because he was done; he'd moved because it was no longer his turn... “I know you understand me...” struggled Chiyo, coughing again after. “Why are you doing this, you rotting corpses?” Not a word in response. Another Hollow, equally large and eager, stepped in front of her. Like before, Chiyo did her best to keep him out. Like before, she couldn't stop him after another intervened. Chiyo tested her hands and feet, finding them still immobilized. Chiyo's mind was beginning to go blank until she noticed the Hollows moving her. Without even the courtesy to get out of her mouth first, the Hollows were lifting her up and shifting around to free up room. The third Hollow, still ready to go, ducked under Chiyo's suspended leg and started carefully removing her rags. She started to cry out, only to have the Hollow in her mouth resume and cut off her breath. Not enjoying herself one bit, the Hollow preparing to violate her found her quite dry. Either he didn't notice or didn't care one way or the other, because Chiyo immediately felt him grab her hips and start pushing his disgustingly large tool into her. Her expressions limited by the huge rod in her mouth, Chiyo could do nothing more to protest but close her eyes and despair. She could feel herself being spread in ways she didn't think possible as the Undead shoved more and more of himself in. With no way to tell how much was left, and with the Hollow slowly working dangerously close to a very painful spot, Chiyo now widened her eyes at the very thought of what came next. The Hollow met resistance in her, which she knew he wouldn't respect, and simply gave a good hard shove. If she had use of her mouth, Chiyo would have screamed in pain as the Hollow went one step too far. Violated right to the core, Chiyo hoped death healed all wounds, or else she'd be scarred forever after this. She could practically feel her insides having to shift to take the enormous thing. As this third Hollow finally got hip to hip with her, the Hollow in her mouth pulled back enough to flood her mouth as he exploded from his abuse of her mouth. Chiyo, free to use her tongue at last, blocked her throat with it and let the Hollow's seed dribble out of her mouth to the brick floor and onto her exposed chest. When the Hollow backed away, Chiyo spat the rest out. “Monsters! When I get out of here I'll gut every one of you! You're disgusting, evil, and I­... Uhh! Hey...! What are you...?!” said Chiyo, cutting off when the Hollows started tilting her up. The Hollow currently inside her, again with no regard to her, twisted around as she tilted so she was sitting in his lap while he lay on the floor. The painful, stirring result had Chiyo gritting her teeth. As the Hollows began to work together, pumping her up and down on the Hollow's shaft, Chiyo finally had free reign to scream and whimper as her body dictated. With every lift and drop, Chiyo could even see her stomach bulge around the meat stick buried in it. Thankfully, the Hollow finished quickly, flooding her before crawling away and standing up. His seed dripped from Chiyo as the Hollows shifted her a bit. The Hollow that had first invaded her mouth was walking around behind her, while the second was getting under her. The one that had just finished pumping her full was now standing right in front of her, his member inches from her face. With practiced coordination, the Hollows made room for each other, each rubbing the hole they'd chosen to violate next. Chiyo started thrashing when she felt one of them prodding a particularly tight spot. “There too?!... When will you stop?... Aren't you tired yet...?” struggled out Chiyo, tired and in pain herself. Her answer was just more prodding and when she opened her mouth to say more, all she got was another mouth­full. Chiyo's throat bulged out as the Hollow shoved all the way in, starting to pump with vigor. Her stomach was next as the Hollow under her pulled her down his shaft, again pushing right into her womb. As if waiting for it, the last Hollow forced the tip of his member into her last, untouched hole. Chiyo's eyebrows twitched and she squinted against the pain as the Hollow simply shoved all the way in without waiting. Dry and raw in every hole, Chiyo felt her body beginning to give out. She felt every spurt as the Hollow in her mouth clenched up and sprayed down her throat. It pulled out and, to Chiyo's surprise, hopped easily over the wood railing to its death. Chiyo had no time to process the sight thanks to the Hollows in her lower holes taking turns rearranging her insides. The second one to flood her was the Hollow below her, his semen filling every bit of Chiyo and dribbling out around his fat organ. He too pulled out and jumped to his death, leaving just the Hollow in Chiyo's tightest spot remaining. The two Hollows restraining Chiyo let go and jumped as well, knowing she was too weak to do a thing anymore. The last Hollow, still pounding her raw, bent her over so her cheek rested on the mossy brick floor and went to town. He didn't mindlessly screw her, in fact, he began to prolong the event... “Please... No more...” said Chiyo, completely out of stamina. The Hollow, surprisingly, pulled out before he was done. Chiyo sighed, happy someone was finally listening to her. She could feel her stretched hole begin to return to its original shape, and she tried to look back to see what the Hollow was doing. What she saw didn't surprise her. The Hollow was preparing to go right back in, having pulled out to let himself last longer. He positioned himself only when Chiyo's hole had relaxed, then shoved in with one massive push, right to the hip. The shock made Chiyo flinch bodily, but there was nothing more she could do. The Hollow repositioned himself as he pounded away at her dry hole, making it easier to go faster and hit harder. With one final slam, he emptied himself inside her, leaving Chiyo to gasp and clench in surprise and pain. She was finished. No more stamina to even move. She waited for the Hollow to jump to its death like the others, sure in her mind it was over... But it wasn't over. With a shove, the remaining Hollow rolled Chiyo onto her side, then grabbed her leg and spread her out, now on her back. She was glistening with sweat and expelled seed, her eyes glazed over in exhaustion and despair. “Please... No more...” was all she could manage, repeating herself knowing the Hollow wouldn't listen. She felt the Hollow prodding where he'd just left, preparing to violate her again... A/N: Chiyo might not make a return as a character in the next submission. This is actually something I wrote I labeled as "Zealous Hollows" ages ago. I figured it would make a good intro to the sort of thing I'll be uploading to this story. It's an intro to the altered universe I'll be using, and the type of nonsensical content you should expect. Like I said on my bio, this stuff is mainly written for myself - to let of steam or whatever. If you enjoy what you read, it just means we have similar taste. Lastly, ready assured there IS a story to this, but that will be apparent the next time I make a submission. Thanks for reading...