Clean up.

You are just so sticky, so gross, you have to get cleaned up. Stepping down into the pool you go in far enough to take a bath. Ducking you rinse off you head and begin to scrub and wipe your skin with your hands. The sides of your head feel so smooth, so soft and the flash of memory of the feeling of the creatures blade doing it's work floods back to your mind. The top of your head is the only place you still have hair but by the feel it seems to be basically even, though you have several spots that they missed, you decide you have to even it up. Going back out you search around the sleeping creatures to find that sharp knife, which proves simple enough as they all seem to have a razor sharp blade on them. Finding a mirror takes much longer as none of them have one, but you do eventually find your little makeup case in one of their packs and take it. Back at the pool you continue washing up, but don't go back in deep, you go in just enough so you can balance the mirror on a rock near the edge of the water. Carefully you drag the blade across your scalp over and over just an inch or so at a time till you are satisfied that it is all even. A bit more punk than you would normally go for, but the only other option you can think of is bald, and you don't want to do that, man or woman. Finished you set the box and knife on the rock and go back to getting yourself clean.

Your fingers quickly find your pretty little pussy and the instant you so much as bump your little clit your mind fires to life, a flood of images, memories, of the bugbears fucking you for hours fill your mind. “Oh wow.” Thinking hard you try to think back to when the ogre fucked your face so nicely and if you were really fondling your pussy then or jacking off like you remember, but sadly you aren't sure. You can't tell when you became a woman, but decide that it doesn't really matter anyway. For whatever reason that is what you now are. As you are reliving the pounding, the feeling of those huge cocks stretching your flesh, the hot cum flowing into you, your ass stretched wide open, even the feeling deep inside of your inner walls as the two cocks piston in and out of you, of them rubbing together the glorious tightness within. “I think I am a slut.” Your fingers find your nipples and give them a little flick, rolling them around. They feel so good as they stiffen in response to your touch.

So lost in your dreams you don't even see it coming till it is to late. “Aaahhhhh noooooo.” You howl as one of the bugbears hauls you up by your head, clamping it in his hand like a ball.

“So nice of you to stay so we can feast.” He laughs and drags you kicking and screaming to shore. Another takes hold of your legs to help once you are out of the pool. You are held down by the beasts while another pair prepare a fire. One of the ones holding you pulls out his cock but another yells, “No I don't want the taste of your cock in my meat. She is all clean keep it that way.” He puts cock back and another approaches with two long poles that have rounded ends, “A spit. We want you alive while you cook. It enhances the flavor.” He says chuckling. They hold you down as you see him put it in place and slowly he shoves it up your ass, several times pulling back, repositioning, before pushing deeper. Your body betrays you and you can feel your pussy juices flowing as this new sort of fucking gets your heart racing. A panting gasp escapes your lips. “I told you the bitch would like it. They always love it when we eat them.” He pushes far more of it up your ass than you would have thought possible, and while there is pressure and discomfort, you can't help but like it. Then the true horror begins as another begins feeding the second pole down your throat. It is a little surprising that your body doesn't even gag or resist the entry but soon they have it way deep down into your gullet. They scoop you up and begin walking you over to the fire. Your body droops and wobbles as they move you, but for the most part they can hold you steady. “Oh don't worry we won't let you fall into the fire. You see we clamp them together inside of you once you are on the spit. Yes of course that will kill you, but not nearly fast enough, you will cook alive till your flesh sizzles and bubbles and bakes a golden brown.” His face lifts away from yours and you hear him say, “Hurry up with that frame, I am getting hungry.” The two of them hold you like that suspended by the two poles fucking, impaling, you while the others move about. With your face held like that you can't see anything other than the torso of one of the bugbears, but you can hear the crackle of the flames and the hammering of their tools. “Almost ready.”