"Ah...this is heavenly," Miko sighed as she lowered herself up to her shoulders into the warm, bubbling pool of semen. "I've been to an onsen or two, and while normal water is nice, I think that this literal cum-bath is the best, hands down!"
Sitting not far from her, Krista found it a little hard to disagree. While she had been skeptical about Miko's claim that she could take them into a specialized room that would help them "freshen up", she couldn't help but be thoroughly surprised and impressed by this unique take on the cubical rooms that she'd become accustomed to. The moment Miko had opened the sphincdoor to it, Krista was nearly repulsed by the overwhelming smell of semen that billowed out from the circular opening. But given her excessively curious nature, she couldn't help but follow Miko inside and investigate what exactly it was that await within.
As Miko had assured her, this specialty room had its entire floor obscured by a milky white, knee-deep moat of semen, kept in a perpetual state of bubbling warmth by unknown means. Krista had touched the walls and felt the floor through her bare feet (Miko insisted that the other two women remove their clothes before going inside), but both felt like their normal, warm and fleshy selves, at least as far as she could tell. Given how all the other rooms were structured, with having a sphincdoor located in their floor, Krista theorized that perhaps this was a two-room combo, with the room directly underneath this one serving as a heating source and semen repository for it. Indeed, when Miko and Krista eventually sat down, the level of semen rose a bit, so as to better accommodate a full immersion while sitting on the floor, though the source of the increased volume wasn't evident.
Additionally, there was even a sort of "shower system" in place that Miko insisted they use first before settling into the pool. From the ceiling of the room dangled several "faucacles" (faucet tentacles), which consisted of varying head types that rather easily spewed thin jets of watery semen out from their porous tips after just a little bit of stimulation. Using these, the three women "washed" themselves, which Krista (and especially Amari) had considerable doubts over the effectiveness of using such a liquid, but found was rather effective at what it did. All of the stickiness that she had been feeling on her skin, as well as the uncomfortable feeling of sweat that she'd accumulated with every orgasm she'd been made to have, seemed to wash away under the steady jets the faucacles provided. Sure, they needed a little hand-loving after a minute of use, but their ability to make her feel relatively clean as a result was well worth the tender touches she had to give out.
But as with any room in this place, there was a price to pay upon entering. As Miko had helpfully pointed out, it wasn't necessarily something that ALL of them had to do with every room; just so long as there was one person getting aroused by the tentacles, they would focus in on that person and leave the other two alone, meaning that they could get through quite a few rooms in a day's time without all of them feeling exhausted and worn out about halfway through. Thus, when the room began to spring to life, Miko suggested that Amari take the lead on this one, as she had been quite vocal in her unwillingness to "shower with semen", and given the room's nature it would do the cleaning for her.
"Bugger off, you daft twat!" Amari had said, balking at the idea of willingly letting the tentacles forcefully clean her.
"Well, if you're that against it, then you can wait here while Krista and I go ahead and get clean. MAYBE we'll be able to find you and this room again afterwards, though there's no guarantee..." Miko had ominously said while wearing her now trademark Cheshire smile.
And thus, Amari found herself the room's unwitting plaything while Krista and Miko took their time and leisurely cleaned themselves before settling down into the surprisingly soothing cum bath. Krista did feel a little bad for her strong companion, but given her adamant refusal to try and clean herself using the faucacles, and the fact that she had about two years' worth of odor accumulated on her, Krista felt that maybe this was for the best. To try and make it up to her, she took to scrubbing Amari's fatigues, along with her own clothing, in the cum pool's semen, hoping that it's cleansing abilities would also work on getting their clothes feeling a little cleaner, since this semen was obviously different (more watery) from the standard types they'd been covered in.
As for Amari, she had been unceremoniously wrangled down onto her hands and knees by faucacles that originated from the room's floor and traveled, hidden, beneath the cum pool's surface, it's milky coloration and bubbling nature helping to conceal their movements. They had started out teasing her here and there while she was still standing, poking out here and there after rubbing up against her feet and shins and then spraying her nethers with unforgiving jets of warm, watery semen, eliciting annoyed yelps from the tall woman who then tried to stomp on them, only to miss over and over again. When she finally did manage to land one of her feet onto the head of a faucacle, though, all she got for her well-placed effort was another stream of semen right into the sole of her foot, resulting in her jumping awkwardly and tripping, landing on her back with a considerable splash and getting dunked under the putrid pool's surface for a moment.
Coughing and spitting out as much as she could, since some of it went right up her nose, Amari had made herself quite vulnerable to the faucacles, which took advantage of her kneeling position to secure her legs in place, followed shortly by her arms when she tried to free herself from their clutches. And thus she found herself in the current position she was in, on her hands and knees and up to her chin in semen, all the while having the faucacles VERY thoroughly spray her body down, head to toe, after rubbing up against her first. When the semen level of the pool began to rise, so was Amari risen, as the faucacles lifted her up so that she was now suspended in the pool and not at risk of drowning.
Sitting a little ways away, Krista and Miko preoccupied themselves while sitting in the pool, Krista with finger-scrubbing their clothes while Miko contentedly smiled and occasionally moaned; Krista accurately figured that she had probably garnered the attention of one or more of the faucacles, and was getting herself "internally cleaned" while she relaxed. Krista thought about maybe trying to grab one of them and using it to help spray clean their clothes, but ultimately decided not to; if one of them had a scrubber-type of tip, that would be a different story, but as they were she couldn't see any benefit to using them as opposed to just scratch-digging with her fingernails in the pool's semen.
"Girl, you know what this needs?" Miko asked rhetorically, as she seemed to be in her own little world at the moment. "Drinks!" With that, she turned where she sat and licked the wall, causing a phallic-shaped tentacle to obediently protrude a moment later. After a vigorous blowjob (Krista couldn't help but be impressed with just how fast and presumably good Miko seemed to be at those), it began spilling out its own, slightly thicker semen into the pool, though Miko quickly remedied this by taking it into her mouth and gulping it down greedily. "PWAH! Now THAT'S how you enjoy yourself in an onsen!" she said satisfactorily after removing her mouth from it with an audible SMACK. "Want a try?" she asked while looking over at Krista.
"Um, sure...but maybe Amari could use it more than me at the moment," Krista answered while nodding over to the grunting African-British woman.
"Yeah, sure," Miko said while shrugging nonchalantly, pulling on the tentacle and making it extend while she dragged it over to Amari's not-so-free floating form. "Hey, baka. Want a drink?"
"What...ugh...is it...mmm?" Amari managed to get out while the faucacles rubbed themselves against her erogenous zones and sprayed their jets all over her body.
"You'll like it, I think," Miko replied while cupping Amari's chin and guiding the tentacle to it, it's gentle stream of flavored semen having momentarily halted since it started extending. "It may not be quite like that swill you seem to like, but it's an alcoholic beverage all the same: Izumo no Sake. Kanpai!" she said while shoving the tentacle into Amari's mouth.
At first, Amari just glared at Miko, silently plotting to watch her squirm while bring up her boyfriend somehow, as she still didn't much like having to work her mouth around something as...disgusting as this. But much to her surprise, Miko actually did the work for her, stroking it along its length until it began gushing sake-flavored semen anew down Amari's throat. Though it was, indeed, much different in taste to what Amari preferred from her liquor, having a mix of rice and fruity flavoring to it, it wasn't too unpleasant, and Amari willingly sealed her lips around the tentacle as she ingested its juices.
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After they finished their "spa day", and wanting to relax somewhere a little more dry, Krista and her companions moved on to the next room, with Krista and Amari holding their bundles of clothing that were now "cleaner" than before, though that was probably debatable. Miko, much to Krista's dismay, preferred to stroll around naked, since she reasoned that clothes would just get in the way and would end up getting damaged in the process of any given tentacles' ravages, as evidenced by the few holes that Amari's uniform bore. That, and she had only been wearing some cheap garb her captors had given her when she got thrown in, so she didn't really feel like hauling that around or wearing it much, anyhow.
"You're kinda lucky that you got to keep your regular clothing, Krista," Miko said to her as Krista stepped through the sphincdoor left foot first, since she didn't want to miss what Miko was saying to her. "I mean, you can at least look a little like your normal self, unlike G.I. Jane over here," she said with a thumb point and head nod at Amari. "But, at least you smell clean now, I'll give you that."
"Mmm...yeah. At leasht I've got that..." Amari slurred a little while wobbling in place, waiting for Krista to finish moving on to the next room. She had taken quite the helping of that sake-flavored semen, and while Krista wasn't too certain yet as to whether the flavoring also came with the mind-altering properties of the alcohol it was simulating, it certainly seemed like it did, though that might have simply been a placebo effect in action.
"Now, now, Miko. Amari didn't smell all that bad," Krista admonished her while passing through the sphincdoor. "I mean, if you had been in here as long, I'm sure you...would..."
"Eh? Nani sore?" Miko asked, as the last bit that Krista spoke seemed to barely leave her throat and was barely audible. Poking her head through the sphincdoor, all she could see was Krista's ample bottom blocking any real view of the room's interior, though it was obvious that she was standing stock still and transfixed by something she was looking at.
