Saturday, May 7, 2011
Never-ending Womens Room
So this is stupid, and more or less stealing, but here's the idea: A series of photoshops and other art that depicts a never-ending womens bathroom, featuring girl after girl...well you get the idea.
This is the source. It came from someone on FurAffinity, so if they want me to stop or take it down or whatever, lemme know. Anyway, eventually I'll run out of room, and then maybe I'll turn it into a flash app or something. So here's what I got so far:
Stupid, or...shall I continue? Submissions welcome, whether I use them or not. ;)
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The Queen's Throne Part 6
Cassia popped open the top of the stool, lifted her elegant nightgown and sat. She rested her arms on her skinny thighs and leaned forward, still half-asleep. She was right: it had been a long night. In-between fits of barely restful sleep, she did nothing but pass the smelliest gas and moan from the awful cramps. After all these hours she finally felt something solid filling her bowels, but it was slow in coming. She rested her eyes and settled in for a long one.
Cassia managed to convince the men to leave her alone in her room, although they had someone posted at the door at all times. So she was afforded plenty of privacy, but was still fairly safe. She knew ahead of time that she would probably need the privacy; these kinds of cramps aren't just a freak thing. Cassia hadn't been constipated in a while, but she certainly knew what it felt like. She groaned and opened her eyes to look around the room, lit by enchanted candle. Dresser in the corner, mirror on the wall, the freshly slept-in bed, sheets torn asunder, book under the end table...
"Wait, I don't remember bringing a book." Cassia thought. Perhaps the inn had left it there for guests? Or maybe the last guest had left it behind? It was within arm's reach, so Cassia lifted off the seat slightly and grabbed the book. Before she could reseat herself, she farted, which echoed in the pot and broke the silence. *PfffFFTT!* Cassia quickly set her cheeks back down on the seat, embarassed. "M'lady?" Came a voice from outside. "Are you alright?" She blushed. "Yes, yes, I'm alright. Thank you." With that episode out of the way, she got back to business.
Now she could feel her colon stretching, something very hard and very thick making it's way out. She pushed, just to check how much resistance there might be. "Nnngh." It barely budged. Cassia winced as another cramp set in. She decided to give it a moment before pushing again. Instead, she decided to take a look at the book she'd found. There was no title, and it didn't look too old. The binding was nothing extravagent, but at first glance it did look rather fancy. The book was red with little gold details on the spine and around the edges of the front and back. She pondered it for another moment until her curiosity got the best of her. She opened the book to a random page, just to get a taste of the material.
["No, please, you are my servant! Why, if the king were to know about this affair..." The queen pleaded.
The young, nubile servant looked her over with hungry eyes. "The king be damned, m'lady! I love you, and I yearn for your flesh!"
The queen's servant leaped upon her and rubbed their breasts together. "Please m'lady. Please." She begged.]
Cassia was in the midst of a cold sweat. "This book, it's...it is pornography! Someone has left pornography in this room. And I'm actually reading it! Oh, what..." Cassia was embarassed, but as much as she tried to act offended and rationalize things, she knew deep down that resistance wasn't worth it. Her eyes were now glued to the pages. She couldn't stop reading, as she was so taken by the passion of the words, regardless of how base and meaningless they seemed. She pictured herself in the same scenario...
But in reality, the scenario she was in wasn't far too different. She began to realize this, and her fantasies started going unchecked. "I yearn for your flesh." She imagined Liviya saying this over and over again, fire in her eyes, grovelling at her feet, overcome with lust and desperate for any sort of affection. Cassia's heart went into overdrive as her blood pumped harder and harder. Her face became even more flush and she started sweating. Her nightgown became damp, and her hair went limp. She became unaware of where she was, and she didn't care. Small droplets of sweat and her most..."intimate" juices fell into the pot below. Cassia continued reading.
Though extra aware of her feminine parts, Cassia was completely oblivious to her pressing need to move her bowels, or the fact that they were acting without her. A massive log, like a minature tree trunk only twice as hard, began to crown. Cassia was so caught up in her own arousal that she wasn't even aware it had relaxed her enough to go. Cassia couldn't control herself anymore and began rubbing her pussy, which was now visibly swollen, if only slightly. She circled her clit with her index finger while teasing her cunt with her middle and ring fingers. Her other hand was over her mouth, stifling her moans and groans as she came closer and closer to orgasm.
Meanwhile, a good four inches of poo was dangling out of her distended asshole. In her dreamy state, Cassia became aware that her anus was being stimulated, but she didn't care what was causing it. All she could think of was fondling Liviya's breasts, grinding her private parts against her thigh, Liviya crying out her name and gasping as she came. The log made a sick crackling sound as it came out. *Crrkkll* It sounded like fire. Hot, passionate, flames, licking at Cassia's skin...
The thick, lumpy dump fell in the pot, and that last burst of stimulation put Cassia over the top. She gasped and moaned loudly into her palm as her body went numb. Electric sparks seemed to shoot off her body as she came, dripping pussy juices all over the floor and stool. She bit her hand out of passion and this snapped her back to reality. Her orgasm was subsiding, and she realized what she was doing. She frowned and hid her head in her hands, before it came to her that no one was watching. She folded her arms and peed on top of the "weight" she just lost, before nervously wiping herself and looking in the bowl. There was a huge, knobbly turd laying at the bottom, now glistening with pee. It seemed to have broken apart when it hit the bottom, as it was partly shattered, but was obviously all one piece before. Cassia closed the lid and stuffed the stool in the corner. She threw the book under her pillow and laid down, now feeling totally humiliated. But very refreshed...
As she drfited to sleep she imagined Liviya beside her, resting in her arms.
Cassia managed to convince the men to leave her alone in her room, although they had someone posted at the door at all times. So she was afforded plenty of privacy, but was still fairly safe. She knew ahead of time that she would probably need the privacy; these kinds of cramps aren't just a freak thing. Cassia hadn't been constipated in a while, but she certainly knew what it felt like. She groaned and opened her eyes to look around the room, lit by enchanted candle. Dresser in the corner, mirror on the wall, the freshly slept-in bed, sheets torn asunder, book under the end table...
"Wait, I don't remember bringing a book." Cassia thought. Perhaps the inn had left it there for guests? Or maybe the last guest had left it behind? It was within arm's reach, so Cassia lifted off the seat slightly and grabbed the book. Before she could reseat herself, she farted, which echoed in the pot and broke the silence. *PfffFFTT!* Cassia quickly set her cheeks back down on the seat, embarassed. "M'lady?" Came a voice from outside. "Are you alright?" She blushed. "Yes, yes, I'm alright. Thank you." With that episode out of the way, she got back to business.
Now she could feel her colon stretching, something very hard and very thick making it's way out. She pushed, just to check how much resistance there might be. "Nnngh." It barely budged. Cassia winced as another cramp set in. She decided to give it a moment before pushing again. Instead, she decided to take a look at the book she'd found. There was no title, and it didn't look too old. The binding was nothing extravagent, but at first glance it did look rather fancy. The book was red with little gold details on the spine and around the edges of the front and back. She pondered it for another moment until her curiosity got the best of her. She opened the book to a random page, just to get a taste of the material.
["No, please, you are my servant! Why, if the king were to know about this affair..." The queen pleaded.
The young, nubile servant looked her over with hungry eyes. "The king be damned, m'lady! I love you, and I yearn for your flesh!"
The queen's servant leaped upon her and rubbed their breasts together. "Please m'lady. Please." She begged.]
Cassia was in the midst of a cold sweat. "This book, it's...it is pornography! Someone has left pornography in this room. And I'm actually reading it! Oh, what..." Cassia was embarassed, but as much as she tried to act offended and rationalize things, she knew deep down that resistance wasn't worth it. Her eyes were now glued to the pages. She couldn't stop reading, as she was so taken by the passion of the words, regardless of how base and meaningless they seemed. She pictured herself in the same scenario...
But in reality, the scenario she was in wasn't far too different. She began to realize this, and her fantasies started going unchecked. "I yearn for your flesh." She imagined Liviya saying this over and over again, fire in her eyes, grovelling at her feet, overcome with lust and desperate for any sort of affection. Cassia's heart went into overdrive as her blood pumped harder and harder. Her face became even more flush and she started sweating. Her nightgown became damp, and her hair went limp. She became unaware of where she was, and she didn't care. Small droplets of sweat and her most..."intimate" juices fell into the pot below. Cassia continued reading.
Though extra aware of her feminine parts, Cassia was completely oblivious to her pressing need to move her bowels, or the fact that they were acting without her. A massive log, like a minature tree trunk only twice as hard, began to crown. Cassia was so caught up in her own arousal that she wasn't even aware it had relaxed her enough to go. Cassia couldn't control herself anymore and began rubbing her pussy, which was now visibly swollen, if only slightly. She circled her clit with her index finger while teasing her cunt with her middle and ring fingers. Her other hand was over her mouth, stifling her moans and groans as she came closer and closer to orgasm.
Meanwhile, a good four inches of poo was dangling out of her distended asshole. In her dreamy state, Cassia became aware that her anus was being stimulated, but she didn't care what was causing it. All she could think of was fondling Liviya's breasts, grinding her private parts against her thigh, Liviya crying out her name and gasping as she came. The log made a sick crackling sound as it came out. *Crrkkll* It sounded like fire. Hot, passionate, flames, licking at Cassia's skin...
The thick, lumpy dump fell in the pot, and that last burst of stimulation put Cassia over the top. She gasped and moaned loudly into her palm as her body went numb. Electric sparks seemed to shoot off her body as she came, dripping pussy juices all over the floor and stool. She bit her hand out of passion and this snapped her back to reality. Her orgasm was subsiding, and she realized what she was doing. She frowned and hid her head in her hands, before it came to her that no one was watching. She folded her arms and peed on top of the "weight" she just lost, before nervously wiping herself and looking in the bowl. There was a huge, knobbly turd laying at the bottom, now glistening with pee. It seemed to have broken apart when it hit the bottom, as it was partly shattered, but was obviously all one piece before. Cassia closed the lid and stuffed the stool in the corner. She threw the book under her pillow and laid down, now feeling totally humiliated. But very refreshed...
As she drfited to sleep she imagined Liviya beside her, resting in her arms.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The Queen's Throne Part 5
The wheels churned over the dirt and the carriage rocked back and forth spastically. But the unpredictable motion was churning something else: their stomachs. The not-so-gentle rocking was annoying everyone, frustrating them and at times making them nauseous. Cassia was especially prone to the nausea, as by now she was very gassy, but decided to just clench her cheeks and stall emission until they were out in the open and nobody could track the sound and smell back to her. Two and a half agonizing hours the ride lasted.
The very minute they arrived, Cassia hopped out of the carriage and let loose. With the door shut and everyone else still climbing out, nobody paid enough attention to hear the massive, sickening burst of wind Cassia let forth. *BrrrPPPPPFFrrrttTTTffffweeee* Cassia was mortified, and more than a little sick to her stomach. Her fart had changed pitch at least 4 times, and lasted longer than 20 seconds. After the wave of nausea and the awkwardness passed, however, she felt a surge of relief. A burden had been lifted from her shoulders. (Or more accurately, her intestines.) By the time Gabriel and the escort had come around the carriage, Cassia had maneuvered away from the "stink cloud" and met them halfway, setting off for the church on foot. The carriage pulled away and went to await their return.
A few minutes later, as they reached the top of the hill in-between their stop and the construction site, they laid eyes on the church for the first time...or what was left of it. The foundations and scaffolding that had been built around the construction site were burned down, and it was mostly smoldering ash that remained. "What...what hap...what became of this place?" Cassia asked sullenly. Gabriel was silent, but it was clear he was in shock also. "Well, we had better find out." He said. Still shocked, the group began to carefully trudge down the hill.
When they arrived in the village, still no one had come out. When they were on the hill, they couldn't see anyone in the square or in the fields or anywhere else for that matter. The town seemed deserted. "Uhm...IS ANYONE THERE?!" Cassia yelled, trying to attract some attention. Nothing. The group scanned the area and still saw no one around. "ANYONE!" She yelled again. The group all turned on their heels, darting their eyes around fruitlessly. Finally, Gabriel's ears perked up. "Over there!" He exclaimed. His finger was pointed in the direction of a small house down at the other end of the square. Someone was peering out through the window at them, and was tapping on the glass to get their attention. They all ran over to find out what was going on.
When they got to the house the figure staring out the window threw the curtains back into position and disappeared. Cassia and friends all stopped short of the door. They waited. "Well, fine welcome this is." Gabriel sneered. Not even 10 seconds later he was forced to eat his words when the door clicked and swung open. A man stood in the doorway, urging them inside. "Hurry up hurry up!" He hissed. They all piled through the door and just barely got themselves braced when the man slammed the door shut and put a heavy wooden plank in front of it.
"What happened here?" Cassia immediately demanded. The man sighed and leaned up against the wall. "Aye, you're Lady Cassia, correct? We been expecting ya. Good thing ye didn't come sooner, girl." He said. "What happened?" She repeated, sounding a little more concerned this time. "Goblins." He grunted. "They came late in the afternoon, just started banging on doors and throwing those bombs around. They didn't do much damage as far as I know, but the church is torn apart. Think everyone is alright though. ...Ah." He quickly bowed. "Sorry m'lady, forgot me manners." She blushed. "It's quite alright. So goblins raided Coldmarsh? How long have you been hiding?" She asked. "Just since yesterday. Speakin', did ye see any on yer way in?" He poked his nose against the window again. "No. The town is empty." She told him. He perked up a little. "Ah, good then. I can round the town up and we'll decide what to do. As fer ye, ye better get back to yer big ol' castle. It's the safest place fer now." He warned.
Cassia went along with the villager as he went by all the houses, ringing a bell and hollering for everyone by name. As they were letting Coldmarsh know the coast was clear, Cassia felt the pressure in her gut return with a vengeance. She just about doubled-over mid-stride, and it took all her will to keep moving without giving away her pain. After a while it become unbearable however, so she had to stop and lean against a fence to recollect herself. Gabriel took notice and confronted her about it. "Perhaps we should return, m'lady. You must be tired. This is a lot to digest." She winced. "It certainly is." She thought. She straightened up and looked him in the eye. "No, I'm fine. We'll be staying at an inn here tonight. I don't care if it is dangerous, I must see to these people. They're in danger too, and I shall not abandon them." She said proudly. Gabriel was taken aback. "Perhaps she is a proper leader then." He thought. He waited, to test her resolve, to see if she would flinch or back down. She did not. He sighed. "It is your will, m'lady. We may stay if you wish." She smiled. "Thank you, Gabriel. Bring the carriage out and let me collect my things."
As Gabriel carried a sack of Cassia's things and the guard carried her private loo, Cassia clutched her stomach and swore under her breath. She didn't feel the urge to move her bowels, but she felt a little gassy and it felt like she had been stabbed just above her crotch. "It may be a long night tonight..." She grimly considered.
Toilet Slave One-Oh-Eight: Chapter 1
"Listen, I don't care, just get it set up soon. I have to go and if it's not ready to use in 15 minutes, I'm using YOU!" I remember her saying.
This would be when we brought One-Oh-Eight home, of course. That's who she was referring to as "it", my girlfriend. She's a sadist, she is. Not One-Oh-Eight, my girlfriend. I think before I go on, I should explain the situation.
What my girlfriend likes to do is humiliate people. With me, it started with handcuffs. She would handcuff me to the bed, dress me up in women's clothes, maybe whip me a little, bring me up to just about the point of orgasm and stop, taunting me, and once or twice she spit on me. In all honesty, it sort of got me off at times. I'm not a total doormat, but I like a little abuse. But then one night when I was tied down on the bed, she squatted over me and told me she was going to shit on me, or in her words, "I'm making meatloaf, like a good little wifey! Enjoy, asshole." I managed to break out of my bondage and push her over. This is where I draw the line.
Now she may be a sadist, but even she has a line. She told me as long as she had someone else to use as a toilet, she would leave me alone. I told her I would definitely consider it, but I wasn't sure if she would ever find anyone who would agree to be used as a toilet on a regular basis. In retrospect, I should not have underestimated the perverts out there.
A few days later, she told me there was a network of people out there that were volunteering to be used as a toilet, in exchange for a place to stay, food, all that. Basically like a maid or butler, some sort of servant like that, only...you poop on them. There's some catches of course. They have the right to leave if they feel they're being abused, although I'm sure it's gone too far before. You have to go through a disease screening before they will even consider you. Then you sign a little contract, go through a little red tape, some other stuff, and then you're ready to go.
So that's what we did. We went out and handpicked our girl from the line-up, signed the papers, took the tests (I had to take a physical too, but it didn't bother me. Better than being covered in shit on a regular basis), and went through a short waiting period.
We came home with One-Oh-Eight. Short brown hair, kinda greasy and uncombed, light complexion, glazed-over green eyes, wearing a simple white dress. Being lead by a leash connected to the collar on her neck. By my girlfriend. I wish I was making that last part up.
We knew we were going out to pick One-Oh-Eight up today, so for the past two days my girlfriend has been binging on greasy fast food and my famous homemade chili. Just before we left she downed a few laxatives. By the time we got to the door of the house, she was farting such toxic fumes I swear I saw the tree in the yard start to wilt.
"You have 15 minutes, and I swear to god if she's not set up in the room, I will shit all over your face and make you eat it." She stomped her foot and clutched her stomach, throwing herself onto the couch and groaning.
One-Oh-Eight calmly handed me her leash and looked down at her feet. "Please lead me to my room. My master needs to use me."
And for a second, I saw a fire in her eyes. She was looking forward to this. The rest of her face wouldn't betray it, but her eyes did. I knew then that I was in for a sick ride.
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We entered the room, which was actually pretty stark. There was a small window on the side, and other than that it was entirely clear, grey wallpaper, special easy to clean linoleum floor. Very drab. There was a closet in the corner, which contained a futon for sleeping on and a place for 108's personal effects.
"So, uh, this is the room...you can just...sit in there." I managed to mumble out, and pointed to a small pit in the middle of the room. It was designed for someone to sit in for hours at a time, then be cleaned out once or twice a day. In front of it was a small splash shield, much like a squat toilet.
108 immediately pulled her dress off, revealing all of her naked flesh. She wasn't even wearing any underwear on the ride over. She carefully slid herself into the pit with a surprising amount of grace, and sat on the back of her feet. "Now, you ca- oh! Wait one moment."
She rummaged around in the duffel bag she brought with her and pulled out a package of diapers. She took a diaper out and put it on herself, again very gracefully. As gracefully as sliding a crinkling diaper under your ass can be, anyway. She pulled the tape around her waist and sealed up her diaper, before steping back into the pit and sitting back on her feet, rattling the diaper as she did. Through the entire process, she never once smiled, but for some reason she looked positively thrilled. Ecstatic. Raring to go.
Before I had any time to ponder this the door started booming behind me. For a moment there were no words, but I still felt a thunderous rage coming from every thump.
"You fucking...is it ready?! I'm coming in right now and shitting on the first person I see!"
"Uh, come on in Ally." I opened the door, making sure to stay behind it so she wouldn't see me.
Ally ran in and ran straight to the pit, fumbling for just a fraction of a second with her fly.
*FRRRP*
I heard the loudest, wettest fart I have ever heard, and then the room filled with a stench not unlike cow manure. Only worse.
"Ugh! Fuck...I shit myself. You fucking BITCH! You made me shit my pants! You'll fucking pay for that whore!" Ally screamed.
She yanked her pants all the way down to her ankles and pulled her panties down to her knees. Ally's face was completely red, and her pink panties were completely brown. It was a fiesta of color. I watched with horrified fascination as Ally squatted on her haunches and unloaded her bowels over 108's chest, soaking her breasts and stomach in the wettest, smelliest, foulest diarrhea I have ever seen or smelled. Every time I tried to breathe I gagged, so I just stopped breathing. I took short, sharp inhilations and tried to choke back vomit.
*Prrrrblllsklrtchfrrrp* Another wave from Ally's ass, soaking 108's head in watery chunks of mud. Trying not to look, I tried sneaking over to the window to get some fresh air. Ally screamed at me.
"Faggot! Get the fuck away from that window or I'll fucking puke on you!" Ally pinched her nose and farted out another load on 108's lap. Some of it soaked into her diaper. She let out another pungent load and sighed.
"Finished. Finally. Now clean me up you fuck." Ally demanded. I was about to put a stop to it, but 108 immediately complied, shoving her face into Ally's panties and snarfing down all the feces. There was shit everywhere, and 108 was completely brown by now.
"Don't smear it around stupid. Here." Ally handed 108 a wet towel, which she used to clean off her head. After wiping herself down she continued licking Ally's panties. Once they were somewhere approaching clean, she began tonguing her dirty asshole. 108 lapped and kissed until her lips and cheeks were brown again, and Ally was clean. Ally sighed again and pulled her pants up, before giving 108 a quick kick in the chest. "Gotta remember to flush you know." And with that she left us alone.
*Prrskrch* I heard a very faint farting noise coming from the pit. 108 had her eyes closed and her face was flushed. A few seconds later she sighed and turned to me. "Hand me another diaper please." And then I couldn't take it anymore and hurled on the floor.
This would be when we brought One-Oh-Eight home, of course. That's who she was referring to as "it", my girlfriend. She's a sadist, she is. Not One-Oh-Eight, my girlfriend. I think before I go on, I should explain the situation.
What my girlfriend likes to do is humiliate people. With me, it started with handcuffs. She would handcuff me to the bed, dress me up in women's clothes, maybe whip me a little, bring me up to just about the point of orgasm and stop, taunting me, and once or twice she spit on me. In all honesty, it sort of got me off at times. I'm not a total doormat, but I like a little abuse. But then one night when I was tied down on the bed, she squatted over me and told me she was going to shit on me, or in her words, "I'm making meatloaf, like a good little wifey! Enjoy, asshole." I managed to break out of my bondage and push her over. This is where I draw the line.
Now she may be a sadist, but even she has a line. She told me as long as she had someone else to use as a toilet, she would leave me alone. I told her I would definitely consider it, but I wasn't sure if she would ever find anyone who would agree to be used as a toilet on a regular basis. In retrospect, I should not have underestimated the perverts out there.
A few days later, she told me there was a network of people out there that were volunteering to be used as a toilet, in exchange for a place to stay, food, all that. Basically like a maid or butler, some sort of servant like that, only...you poop on them. There's some catches of course. They have the right to leave if they feel they're being abused, although I'm sure it's gone too far before. You have to go through a disease screening before they will even consider you. Then you sign a little contract, go through a little red tape, some other stuff, and then you're ready to go.
So that's what we did. We went out and handpicked our girl from the line-up, signed the papers, took the tests (I had to take a physical too, but it didn't bother me. Better than being covered in shit on a regular basis), and went through a short waiting period.
We came home with One-Oh-Eight. Short brown hair, kinda greasy and uncombed, light complexion, glazed-over green eyes, wearing a simple white dress. Being lead by a leash connected to the collar on her neck. By my girlfriend. I wish I was making that last part up.
We knew we were going out to pick One-Oh-Eight up today, so for the past two days my girlfriend has been binging on greasy fast food and my famous homemade chili. Just before we left she downed a few laxatives. By the time we got to the door of the house, she was farting such toxic fumes I swear I saw the tree in the yard start to wilt.
"You have 15 minutes, and I swear to god if she's not set up in the room, I will shit all over your face and make you eat it." She stomped her foot and clutched her stomach, throwing herself onto the couch and groaning.
One-Oh-Eight calmly handed me her leash and looked down at her feet. "Please lead me to my room. My master needs to use me."
And for a second, I saw a fire in her eyes. She was looking forward to this. The rest of her face wouldn't betray it, but her eyes did. I knew then that I was in for a sick ride.
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We entered the room, which was actually pretty stark. There was a small window on the side, and other than that it was entirely clear, grey wallpaper, special easy to clean linoleum floor. Very drab. There was a closet in the corner, which contained a futon for sleeping on and a place for 108's personal effects.
"So, uh, this is the room...you can just...sit in there." I managed to mumble out, and pointed to a small pit in the middle of the room. It was designed for someone to sit in for hours at a time, then be cleaned out once or twice a day. In front of it was a small splash shield, much like a squat toilet.
108 immediately pulled her dress off, revealing all of her naked flesh. She wasn't even wearing any underwear on the ride over. She carefully slid herself into the pit with a surprising amount of grace, and sat on the back of her feet. "Now, you ca- oh! Wait one moment."
She rummaged around in the duffel bag she brought with her and pulled out a package of diapers. She took a diaper out and put it on herself, again very gracefully. As gracefully as sliding a crinkling diaper under your ass can be, anyway. She pulled the tape around her waist and sealed up her diaper, before steping back into the pit and sitting back on her feet, rattling the diaper as she did. Through the entire process, she never once smiled, but for some reason she looked positively thrilled. Ecstatic. Raring to go.
Before I had any time to ponder this the door started booming behind me. For a moment there were no words, but I still felt a thunderous rage coming from every thump.
"You fucking...is it ready?! I'm coming in right now and shitting on the first person I see!"
"Uh, come on in Ally." I opened the door, making sure to stay behind it so she wouldn't see me.
Ally ran in and ran straight to the pit, fumbling for just a fraction of a second with her fly.
*FRRRP*
I heard the loudest, wettest fart I have ever heard, and then the room filled with a stench not unlike cow manure. Only worse.
"Ugh! Fuck...I shit myself. You fucking BITCH! You made me shit my pants! You'll fucking pay for that whore!" Ally screamed.
She yanked her pants all the way down to her ankles and pulled her panties down to her knees. Ally's face was completely red, and her pink panties were completely brown. It was a fiesta of color. I watched with horrified fascination as Ally squatted on her haunches and unloaded her bowels over 108's chest, soaking her breasts and stomach in the wettest, smelliest, foulest diarrhea I have ever seen or smelled. Every time I tried to breathe I gagged, so I just stopped breathing. I took short, sharp inhilations and tried to choke back vomit.
*Prrrrblllsklrtchfrrrp* Another wave from Ally's ass, soaking 108's head in watery chunks of mud. Trying not to look, I tried sneaking over to the window to get some fresh air. Ally screamed at me.
"Faggot! Get the fuck away from that window or I'll fucking puke on you!" Ally pinched her nose and farted out another load on 108's lap. Some of it soaked into her diaper. She let out another pungent load and sighed.
"Finished. Finally. Now clean me up you fuck." Ally demanded. I was about to put a stop to it, but 108 immediately complied, shoving her face into Ally's panties and snarfing down all the feces. There was shit everywhere, and 108 was completely brown by now.
"Don't smear it around stupid. Here." Ally handed 108 a wet towel, which she used to clean off her head. After wiping herself down she continued licking Ally's panties. Once they were somewhere approaching clean, she began tonguing her dirty asshole. 108 lapped and kissed until her lips and cheeks were brown again, and Ally was clean. Ally sighed again and pulled her pants up, before giving 108 a quick kick in the chest. "Gotta remember to flush you know." And with that she left us alone.
*Prrskrch* I heard a very faint farting noise coming from the pit. 108 had her eyes closed and her face was flushed. A few seconds later she sighed and turned to me. "Hand me another diaper please." And then I couldn't take it anymore and hurled on the floor.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Queen's Throne Bonus Story! Liviya's Story
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
The Queen's Throne Part 4
Like every morning in Dioria, the suns rays shone through the window, casting pure white light over Cassia's slender body and warming her up. Her head was rolled back over the bed, staring out the window. Her eye was fixed on a point just above the rising sun, so the effect was much like staring directly into the sun. However, she didn't blink. She continued staring straight at that point, until the strain on her eyes was too much and she had to close them for a moment. She then became more aware of the rest of her senses, and realized that she was uncomfortably hot. She didn't particularly care. She sank further into the bedding and began a high-pitched whine that must have lasted at least one minute. All was silent for a moment...until a familiar clack rang out from the next room. A tinny crackling noise followed by what was obviously massive expulsions of gas came from behind the door. Liviya moaned loudly.
"aaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Cassia screamed at the top of her lungs, startling all the little critters outside and waking up not a few farmers in the distance. Again, a moment of silence, and then a fart from next door. *FrrRT!* Cassia threw herself over and buried her face in her pillow for the umpteenth time in the past who-knows-how-many hours. For a few brief seconds, there was nothing but the sound of birds beginning to cautiously chirp in the distance and the awful, squelching noises of Liviya having a case of the shits yet again. Then, completely unannounced, two guards burst through the door and scoured the room, flipping Cassia over and shaking her violently. "What is it?! What's going on?!" They screamed. Cassia stared wide-eyed before regaining her senses. "...Oh...I'm sorry. You may go back to your post. It's nothing." The guard looked at her a moment longer and dropped her back on the bed, signalling the other to leave the room. He peered around at the furniture, under the bed, out the window, and eventually into Liviya's quarters (he slammed the door shut even more rapidly than he opened it) before edging out of the room, not looking very reassured.
The stool lid clanked back down and the sound of a bed being disturbed was heard. Cassia sighed and picked herself up, dragging her feet across the floor and over to Liviya's room. She poked her head in, trying not to breathe through her nose. "Liviya?" Silence. "Liviya?" "Mmnngrghuhgh." Cassia persisted. "Are you keeping hydrated?" Quietly, Liviya managed to groan out "Trying." Cassia made to close the door, but rethought it and swung it open again. "Oh, I'll bring you some breakfast and some water. Something easy to keep down. Alright?" "Mmmn." Cassia gently slid the door back in place and tip-toed out of her room.
Still dressed in her nightgown, she padded to the royal kitchen to see what was going on. Astoundingly, the guards let her pass without a word. (They rather liked Cassia, and for the most part trusted her judgement and independence) She entered the kitchen to see at least a dozen cooks all working to get breakfast ready for the whole castle. The scent of eggs and frying meats wafted over to Cassia, and after suffering the smell eminating from Liviya's room, she fervently savored the wonderful aroma. She snuck in through the doorway and behind a counter, and for a few minutes, no one noticed her. She just sat and watched the masters at work, sculpting their edible art. After a while though, a few eyes glanced back and noticed royalty in the back of the room, so that they turned their heads around and stared. All the others soon followed. Cassia shifted in the rickety old chair she sat on, embarassed. "Uhm...good morning." A few of the cooks mumbled "good morning" back to her, not sure of what to do. "Can..can I just...oh you can get back to work, I just..." A few cooks frantically began working again, worried they were doing something wrong. A few still paid attention to the stray queen in back. "I was just wondering if I may use your facilities here? To cook breakfast?" The cooks stood flabbergasted, utterly confused. "You..want to cook?" They pondered this a bit, and then they all smiled at once, as if they'd rehearsed it. "Please, be our guest...or, rather, we'll be yours I suppose." She giggled and began to prepare something good for Liviya, as well as her own breakfast.
The cooks turned out to be good fun, once they acclimated to having royalty in their midst. They joked and laughed as they showed her how to prepare the food (she'd never actually cooked before, being first a princess and then a queen), and she seemed to be having just as much fun as them. With several plates piled with eggs and bacon and oatmeal and toast and various sweet things and greasy things and hot things and cold things (and drinks, of course) she attempted to wave back at them as she was leaving, but couldn't even tell where she was facing with the stacks of food so high. Instead she shouted "Thanks!" and set off for her room. Upon arrival she dumped off her portion on the nearest flat surface and took a plate of food, a small bowl of oatmeal and a cup of water into Liviya's room. She left it by her bedside table, patted her on the head and left without saying a word. As she was leaving, however, she thought she heard Liviya mutter "Thank you."
An hour later, Cassia was rethinking the entire plan. With still several bites of food left, Cassia wasn't entirely sure where should would put it even if she DID have the courage to put it in her mouth, chew and swallow. Her stomach was now showing a slight bulge, and on top of that she felt a dull ache in the area. She felt bloated, gluttonous and generally awful. She took a few deep breaths and laid down. "On the plus side, I haven't heard a peep from Liviya." She thought. Actually, she had heard silverware clanging, and if she strained she heard what might have been muffled chewing and drinking, but other than that, nothing. Anyway, by now the ache was subsiding, and she felt relaxed enough to slip into a coma...
But her servants had other plans. It was now the middle of the morning, and her servants appeared to groom her, dress her and send her on her way. Gabriel appeared shortly behind them and deliberately kept his expression blank. He was easy to read though; he wasn't happy. Although, he never really was. "I was informed of your little adventure this morning." Cassia said nothing and just looked straight ahead, seemingly ignoring Gabriel. Inwardly, however, she was grinning ear to metaphorical ear. "I don't want this to happen again, do you understand?" Again, she said nothing. He sighed and decided to just change the subject. "Are you prepared to visit Coldmarsh today?" "I suppose." She wasn't sounding eager, but she knew it had to be done anyway. Gabriel paced around the room. "I've arranged a replacement for Liviya. Her name i-" Cassia stopped him short. "It's alright, I don't require assistance. Just bring me a stool and something to wash myself." He gave her a funny look. "You're certain? ...And wait, where is your stool?" She feigned ignorance, but it was no use; he was too stubborn and too clever to just let it go. She told him she lent it to Liviya, and for a moment, he seemed angry. He glared and it looked like his face might start turning red, and perhaps he would storm out of the room or scold Cassia or something to that effect. Instead, after a moment of reflection, he began pacing again and wore a completely calm expression. "As you wish." Cassia decided to let it drop there and finish being dressed, but she was more than a little troubled at the display.
For the second time in two days, they piled into the carriage, a spare stool in Gabriel's arms, an armed escort and the driver among the group. They set off down the rocky road to Coldmarsh. On the way, Cassia's tummy began to ache again. This time, the pain was a little lower down her torso...
"aaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Cassia screamed at the top of her lungs, startling all the little critters outside and waking up not a few farmers in the distance. Again, a moment of silence, and then a fart from next door. *FrrRT!* Cassia threw herself over and buried her face in her pillow for the umpteenth time in the past who-knows-how-many hours. For a few brief seconds, there was nothing but the sound of birds beginning to cautiously chirp in the distance and the awful, squelching noises of Liviya having a case of the shits yet again. Then, completely unannounced, two guards burst through the door and scoured the room, flipping Cassia over and shaking her violently. "What is it?! What's going on?!" They screamed. Cassia stared wide-eyed before regaining her senses. "...Oh...I'm sorry. You may go back to your post. It's nothing." The guard looked at her a moment longer and dropped her back on the bed, signalling the other to leave the room. He peered around at the furniture, under the bed, out the window, and eventually into Liviya's quarters (he slammed the door shut even more rapidly than he opened it) before edging out of the room, not looking very reassured.
The stool lid clanked back down and the sound of a bed being disturbed was heard. Cassia sighed and picked herself up, dragging her feet across the floor and over to Liviya's room. She poked her head in, trying not to breathe through her nose. "Liviya?" Silence. "Liviya?" "Mmnngrghuhgh." Cassia persisted. "Are you keeping hydrated?" Quietly, Liviya managed to groan out "Trying." Cassia made to close the door, but rethought it and swung it open again. "Oh, I'll bring you some breakfast and some water. Something easy to keep down. Alright?" "Mmmn." Cassia gently slid the door back in place and tip-toed out of her room.
Still dressed in her nightgown, she padded to the royal kitchen to see what was going on. Astoundingly, the guards let her pass without a word. (They rather liked Cassia, and for the most part trusted her judgement and independence) She entered the kitchen to see at least a dozen cooks all working to get breakfast ready for the whole castle. The scent of eggs and frying meats wafted over to Cassia, and after suffering the smell eminating from Liviya's room, she fervently savored the wonderful aroma. She snuck in through the doorway and behind a counter, and for a few minutes, no one noticed her. She just sat and watched the masters at work, sculpting their edible art. After a while though, a few eyes glanced back and noticed royalty in the back of the room, so that they turned their heads around and stared. All the others soon followed. Cassia shifted in the rickety old chair she sat on, embarassed. "Uhm...good morning." A few of the cooks mumbled "good morning" back to her, not sure of what to do. "Can..can I just...oh you can get back to work, I just..." A few cooks frantically began working again, worried they were doing something wrong. A few still paid attention to the stray queen in back. "I was just wondering if I may use your facilities here? To cook breakfast?" The cooks stood flabbergasted, utterly confused. "You..want to cook?" They pondered this a bit, and then they all smiled at once, as if they'd rehearsed it. "Please, be our guest...or, rather, we'll be yours I suppose." She giggled and began to prepare something good for Liviya, as well as her own breakfast.
The cooks turned out to be good fun, once they acclimated to having royalty in their midst. They joked and laughed as they showed her how to prepare the food (she'd never actually cooked before, being first a princess and then a queen), and she seemed to be having just as much fun as them. With several plates piled with eggs and bacon and oatmeal and toast and various sweet things and greasy things and hot things and cold things (and drinks, of course) she attempted to wave back at them as she was leaving, but couldn't even tell where she was facing with the stacks of food so high. Instead she shouted "Thanks!" and set off for her room. Upon arrival she dumped off her portion on the nearest flat surface and took a plate of food, a small bowl of oatmeal and a cup of water into Liviya's room. She left it by her bedside table, patted her on the head and left without saying a word. As she was leaving, however, she thought she heard Liviya mutter "Thank you."
An hour later, Cassia was rethinking the entire plan. With still several bites of food left, Cassia wasn't entirely sure where should would put it even if she DID have the courage to put it in her mouth, chew and swallow. Her stomach was now showing a slight bulge, and on top of that she felt a dull ache in the area. She felt bloated, gluttonous and generally awful. She took a few deep breaths and laid down. "On the plus side, I haven't heard a peep from Liviya." She thought. Actually, she had heard silverware clanging, and if she strained she heard what might have been muffled chewing and drinking, but other than that, nothing. Anyway, by now the ache was subsiding, and she felt relaxed enough to slip into a coma...
But her servants had other plans. It was now the middle of the morning, and her servants appeared to groom her, dress her and send her on her way. Gabriel appeared shortly behind them and deliberately kept his expression blank. He was easy to read though; he wasn't happy. Although, he never really was. "I was informed of your little adventure this morning." Cassia said nothing and just looked straight ahead, seemingly ignoring Gabriel. Inwardly, however, she was grinning ear to metaphorical ear. "I don't want this to happen again, do you understand?" Again, she said nothing. He sighed and decided to just change the subject. "Are you prepared to visit Coldmarsh today?" "I suppose." She wasn't sounding eager, but she knew it had to be done anyway. Gabriel paced around the room. "I've arranged a replacement for Liviya. Her name i-" Cassia stopped him short. "It's alright, I don't require assistance. Just bring me a stool and something to wash myself." He gave her a funny look. "You're certain? ...And wait, where is your stool?" She feigned ignorance, but it was no use; he was too stubborn and too clever to just let it go. She told him she lent it to Liviya, and for a moment, he seemed angry. He glared and it looked like his face might start turning red, and perhaps he would storm out of the room or scold Cassia or something to that effect. Instead, after a moment of reflection, he began pacing again and wore a completely calm expression. "As you wish." Cassia decided to let it drop there and finish being dressed, but she was more than a little troubled at the display.
For the second time in two days, they piled into the carriage, a spare stool in Gabriel's arms, an armed escort and the driver among the group. They set off down the rocky road to Coldmarsh. On the way, Cassia's tummy began to ache again. This time, the pain was a little lower down her torso...
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Queen's Throne Part 3
The sun's rays spread across the room, magnified by the properties of the window, falling onto Cassia's face and bathing her in a beautiful glow, accenting her best features. She gripped the bedding with her left hand and rolled gently to the other side of the bed, throwing her right hand over first. Her eyes were still closed, and as she settled into the pillow again, she slowly pried her eyes half-open. At the first glimpse of her aide, she slammed her eyelids shut again and feigned sleep. "You have duties today, m'lady. We must oversee the building of the church in the village of Coldmarsh. You know this." She whined and buried her head in the pillow. "Gabriel, do you honestly intend me to go to a place known as 'Coldmarsh' now? I'm not feeling well." He pulled the bedding away and grabbed her cooly by the shoulder. "Yes, I do. You will be dressed in a few moments. Be ready." He pulled her to her feet and left the room.
Later, as her servants finish adjusting her dress and brushing her hair, Liviya exits her bedroom. "Ah, g-good morning...m'lady." Liviya stared down at her feet and blushed, not looking in Cassia's direction. Liviya stood in the corner and didn't say a word the rest of the time Cassia's servants were there, and then followed her out of the bedroom and down the corridor, where Gabriel was waiting for them. He stood leaning against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently. When the girls reached him, they stood for a few moments, waiting for him to speak. He finally piped up. "Are you forgetting something, Liviya?" Liviya looked around the corridor, checked her pockets, looked over the both of them and then shrugged. Gabriel rolled his eyes and sighed, giving Liviya a few moments to suddenly remember what she'd forgotten. She yelped and ran back to the bedroom, the door banging against the wall as she dashed in. Gabriel held his head in his hand. "Perhaps she was a bad choice..." Cassia grinned at him. "She's fine. I think I'm beginning to even adore her." Gabriel sneered in her direction until Liviya returned, carrying the "royal stool." She bowed while trying to catch her breath. "I..uhm...apologize. I forgot..." Gabriel ignored her. "The carriage is waiting for us." And with that, they left.
They all piled into the carriage and left for Coldmarsh. The ride was bumpy, as many of the roads along the way were in an awful state of disuse. Cassia's stomach still wasn't completely settled from the other night, and Liviya too looked rather uncomfortable. Cassia laid her hands in her lap the entire ride. Gabriel stared out at the landscape. Liviya looked like she was trying not to vomit the entire time. The only other person in the carriage, a guard, sat motionless, fixing his eyes on a point between Cassia and Gabriel. Everyone seemed to be entirely in their own world.
Roughly twenty minutes away from their destination, a putrid smell reached everyone's nostrils. The guard looked uncomfortable and embarassed, trying to fan his nose discreetly. Gabriel looked between everyone and sneered, before looking out the window again. Cassia looked at everyone, but then fixed her gaze on Liviya, who began to look a sickening shade of green. She was also breathing erraticly. "...Should we stop for a moment?" Cassia asked her, and her eyes immediately shot up. She nodded hastily. Cassia tugged Gabriel's sleave. "Pull the carriage over a moment, I think Livivya's about to be sick." Gabriel groaned. "You must be...alright." He leaned out the window and yelled at the driver to stop. He pulled in the reigns and the carriage lurched to a stop by the side of the road in a field of very tall grass. Liviya rushed out, with Cassia following her out of concern. The guard quickly got his act together and followed them. Gabriel, however, remained behind, yelling to them "Remember that we have commitments! Don't be long!"
Liviya ran through the tall grass with one hand cupped to her mouth. Once she was just barely out of sight of everyone, save for Cassia, she stopped. In a rather impressive feat, with one hand still covering her mouth she pulled her dress up and her underwear down and squatted over the ground. With no hesitation, she removed her hand from her mouth and retched. She clutched her abdomen for dear life and retched again, chunks rising in her throat. Cassia bravely walked up and stood beside her, keeping well clear of her mouth and ass, and patted her in the head, half looking away. "There there." She cooed. Liviya gagged again and spilt steaming chunks of vomit onto the ground, while her other end sputtered and released gallons upon gallons of watery diarrhea. The smell was intolerable, and Cassia was trying hard to keep from puking just the same. She patted her on the shoulder. "Should we return for the day?" Liviya spat and caught her breath before answering. "...M...M'lady, you have...business...erk..." Liviya threw up again. Cassia then realized that Liviya was much stronger than she appeared, perhaps even stubborn.
"We can reschedule for tomorrow, and I can bring along a replacement for you...or even do without your position altogether." Liviya shivered as her bowels let loose again. *PrrtCLRRKKspllt* Cassia had finally had enough. "We're going home. I'll bring the things you need to clean yourself up and then we'll ride home. You're not well." Cassia parted the grass and walked back to the carriage, making eye contact with the guard as she passed. His eyes seemed to be filled with sympathy, as if to say "Good job, taking care of the poor, sick girl." She paused for a split second and turned around to face him. "Did you hear any of that commotion?" He shrugged, but his eyes again gave him away. Cassia pushed this out of her mind and approached the carriage. Gabriel did not look amused. She explained the situation and Gabriel sneered. "We can't do this any other day, it needs to be now. You have responsiblities." She gave him an icy glare, and for once, he felt respect for her, if only through a very vague sense of fear. Perhaps she could make a good leader after all. "The church will be there tomorrow. It's not even complete yet. They will understand." She grabbed the things she needed and took them back to Liviya. Liviya looked depressed, pale and worn out. She led Liviya by the hand back to the carriage, and they turned around to go home. They had to stop one more time for Liviya to vomit by the roadside, but fortunately she never made a mess.
When they arrived back in the mid-afternoon, Liviya crawled into bed and passed out. Cassia was at first afraid she might be in mortal peril, but after checking her over, the royal physician assured her it was a minor stomach flu and would pass in a few days. She breathed a sigh of relief and went to bring Liviya a bucket. Along with the bucket, Cassia left her own stool by Liviya's bedside. She brushed the hair away from her eyes and felt her sweltering forehead. "You deserve the best, perhaps more than I do." She retired to her bedchamber and laid herself down. Minutes later, she heard rustling from the next room, followed by Liviya vomitting into the bucket, then more rustling and the sound of vicious diarrhea hitting the pot. Cassia rubbed her eyes and groaned in disgust. "This will be a long night..."
Later, as her servants finish adjusting her dress and brushing her hair, Liviya exits her bedroom. "Ah, g-good morning...m'lady." Liviya stared down at her feet and blushed, not looking in Cassia's direction. Liviya stood in the corner and didn't say a word the rest of the time Cassia's servants were there, and then followed her out of the bedroom and down the corridor, where Gabriel was waiting for them. He stood leaning against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently. When the girls reached him, they stood for a few moments, waiting for him to speak. He finally piped up. "Are you forgetting something, Liviya?" Liviya looked around the corridor, checked her pockets, looked over the both of them and then shrugged. Gabriel rolled his eyes and sighed, giving Liviya a few moments to suddenly remember what she'd forgotten. She yelped and ran back to the bedroom, the door banging against the wall as she dashed in. Gabriel held his head in his hand. "Perhaps she was a bad choice..." Cassia grinned at him. "She's fine. I think I'm beginning to even adore her." Gabriel sneered in her direction until Liviya returned, carrying the "royal stool." She bowed while trying to catch her breath. "I..uhm...apologize. I forgot..." Gabriel ignored her. "The carriage is waiting for us." And with that, they left.
They all piled into the carriage and left for Coldmarsh. The ride was bumpy, as many of the roads along the way were in an awful state of disuse. Cassia's stomach still wasn't completely settled from the other night, and Liviya too looked rather uncomfortable. Cassia laid her hands in her lap the entire ride. Gabriel stared out at the landscape. Liviya looked like she was trying not to vomit the entire time. The only other person in the carriage, a guard, sat motionless, fixing his eyes on a point between Cassia and Gabriel. Everyone seemed to be entirely in their own world.
Roughly twenty minutes away from their destination, a putrid smell reached everyone's nostrils. The guard looked uncomfortable and embarassed, trying to fan his nose discreetly. Gabriel looked between everyone and sneered, before looking out the window again. Cassia looked at everyone, but then fixed her gaze on Liviya, who began to look a sickening shade of green. She was also breathing erraticly. "...Should we stop for a moment?" Cassia asked her, and her eyes immediately shot up. She nodded hastily. Cassia tugged Gabriel's sleave. "Pull the carriage over a moment, I think Livivya's about to be sick." Gabriel groaned. "You must be...alright." He leaned out the window and yelled at the driver to stop. He pulled in the reigns and the carriage lurched to a stop by the side of the road in a field of very tall grass. Liviya rushed out, with Cassia following her out of concern. The guard quickly got his act together and followed them. Gabriel, however, remained behind, yelling to them "Remember that we have commitments! Don't be long!"
Liviya ran through the tall grass with one hand cupped to her mouth. Once she was just barely out of sight of everyone, save for Cassia, she stopped. In a rather impressive feat, with one hand still covering her mouth she pulled her dress up and her underwear down and squatted over the ground. With no hesitation, she removed her hand from her mouth and retched. She clutched her abdomen for dear life and retched again, chunks rising in her throat. Cassia bravely walked up and stood beside her, keeping well clear of her mouth and ass, and patted her in the head, half looking away. "There there." She cooed. Liviya gagged again and spilt steaming chunks of vomit onto the ground, while her other end sputtered and released gallons upon gallons of watery diarrhea. The smell was intolerable, and Cassia was trying hard to keep from puking just the same. She patted her on the shoulder. "Should we return for the day?" Liviya spat and caught her breath before answering. "...M...M'lady, you have...business...erk..." Liviya threw up again. Cassia then realized that Liviya was much stronger than she appeared, perhaps even stubborn.
"We can reschedule for tomorrow, and I can bring along a replacement for you...or even do without your position altogether." Liviya shivered as her bowels let loose again. *PrrtCLRRKKspllt* Cassia had finally had enough. "We're going home. I'll bring the things you need to clean yourself up and then we'll ride home. You're not well." Cassia parted the grass and walked back to the carriage, making eye contact with the guard as she passed. His eyes seemed to be filled with sympathy, as if to say "Good job, taking care of the poor, sick girl." She paused for a split second and turned around to face him. "Did you hear any of that commotion?" He shrugged, but his eyes again gave him away. Cassia pushed this out of her mind and approached the carriage. Gabriel did not look amused. She explained the situation and Gabriel sneered. "We can't do this any other day, it needs to be now. You have responsiblities." She gave him an icy glare, and for once, he felt respect for her, if only through a very vague sense of fear. Perhaps she could make a good leader after all. "The church will be there tomorrow. It's not even complete yet. They will understand." She grabbed the things she needed and took them back to Liviya. Liviya looked depressed, pale and worn out. She led Liviya by the hand back to the carriage, and they turned around to go home. They had to stop one more time for Liviya to vomit by the roadside, but fortunately she never made a mess.
When they arrived back in the mid-afternoon, Liviya crawled into bed and passed out. Cassia was at first afraid she might be in mortal peril, but after checking her over, the royal physician assured her it was a minor stomach flu and would pass in a few days. She breathed a sigh of relief and went to bring Liviya a bucket. Along with the bucket, Cassia left her own stool by Liviya's bedside. She brushed the hair away from her eyes and felt her sweltering forehead. "You deserve the best, perhaps more than I do." She retired to her bedchamber and laid herself down. Minutes later, she heard rustling from the next room, followed by Liviya vomitting into the bucket, then more rustling and the sound of vicious diarrhea hitting the pot. Cassia rubbed her eyes and groaned in disgust. "This will be a long night..."
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