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.
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