Latrine Defecation Training and Anal Deflowering
This installment of the stroll might be a bit hard on the eyes. It's all a matter of taste, after all. --------------
Silveryia had indeed said a few days ago that she'd offer her anal virginity to the orc in exchange for Sir Kandor's safety. That meant, at the very least, her ass was his to do with as he pleased.
"I-in a place like this... It's not even somewhere else. I didn't dare hope it'd be my bedroom, with its faint aroma. I figured it'd be my tent at best, or worst case, some hidden spot between barracks like last time, where no one would see him take my rear pussy virginity."
But this... this was...
"Th-the soldiers' latrine...! Isn't this too much?!"
Silveryia stared at the orc who intended to claim her here, of all places—her anal virginity be damned. 'This orc plans to thoroughly break me today...'
To take the noble heir of the Isis family—even if it was just her rear hole—in a stinking shithole like this was to say her rear virginity, her very self, wasn't worth more than that.
"Haa... haa... It's humiliating, beyond shameful—it's saying my worth as a person is just some gutter-rolling sow who sticks out her ass in a latrine."
Who would treat her this way? Sure, unlike other noble daughters prancing in frilly dresses to seduce fine gentlemen over elegant tea, she'd donned bloodstained armor, sword in hand, and thrown away her value as a woman—but still.
"Y-you're gonna fuck me... in the latrine...?"
"What's the problem?"
The orc said it so casually, as if trampling what little pride and dignity she had left as a woman—after already crushing her value as a human—was no big deal.
'I should be angry... Even if it means going back on my word, I should throw a childish fit and beg the enemy general that at least not here...'
"Y-you ruthless bastard... How far are you gonna crush me...?"
"Human dignity, shame, pride, honor... Those are what let you exist as humans. But are you human?"
"Ah..."
Silveryia swallowed hard under the orc's impassive gaze.
'This orc... he's serious... Hate to admit it, but that look in his eyes demands a once-in-a-lifetime resolve. It's the gaze of a male willing to do anything to claim his bitch.'
Something felt off in the orc's eyes, looking down at her as if it were the most natural thing. 'This Lewd Curse... it's not reacting...'
Every time she'd met the orc before, her abdominal Lewd Curse had let her know he lusted after her. She'd rationalized her reactions to his touch as the curse's fault, enduring it that way. But now? He was just watching as his guards groped her, brought her to this filthy latrine to take her anal virginity—a historically vile act—and yet he stared calmly, amused, with no lust in his eyes.
No lust directed at her. That meant...
'Losing my rear virginity here isn't the point... Today, if I screw up...'
Silveryia broke into cold sweat, certain her life hinged on enduring whatever this orc had planned. Trembling, she looked up at him in fear.
Noticing the emotion in her eyes, the orc held out a pill-like thing from his hand.
"Wh-what's that...?"
"Eat it. Obvious it's suspicious, right?"
"It's not some aphrodisiac?"
"How can I trust that?"
"Doesn't your Lewd Curse tell you? It's not."
"...If it were, the curse would've glowed right away."
Silveryia snatched the dubious pill from the unresponsive orc and popped it straight into her mouth. As it slid down her throat, his voice rang in her ear.
"Today's main event is just defecation training, after all."
"?"
"Defecation includes piss and shit, y'know."
Gulp.
"?! 'No way?!'"
Reading her horrified eyes, the orc just smirked down at her.
Realizing what he planned, Silveryia tried to vomit it up—but grrrgle!
"Hngh?! My, my stomach...!"
Clutching her ominously rumbling belly, she collapsed. The orc stroked her head.
"Special brew from Goju. Goblins use it for constipation—works so fast, absorbs the second it hits your throat. Every demon king soldier's got some."
"T-toilet... grrrgle, grrrgl!"
She couldn't even hear him. All she wanted was the toilet before her guts exploded.
Silveryia crawled away from his petting hand, ass-up toward the latrine—but
"No, can't have that."
"Krrk?!"
Yanked back by her collar, she flew into the orc. Pffft! A massive fart echoed out—something every creature lets rip dozens of times a day.
"U-uwaaaah... Now he's heard my farts too?!"
But that was a problem for later.
"T-toilet... Let me go to the toilet...!"
"..."
The orc didn't budge. Was it because she hadn't begged properly? Pride screamed no, but desperate not to shit in front of him, she flattened like a dog.
"P-please, please... Let me go to the toilet, Master!"
"..."
'Why? Why no answer even when I beg like this?'
Time running out, she grabbed his leg. Was it her uppity noble speech?
"Master? Master! I beg you! Please, please let me go shit!"
"..."
"Why! What's the problem! Say something!"
As she screamed in frustration at his silence, murmurs from nearby soldiers watching reached her.
"Look at that—is that the legendary shitting puppy?"
"Fur's so glossy, like a noble's pet dog."
"Even noble dogs got their own toilet?"
"You think it'd shit in a toilet? Nah, it shits where its master trained it to."
"Eh...?"
'No way... For real?'
Praying it wasn't what she thought, Silveryia looked at the orc pleadingly—but
"Guess milady's never raised a dog? Soldiers know better."
"N-no...!"
She tried to flee. No, not here! Soldiers came and went constantly—not just the orc watching!
But he gripped her collar tight, standing firm—like a trainer teaching his dog this was its toilet.
"Ah...!"
Looking up desperately, the orc said coldly,
"Do dogs care about human eyes?"
Meeting his empty gaze, Silveryia smiled faintly.
"...No♥"
She dropped prone—and a shameful brrrpt! ripped from her ass, followed by a flood of yellowish-brown shit.
"Aaah... They're watching... Everyone's seeing me, Silveryia, shitting...!"
"More like the silver bitch shitting, technically."
She didn't hear him. Only the splattering of her shit on the ground and the depraved pleasure of it filled her.
Finally, after what felt forever, it ended. The orc fetched a wet rag from somewhere, wiped her ass without minding the stench, and said,
"Good girl. Our puppy. From now on, shit where I tell you."
"Aaah..."
As he wiped her tenderly for ages, he casually spread her asshole, inspecting.
"Goju's stuff is the real deal. Cleans you out while pushing—special shaman brew. Shat like hell, but spotless inside."
"D-don't touch...!"
Sure, he'd seen and touched her shithole before—but after showing him something even too gross for a pet? Still, she didn't resist his gentle wiping, her sensitive body shivering at the wet cloth—until something prodded her asscrack.
'No way?!'
Her face paled. He was serious.
"Now, time for your promised rear virginity—"
"What?! W-wait!"
Squelch!
"You're really—hngguuuuh?!"
It was in. The orc's cock—in her filthy hole! Rubbing her walls, Silveryia lolled her tongue unwittingly.
"H-hot! Don't move! Ah! Don't scratch there!"
She'd said he'd take it here, but thought it casual. Never dreamed he'd actually mount her—shock and pleasure doubled.
"For real, uhoooooh?! Really fucking my shithole! Ahak! Orc cock in my shitholeee!"
Tongue twisting, she panted in ecstasy.
"Pull out! Out! Uhng! Take it out!"
"Reward for my good bitch, but you don't like?"
"I never wanted this rewa—hiiik?!"
"Don't moveee! So hooot!!"
She flailed, but panted at his massive rod pressing her womb past her walls. Revulsion, yes—but her body heated up too.
"Out... Out, you baaad... nya♥"
'Ah... Getting fucked like a dog in front of everyone... Panting like one, on my own shit, taking orc cock...!'
She kicked like a tantrum at the orc gripping her ass, pounding her shithole—her futile rebellion against the curse. But seeing her glowing pink abdomen, he laughed.
"Heh, look at you loving it."
"Wh-who is! Don't spank meee!"
Squelch squelch squelch! Lewd anal symphony played, his meat-rod the vulgar bow.
Smack! Smack!
"No spankinggg?!"
Each slap made her walls clench pleasurably around him. Amused, he smacked her ass-button like a toy.
"You're just born lewd."
"Am nooot♥ Nooot lewd—"
"Like this?" Slam!
"Hngiiiik?!"
He'd gone gentle for her first time, but her words pissed him off—he slammed hard. Caught off-guard, she faceplanted. Her massive tits squished so flat he worried they'd pop like balloons under his pounding hips.
"Ugegek! Don't crush! R-real, my womb's getting squished! By cock, wombsquish!!"
"Not like this?"
"Hiiiik?!"
Teasing snaps made her pussy gush despite protests, soaking the dry ground like a bitch in heat.
Thrusting like a rutting sow-fucker, he reached for motionless Silveryia.
"Hii... hii..."
"What? Not bitch, but pig?"
Grabbed by the hair, head yanked up—tongue out, panting. He shrugged off needless worry, flattened her, and railed.
Glancing around mid-rut, he whispered,
"See 'em?"
"Heek... heek..."
"Soldiers watching us."
"Ungh, heek... Huh?"
Soldiers? Her mind snapped alert.
"Ah... They're watching."
Dozens of eyes ogled her lewd mating—like a wild dog and silver bitch humping. But she had no sanity left for details, too busy panting at the diligent wall-scraping cock.
"Ah... They're seeing it. My lewd mating!"
"Yeah, everyone sees, my bitch-cumdump."
Whispering, he hooked her knees, hoisting her legs.
"Aat?!"
Lifted suddenly, she pawed to cover her eyes—futile.
"P-put down! Down!"
"Why? You love being seen."
"Who loves th—hik! Don't thrust! No moooove!"
Ignoring her, he stabbed her shithole relentlessly. She wanted to curse him—but her body, tamed by him, moved to his will. Even her orgasms were his to grant.
He knew it, thrusting wilder.
"Uoooooh! Here it comes! Gonna cum, Silveryia!"
"Don't cum! Can't cum! Not in my shithole pussy with everyone watching! Nooo!"
Her desperate plea ignored—a boiling surge, and he erupted into her anus.
"Hngiiiiik?! O-orc cum! Orc cum in my shitholeeee!! So hoooot!! No, nooo! Burning me uuuup!!"
"Then reincarnate as my sex slave next life too!"
"G-gonna cum! Cumming cummingcummingcuuumiiing!! Lewdly cumming in front of the troops!!"
His endless fountain gushed baby-batter everywhere; she climaxed, squirting clear from her pussy as her body whitened.
"Heek... heek..."
As her squirt tapered, he tossed her down. Admiring the faucet-dripping anal cream, he whispered,
"So, wanna be mine?"
"D-don't make me laaaugh...♥"
Licking dirt yet defiantly(?) refusing, he shrugged.
"Aw, shit— that was my last card. I lost the bet, so I'm dead meat now?"
"Heh... hehe... Serves you riiight..."
Squirting weakly, smirking triumphant—he patted her head smiling.
"Time to claim the bet prize."
"W-wait... I'm still cuuuming...♥"
"Now? While leaking my cum? Lame~ I'll be in the cave under the peak. Wait days if needed. Bring my head—and that subordinate, uh, Kandor? Whatever."
Dusting her off, he fingered her leaking anus once, shook his cock, and walked off.
"Ah..."
"Oh, bring the bear pelt too?"
Not forgetting the afterthought, he vanished. Filthy with dirt and muck, Silveryia stared blankly at his back.
Bet tomorrow he'd show up casual as ever to ravage her. As if. I won't fall for it.
Days passed—one, two, more—but the orc never came to Silveryia.