The castle's dungeon was both cold and damp, but Alina didn't mind. She had been sent here as a punishment for her insolence against the queen, and she knew that this was just another part of her new life as a servant girl. Her tight body ached from the beatings she had received earlier, and her small tits were still sore from the rough handling they had endured.
She had been given the task of cleaning the dungeon's latrines, which were filthy beyond belief. The stench was overpowering, but she knew better than to complain. Her mistress, the cruel queen, delighted in forcing her to perform such humiliating tasks. Alina knelt down beside the first toilet and took a deep breath before lowering her face into the bowl.
As she began scrubbing at the hardened feces with a bristled brush, she couldn't help but wonder about the toilet slave who would soon be coming for his turn. The thought made her heart race. They called him "PooAlina" because he was her personal toilet slave; he would eagerly open his mouth and let her poop into it whenever she desired.
Her mind drifted back to their first meeting. She had been standing over the open toilet, her bare bottom just over the edge. He had looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and excitement, and she had grinned down at him, knowing what was to come. With a smile, she had lowered herself onto the cold seat, spreading her legs wide, and moments later, had felt the hot rush of her own shit filling his waiting mouth.
The memory sent a thrill through her, and she found herself growing wet between her legs. Suddenly, she heard the rustling of chains as PooAlina approached. She looked up and saw him; his cock was already hard beneath his ragged clothes, straining against the confines of his pants. She grinned at him wickedly before returning to her task.
As she worked, she couldn't help but tease him. "You know what to do when I'm done here, don't you?" She purred, deliberately dragging out the word "done." He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving the toilet bowl.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the latrine was clean. Alina rose to her feet, stretching languidly, enjoying the way her body moved beneath the thin cotton shift she wore. She turned to face PooAlina, who knelt before her, his mouth already open in eager anticipation.
Without further hesitation, Alina lowered herself once again onto the hard toilet seat. This time, however, she felt a sense of power and control that was almost intoxicating. As she unfastened her clothes and bared herself to him, she couldn't help but enjoy the look of awe on his face.
When she was finally ready, she gave him a gentle nudge. "Go ahead," she said in a sultry voice. "I know you want it." He didn't need to be told twice. With a moan of ecstasy, he opened his mouth wide, revealing his tongue as it eagerly awaited her offering. She placed the tip of her index finger against the opening of her anus and teasingly dragged it back and forth across the hard, hot surface.
Finally, with a expert aim, she positioned herself perfectly, and with one swift movement, she pushed her loose, wet kitten out into his eagerly waiting mouth. She could feel the soft squelch of his tongue and the vibrations of his throat as he swallowed her offering. As he began to lick his lips, she couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph.
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and watched him intently as he continued to clean her tiny anal beads from her rectum, licking each one clean and shiny before placing them back in his mouth. As he finished his work and rose to his feet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. PooAlina, had become hers, body and soul.
