Part 5: Valery
Valery watched as Princess Ela and her friends continued to chat away without any regard for his presence. He remained on his knees underneath the dainty Princesses, his head pressed against the cold tile of the floor. The warmth emanating from their bodies was the only source of warmth he felt as they casually defecated and urinated on him.
Princess Ela finally moved, stepping off the platform of the toilet that had been her throne. Valery's heart skipped a beat as he realized he was about to be used once again. The Princess's delicate hand rested on his shoulder, guiding him towards the bowl. He blushed deeply, already feeling the familiar heat in his loins.
The other girls giggled as Princess Ela lowered herself onto the toilet, her soft flesh enveloping Valery's mouth. He opened his mouth obediently, accepting her offering of excrement. The warm, chunky mess filled his mouth, causing him to gag reflexively. He knew better than to hesitate, however, so he swallowed as much as he could before Ela pulled her pussy out of his reach.
Ela casually wiped her hand on a nearby towel, leaving behind a sticky residue. She stared down at Valery, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" she taunted.
Valery managed to sputter out a reply through his gag reflex. "N-no, Princess Ela," he stammered.
"Good boy," she cooed, reaching down to pat him on the head.
Ela stood up and walked away, sailing towards one of the other toilets. The other girls followed suit, each one stopping to defecate or urinate on Valery before moving on. He tried his best to clean himself up, using his shirt to wipe away the mess. But there was only so much he could do in his current position.
As the last girl left the room, Valery finally crawled out from under the toilet platforms. His body ached from being used so constantly, but he knew better than to complain. He grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and started cleaning, preparing for the next round of activities.
He thought of his wife, who he hadn't seen in months. He wondered what she would think if she knew what he was doing here. Would she be disgusted? Or would she understand that this was his duty, his punishment for his transgressions?
Valery didn't know the answers to these questions, and he didn't know if he ever would. All he knew was that he had to endure, for as long as it took, until his princesses deemed him worthy enough to return home.
