Chapter 41 Hiding Like a Coward

With a swift motion, Slasher shifted his weight, applying more force to Kaka's belly. A strangled groan escaped Kaka's lips as his resistance wavered, his muscles quivering under the strain.

"Please... don't make me..." Kaka pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes. But Slasher only laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the room.

 "Oh, I think you'll enjoy this," Slasher sneered, his feet pressing down even further. 

"After all, you love being humiliated, don't you?"

"Ahh!" Kaka cried out as the sensation intensified, his body trembling with the effort of holding back the tide. But it was no use. With a sudden, violent lurch, the dam broke, and Kaka felt the warm, sticky mess begin to push its way up his throat. Kaka clenched his butt so hard that he started to fart from his mouth. The hatchlings watched, frozen, their grip on each other tightening.

Kaka's stomach churned violently, and he gagged as the foul substance forced its way past his lips. His throat spasmed, trying to reject the vile intrusion, but it was no use. The mess flowed freely, splattering onto the floor in a sickening display of degradation.

"Oh, no you don't," Slasher sneered, catching Kaka just as he began to gasp for air.

"You think you can shit through your mouth and avoid splashing these little hatchlings? No, no, no, not this time, slave! You will splash these shitty hatchlings with your kaka! If they love Kaka so much then give them kaka!"

In one fluid movement, Slasher yanked his filthy loincloth free from his pants and shoved it down Kaka's throat, muffling his cries. Kaka's eyes bulged, panic setting in as he struggled to breathe, the cloth, filthy and never washed, choking off any chance of feces escaping through his mouth.

"There, now we've got you sealed up tight," Slasher laughed, satisfaction evident in his tone.

"Time to shower your precious hatchlings in shit! Open wide, shitty hatchlings, your beloved Kaka is about to burst!"

The hatchlings still huddled together, exchanged nervous glances, their young minds grappling with the twisted spectacle unfolding before them.

Slasher watched with a perverse delight, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Let's see how long you can hold out," he mused aloud, his voice carrying a hint of cruel amusement.

"The longer you resist, the sweeter the release, right?"

Kaka's fingers clawed at the ground, his body arching involuntarily as the pressure built inside him. The hatchlings whimpered, their faces a mask of terror as they braced themselves for the coming deluge as they sheepishly eyed Kaka's twitching butt hole.

"Come on, give in," Slasher coaxed, his voice a whisper now, almost seductive in its intensity.

"Let it all out, show these little runts what the word Kaka really means."

Kaka's body trembled violently, his resistance crumbling under the relentless pressure. The hatchlings gasped, their hands covering their mouths in a desperate attempt to silence their cries.

Kaka's world narrowed to the point of breaking, his body on the verge of exploding from within. The hatchlings squeezed their eyes shut, unable to watch the final act of degradation.

"Open your eyes, you cowards," Slasher barked, his tone scornful.

"Witness the fate of those who ever dares to cross me."

Kaka's body arched one last time, a final futile attempt to resist the inevitable. The hatchlings held their breaths, their tiny frames shaking with fear.

"Do it," Slasher urged, "Let it all out, let it wash over them like the filth you are."

Suddenly, a loud rumble escaped Kaka's gut, followed by a series of weak farts. The hatchlings jumped, clutching each other tighter, their faces a mask of terror. Kaka could feel the contents of his bowels shifting, the pressure building.

Slasher's foot came down with a sickening thud on his bloated belly, each stomp amplifying the agony he was trapped in. The hatchlings, their eyes wide with terror, watched as his anus twitched and bulged, the pressure inside him reaching its peak. With a scream muffled by the loincloth, Kaka felt his control snap. A deafening fart echoed through the air, followed by the launch of a hardened piece of shit that flew like a cannonball toward the huddled mass of hatchlings.

The impact was brutal. The feces, as large as one of the hatchlings, collided with the first little goblin, sending him flying through the air. He crashed into his fellows like a bowling ball, toppling them in all directions. Their cries mixed with Slasher's laughter, a symphony of pain and cruelty.

"Bragagaghahagage! How do you like the taste of kaka? Do you still love your Kaka? Here! Go again!" Slasher shouted, stomping once more on Kaka's stomach. The force was unbearable, and this time, instead of a solid mass, a stream of wet, foul-smelling feces erupted, splashing across the ground where the hatchlings lay sprawled. They tried to crawl away, but the liquid filth covered them, clinging to their tiny bodies. Their screams turned to coughs and sneezes as the potent stench burned their eyes and sniffers.

"Look at them, Kaka," he mocked, "covered in your stinking kaka, just like you. Pathetic. Truly to the name, shitty Kaka."

His attention then turned to me.

"Hermit, come here," he commanded, his voice dripping with malice.

"Lick them clean. Make sure not a drop of this kaka remains."

I crawled over to the hatchlings, my body visibly shaking. My eyes met Kaka's for a moment, filled with pity and resignation. I knew defiance meant worse punishment, so I began the degrading task, licking the feces of each hatchling one by one. The sounds of my slurping mingled with the hatchlings' whimpers, creating a revolting chorus.

Slasher watched, his amusement growing with each passing moment.

"That's it, maggot, show them how a good slave behaves. Show these little runts how to serve properly."

As I worked, the hatchlings' cries slowly subsided, replaced by the soft moans of those too young or weak to protest. The air was thick with the stinking smell of our waste, a constant reminder of our place in this world.

Finally, when I had cleaned the last hatchling, Slasher nodded in satisfaction.

"Well done," he said, though his tone held no sincerity.

"Now, get back to your place."

I scurried away in a corner, my task complete, leaving me alone with the aftertaste. The hatchlings, now seemingly cleaner but emotionally scarred, huddled together, their eyes vacant. Slasher, satisfied with his entertainment, turned and walked away, his laughter fading into the distance.

Left alone, I could only lie there, the weight of my failure heavy on my chest. The hatchlings' silent tears mirrored my inner torment. This cycle of abuse seemed endless, each day bringing new horrors and new ways to break us further.

As I struggled to breathe through the pain and the stench, I wondered what fresh hell tomorrow would bring. Would it be another round of degradation, another lesson in submission? Or perhaps something even more vile, more unimaginable than today?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but there was no time for self-pity or to dwell on our suffering. Slasher’s decision not to beat us tonight was a rare, grim blessing. We still had a slim chance to escape this hellish existence. With nightfall approaching, we clung to the hope that we might find a way out, and make our desperate bid for freedom with the adventurer's help.

Night fell, and the camp grew quieter. The guards began their shift change, moving sluggishly as they settled into their new posts. Kaka and I exchanged a glance, knowing the moment was near. We gathered the hatchlings close, whispering to them to stay quiet and be brave.

We crept out of the shed, moving silently toward the adventurer's cage. The darkness provided some cover, but every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig sent a jolt of fear through me. We reached the adventurer's cage just as he finished picking the lock with the rusty nail. He pushed the door open and stepped out, nodding to us.

"Let's go," he whispered, and we followed him, slipping through the shadows of the camp. The adventurer led the way, moving with astonishing stealth that we tried our best to mimic. The adventurer, an expert at sneaking, moved with a grace that we, even with our untrained eyes, could see. His feet seemed to float above the ground, avoiding every twig and leaf that could betray our presence.

As we crept toward the closest wall to climb over and escape, the adventurer suddenly stopped, hiding behind some barrels. His face grew tense as he whispered, "Something's not right. There are too many guards tonight. Why are they gathering in one place? Where is the orc that is supposed to guard me? He should be by the cage by now, causing a commotion about my escape and giving us a chance to slip out of the camp."

Kaka and I, our hands full with hatchlings, huddled close to the ground, keeping from sight in the shadows. Silently, we prayed not to get caught but our prayer was interrupted by the adventurer.

"Hey, listen, we can't go this way. We need to go back. Something is happening. We need to go back the way we come. The guards are in numbers, spreading and walking this way. We need to move."

Kaka whimpered in fright, suggesting, "Adventurer, master, maybe we could hide in my shed for a moment, just to wait for a chance to make a run for it. There must come a short window for us to sneak past."

With no better option at the moment, the adventurer nodded reluctantly.

"Hmmm, I don't like this. I don't like this at all but alright, back to the shed, quickly and quietly."

We retraced our steps, hearts pounding, adrenaline coursing through our veins. The shadows seemed to grow darker as we slipped back into the shed, the safety of its familiar walls offering a brief respite from our fear. We settled the hatchlings, making sure they were quiet and hidden. The shed with the adventurer inside it seemed cramped and suffocating, we all barely fit inside.

Loran peered through a crack in the door, his eyes scanning the camp.

"They're still moving around, not good, not good at all. We have no time," he whispered.

"Something big is happening. Maybe a new prisoner or an inspection."

Kaka and I exchanged worried glances. We couldn't afford to be caught now, not when freedom was so close.

Seconds felt like hours as we waited in the shed. The muffled sounds of guards moving and talking outside filled the air, a constant reminder of the danger that surrounded us. The hatchlings, sensing our tension, stayed unusually quiet, their tiny bodies trembling against us.

As luck would have it, just as we thought we were in the clear, the shed doors were violently kicked open, and there stood Slasher, his evil grin stretching from ear to ear. With a thunderous voice that echoed through the camp, he shouted to the other guards, "He's here! I found him! Hiding like a coward in a shed! Get your sorry asses here, now!"