Master and Slaves

“Tiria, come here.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

When I called her, Tiria circled behind Helma, placed both knees on the ground behind my left side, and leaned forward.

“What is it?”

Tiria tilted her head and asked me.

“No, you worked hard in town, so I thought I’d give you a reward. What would you like?”

When I said that, Tiria looked surprised, then happy, then troubled.

Then, as if remembering something, she blushed and answered.

“Um, that is, today’s portion still hasn’t been done, so…”

Her voice gradually grew smaller and she hung her head, blushing even more.

Today’s portion…Ah!

“Sorry, I forgot. Shall we do it now?”

When I said that, Tiria nodded firmly.

That’s right, today’s portion still hadn’t been done.

With everything that had happened I had forgotten.

“Cathy, prepare the potty.”

“Ah! Understood, I’ll bring it right away.”

When I asked Cathy, she—who had been tilting her head at the exchange between Tiria and me—also understood and hurriedly went into the carriage.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t notice either. Sorry, Tiria.”

Muriel bowed her head and apologized.

“That’s right. Then, hmm, in the shade of that tree over there…”

“While we’re at it, let’s have everyone watch.”

Cutting off my words, Muriel said something outrageous.

Have everyone watch…

“No, but…”

“It’s the perfect demonstration of what happens when one falls to To-Dule.”

“A demonstration…”

“Besides, when neither Master nor I are present, someone will have to take care of Tiria, so I think it’s best they actually see the method.”

“Uuun…”

I didn’t think we necessarily had to do it here and now.

I groaned while considering whether we should or shouldn’t do it.

Looking at Tiria kneeling beside me, I saw her gazing this way with moist eyes.

At this rate it would be a punishment rather than a reward.

But since Muriel had gone so far as to cut me off to say this, she must have some thought in mind.

“Muriel, could you come here a moment? Tiria, you can sit there.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Y-yes, Master. Excuse me.”

I sat Tiria where I had been sitting and took Muriel over to the carriage.

Then I asked in a low voice so it wouldn’t be heard on the other side.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m concerned about Rina…”

“Rina?”

“Yes. She was rebellious this morning as well, and I have a bad feeling. So I thought it would be better to keep her in check while we can.”

“Keep her in check… huh…”

“Do you not agree?”

“Well. I don’t think we necessarily have to do it now. Tiria worked hard, so I feel this treatment is a bit much.”

“Then I’ll explain it to her.”

Cathy poked her face out from inside the carriage and cut into the conversation between Muriel and me.

“Cathy!”

“Sorry, I overheard.”

Cathy stuck out her tongue with a tehe and gave a light apology.

Then she jumped down from the carriage.

“I’ll explain it to her later. So let’s do it. I’ve been concerned about that girl too…”

Cathy looked back at Rina.

We also followed Cathy’s gaze and looked at Rina.

She had Rine sitting on her lap.

Her expression was a little stiff.

“…Understood. I’ll add an extra reward on my side as well, including that.”

“Yes. That would be best.”

Muriel nodded at my words.

“Um, Master. Please give me a reward too.”

Cathy held both hands out in front of her and begged.

“What kind of reward?”

Muriel half-opened her eyes suspiciously and jabbed at Cathy.

“Ah, I get it. I’ll give it to you after Tiria is finished.”

“Yay!”

Cathy threw her arms up in joy.

I felt the gazes of the other Dules sitting in a circle over there piercing us.

“Master, what kind of reward is it?”

Muriel asked me as if she truly didn’t understand.

“Because she made Helma’s clothes and my underwear.”

“Ehem.”

Cathy puffed out her chest, making her exposed breasts sway.

“I see. But she did point a blade at Master, didn’t she?”

“Th-that’s a separate matter!”

After nodding to me, Muriel said that to Cathy with a cool expression, yet with a faint hint of anger.

Cathy hurriedly replied.

“That’s right. It’s a separate matter.”

“Un un.”

“Then besides the reward we’ll also have to give a punishment.”

“Ah… uu…”

When I said that, Cathy only moved her mouth open and closed with teary eyes.

It seemed she couldn’t find any words.

“Fufufu, you dug your own grave, Cathy.”

“Uu…”

…

“All right, Tiria, we’re doing it.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

Tiria nodded in a small voice.

In the shadow of the carriage, where we couldn’t be seen from the highway, Tiria was in an embarrassing pose.

She was squatting over the potty with both legs spread and her hands planted behind her.

Cathy was supporting her.

Muriel was holding down her legs beside Tiria.

I took position in front of Tiria in that pose, and behind me the other Dules lined up in a fan shape, watching the scene with bated breath.

As usual I placed my fingers on her mound and used magic to guide urine from her bladder to her urethral hole.

“Nnnn!!”

Then when I finally flicked her clitoris, together with Tiria’s modest scream a golden stream of urine was forcefully released into the potty from her urethral hole.

The watching Dules swallowed audibly.

Tiria’s face grew even redder.

Relieving herself while being stared at by a large number of people outdoors must be quite embarrassing.

But this was not the end.

“Tiria, next.”

“Y-yes…”

Tiria closed her eyes as if giving up and nodded.

Next was the “big” one.

I placed my fingers on Tiria’s belly and used magic to guide her to expel feces.

“Nn… nnnaa…”

As I slowly lowered my fingers, Cathy let out a pained groan.

I lowered my fingers even further.

Then, just like before, I flicked her clitoris.

“Naah, n-nooo!”

The moment she cried out with her eyes wide open, Tiria defecated with a magnificent sound.

“Haa, haa, haa, haa”

After she had finished expelling everything, Tiria was breathing with her shoulders and staring off in a random direction, as if her mind had gone blank.

“Ever since Tiria became a To-Dule, Master or I have been doing this to her the whole time.”

Muriel explained to Sara and Rina, who were watching the act.

“Helma and Ilma don’t do this in the first place because they don’t excrete at all, but a To-Dule must have someone prompt their excretion. Of course, while being watched by that someone like this.”

Sara seemed to already know this; she nodded at Muriel’s words without changing her expression.

Rina was listening with a pale face while hugging Rine to her chest so she couldn’t see.

“A Ze-Dule is still all right, but a To-Dule is miserable. Remember that.”

Muriel said that and concluded the explanation.

“Muriel, take everyone back, would you?”

“Yes. Understood. What will Master do?”

“The cleanup, of course.”

Looking down, I saw Tiria still in the pose after defecating, looking at me with tears in her eyes.

Brown stuff was stuck to her white buttocks.

“…Understood.”

Muriel nodded with a convinced expression and took the Dules back to the place where we had sat in a circle when we arrived.

“Now then…”

Source of life. Come forth from my fingertips.

“Water Jet.”

When I chanted the spell, water shot out forcefully from my fingertips.

I used it to carefully wash Tiria’s crotch.

…Couldn’t this be used for something like this?

While washing Tiria’s anus, I suddenly had an idea.

“Tiria, bear with it a little.”

“Eh, ah, yes.”

Perhaps because the spectators were gone, Tiria had recovered somewhat and answered with a hint of confusion.

Source of life. Come forth from my fingertips.

“Water Jet.”

I chanted the spell again, and before water shot from my fingertips I thrust that finger into Tiria’s anus.

“Hyaui!!”

Tiria let out a strangely high-pitched scream, apparently startled.

I’ll praise her later for maintaining her posture without jumping up.

“Ma-Master, s-something is going into my butt.”

“Yeah, it’s an enema. Water is coming out from my fingertip.”

“Eh? Eh? U-um…”

“Yeah, let’s wash you properly.”

“…Y-yes…”

Tiria nodded reluctantly.

I administered an enema to Tiria with the Water Jet spell that sent water from my fingertip.

Of course I adjusted the strength and amount of the water.

Even though it was the first time, I put a slightly large amount of about 100 cc into Tiria’s intestines.

When I had finished putting it all in, I pulled my finger out.

“Hold it a little.”

“Y-yes. Uu…”

Tiria answered while making a teary face.

But looking at Tiria was healing.

Was it because she was childlike and like a small animal, or because I was looking at her as a woman?

Even I didn’t really understand.

Right now something was about to happen in the Tres Kingdom.

No, it would be better to say it was already happening.

Or perhaps it had already happened.

If what Gertrude said was true, Tiria’s parents might no longer be in this world.

…But thinking that was still too early.

I still didn’t know anything.

Helene would probably know the details.

I’ll ask Helene when we get back.

…

After giving her an enema about three times, I returned with Tiria to where the Dules were sitting.

“…Nn? You still haven’t eaten?”

“We would not commit the rudeness of eating before Master.”

When Muriel answered me that way, everyone nodded in unison.

Even Rina was nodding.

Rine was… asleep.

With food crumbs around her mouth.

“U-um, we had Lady Rine eat first.”

Sara hurriedly made an excuse, sensing my gaze.

“No, I don’t mind. Everyone could have eaten.”

Saying that, I sat in my original position.

Then I called Tiria, who was still standing beside me, by patting my own lap.

“Tiria, come here.”