Chapter 158 Standing on the Edge of the Clif

Her smile widened even further.

 "Oh, just look at his feet, Olivia! They are incredibly soft and utterly adorable. It's like caressing the delicate paws of puppies. I simply can't resist indulging in a bit of tickling. Despite his disgusting appearance, his feet are strangely cute."

Hermit, in the midst of ticklish torment, pleaded for mercy in short gasps between fits of laughter. 

"Ghee gee ge, Master, please! Gee, ge ghee! Hermit can't... gee gee gheee! Show some mercy! Please!"

However, Suzuka showed no signs of relenting. She reveled in the goblin's squirming form, akin to a maggot wriggling on the bed, his laughter mingling with gasps for precious breath.

"There is no mercy for you Naked Scuttle! Only tickling!"

Olivia, observing the unusual spectacle, curiously joined in the examination of Hermit's feet. Carefully studying them, she couldn't help but admit, "They do have a certain charm to them. Adorable and intriguing, in their own peculiar way."

Suzuka momentarily paused her tickling, her attention captured by Olivia's remark. Hermit, catching a brief respite, seized the opportunity to speak.

 "Oh yes, Master, you see, Hermit's feet have escaped the ruthless blades of goblin butchers countless times. Our slave hatchlings' tender feet are considered a culinary delight among the ruling goblins. Many unfortunate hatchlings have lost their feet, forced to work, or face a grim fate after such a loss. Poor fellow slaves, struggling without their feet to survive. Hermit was one of the lucky ones."

Suzuka's expression softened, a mix of curiosity and empathy shining in her eyes. While resuming the tickling she said, "Well then, it is a good thing you didn't lose your soft feet, otherwise you wouldn't be able to enjoy the punishment I am giving you. Hahaha!"

After some time of relentless, ruthless tickling, a foul stench gripped Suzuka's nose. Due to the endless tickling torment, Hermit started to fart and cry out loud. She stopped her assault, and Olivia let go of the goblin. 

Hermit lay on the bed in tears, defeated, his body exhausted and limp like a soggy noodle. Through his whimpering, he uttered while heavily gasping, "Please... ugh... no more... ugh... I submit, I submit. Hermit... ugh... will disgrace himself if Master doesn't stop. Hermit... ugh... didn't have a chance to pee... ugh... or poop since yesterday."

Suzuka asked him, "Why didn't you say anything, you had a whole day. Don't tell me you're that stupid that you forgot when and how to poop?"

While catching his breath, Hermit explained, "No, Master, you see... I am used to withholding my pooping. As slaves... we were not permitted to relieve ourselves unless instructed to do so. The ruling goblins took pleasure in forcing us to endure the agony of holding it in until one of us could bear it no longer and exploded... resulting in a brutal beating after. It became a twisted spectacle for our cruel goblin overlords... We had to find ways to do it in secret... carefully defecating and eating our waste when no one was watching, in order to leave no traces and avoid the dreadful beatings. They even placed bets on who explode first."

Suzuka pointed her finger at the door of a restroom and said, "Don't you dare explode on my bed and soil it with your disgusting shit. Get up and go to the restroom. Now!"

"Please, Master... uhu... Hermit is exhausted... uhu... can't move, not even an ounce of strength left. I beg your embrace, please, carry Hermit. Tummy bubble and hurt! My guts are swirling and sloshing inside my belly. Hermit can't walk on its own, assistance please!"

Suzuka grabbed the leash Lisanna had given her to walk the goblin around and whipped him across his butt cheeks.

"Wreeeeeeee!" Hermit sprang from the bed, clenching his cheeks, and scuttled toward the door like a spooked cat. Suzuka opened it and pointed at the toilet.

"Drop your pants and sit on the ceramic toilet bowl. It's that simple, even you can't mess that up. Tell me when you're done. There is paper to clean yourself after. Good luck." She walked out of the restroom and closed the door, leaving the goblin alone.

"Thank you, Master, I..." But she was gone before he could finish the sentence.

With trembling anticipation, he gingerly surveyed the surroundings. With cautious steps and sheepish form, Hermit approached the majestic toilet. The mere sight of it, to his goblin eyes, resembled an opulent and grandiose throne, crafted for the exclusive use of giants themselves. 

"Ohhh! Fancy throne! Only ruling Goblins could sit on such fancy thrones. Is it really okay for Hermit to soil such a luxurious seating?"

He extended his tiny, trembling hands toward the majestic structure, the likes of which he had never encountered before. Each movement seemed like an arduous battle as his gut kept bubbling inside. His small hands gripped the edge of the toilet seat as he awkwardly climbed atop, his every movement accompanied by a grunt and a fart. Standing precariously on the edge, he peered into the abyss below, the toilet bowl appearing as a vast pond at the bottom of a cliff.

"Ohh! So much water, do I really drop my peepee and poop here? Master said so, so it must be. I must hurry, belly really hurting and bubbling."

Bracing himself, Hermit pulled his pants down, revealing his scrawny legs that dangled awkwardly from the edge of the seat. He positioned himself on the edge, teetering on the precipice of both relief and potential disaster. The poor goblin had diarrhea from all the spoiled food he ate at the eatery. Horrible ordeals and torture, laced with anxiety he endured, contributed also. 

"Owiee! Hermit's belly hurting and bubbling really bad. Ouchies! Ouchiee, my guts are twisting and bloating. Ugh! I'm about to explode!"

After what felt like an eternity of roaring and grunting labor, Hermit finally completed his business. It was a moment of relief, although short-lived. 

"Ughhh! Finally relief, no more ouchies. My belly not hurting, time to leave. I hope the master will not be mad, the room is very stinky now."

As he reached for his pants, the cruel hand of fate intervened. With a sudden slip, his pants slid down his legs, crashing to the ground below. Caught off guard by this unexpected turn, Hermit's feeble attempt to regain balance was in vain. Losing his balance in the process, Hermit toppled backward, finding himself immersed in the soiled water of the toilet bowl.

Hermit's descent into the toilet bowl was nothing short of a grand spectacle. With a thunderous crash that shook the very foundations of the restroom, he plunged headfirst into the murky waters, creating a monstrous splash that could rival a tidal wave. The water churned and frothed around him as if welcoming him to the foulest depths of its embrace.

Hermit now struggled to free himself from the damp and undignified manure mess he had fallen into. His pitiful attempts to regain his footing were nothing short of a tragic comedy, as he flailed and squirmed, only to find himself submerged even deeper, his scrawny legs thrashing from the toilet serving as a comical reminder of his predicament.

Dismay and terror gripped him as he found himself submerged in the repugnant liquid, the stench assaulting his senses like a relentless army of odious monsters. His scrawny legs dangled pathetically from the rim of the toilet bowl, unable to find solid ground to support him. In a desperate bid for salvation, he opened his mouth to cry for help, only to be met with a cruel twist of fate as he inadvertently gulped down a mouthful of the vile, scat-soiled water.

His heart pounded in his chest like a relentless drum, and each second felt like an eternity of torment. Panic consumed him as he flailed and thrashed about in a desperate struggle to stay afloat, his feeble attempts at escape yielding no progress. The world around him blurred and distorted in the murky water, turning the already horrifying scene into a nightmarish panorama.

As the minutes ticked by, he finally ceased his frantic movements, realizing that he could, in fact, touch the bottom of the toilet with his feet. A wave of embarrassment washed over him as he stood upright in the murky bowl, the water reaching up to his waist. His mind, clouded by panic moments ago, now found clarity in the simplest of realizations - he could merely stand up to free himself from this absurdly distressing situation.

With a mixture of shame and humiliation, Hermit stood amidst the filth, trapped within a vile pool of his own bodily fluids. Urine and feces cascaded down his scrawny frame, staining his already-soiled tank top. He stood in the midst of the filth, head bowed low and his droopy ears hanging limply.

As the putrid stench enveloped his being, Hermit's wretched cheeks were marred by, pearl-shaped tears, tracing the contours of his grieving face. His tiny hands, trembling with a mixture of despair and self-louth, clung desperately to the remnants of his ruined tank top, the last vestige of dignity in his pitiable existence.

At that moment, Hermit lost any semblance of pride or self-worth he may have harbored. He was a pitiable creature, trapped in a cycle of lack and degradation, his spirit broken by a world that offered him no rest from his suffering.

Silent tears continued to flow, each droplet an emblem of his anguish. Hermit longed for an escape, a glimmer of hope to pierce through the oppressive darkness that surrounded him. But in that desolate moment, as his filth-soaked existence served as a bitter reminder of his wretchedness, he could only endure the weight of his despair, silently bearing the burden of his shattered dreams. 

As depression crushed him down he mumbled to himself while standing in the filth. 

"Master Helen... she will be disappointed. I... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to ruin the cloth... Please, forgive me..."

Hermit's voice quivered with genuine remorse as he spoke, his monstrous appearance contrasting with the raw vulnerability he displayed.

"Those clothes... they were... so precious to me. They were a symbol, a token of Master's kindness... And I... I ruined them..."

His tears flowed uncontrollably, mingling with the water below his feet as he stood in the toilet bowl, his head bowed in shame.

"I'm just a monster, a goblin... But I treasured those clothes more than anything. They reminded me of the warmth Master showed me, the acceptance I found in Master's presence. And now... I've stained them, tarnished their beauty..."

Hermit's voice cracked with sorrow, his shoulders trembling as he struggled to find the right words to soothe himself.

"I didn't deserve Master's generosity, her friendship... I thought I could take care of them, and protect them as a reminder of our bond. But I failed... I failed Master Helen..."

His grip tightened on the poop-stained fabric as if trying to mend what was irreparably broken. His sobs became more pronounced, echoing through the restroom.

Suzuka, who had been occupied with Olivia, turned at the commotion. When she entered the restroom her eyes widened in astonishment.

 "Hermit, you clumsy goblin! How did you manage to fall into the toilet? Is there no end to your absurd accidents?"

With a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort, Hermit emerged from the watery depths, his damp clothes clinging to his pitiful figure. It was a moment that would forever be etched in his memory, a testament to the unyielding misfortune that seemed to follow him relentlessly.

"Please... I'm begging you... Find it in your heart to forgive me. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever it takes to make amends. Just please, don't cast me aside..."

Hermit's voice grew faint, a mixture of anguish and genuine repentance. The toilet bowl became a place of sorrow, where a goblin revealed his tender side and pleaded for forgiveness, his heart laid bare before Suzuka.

"I'm truly sorry... Please... give me a chance to make things right..."