The names, characters, places and events in this story are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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It was late when Skyann woke the following morning. Her bottom was still red and stung but not as badly as last night. As usual, breakfast was laid out in the Inn's courtyard and several men and their harems were eating. Some of the girls avoided Skyann as if she carried some contagious disease but others gave her a little hug in sympathy. She noticed Colfax speaking with the manager and he beckoned her over.
"Kneel," he commanded and to her surprise, Skyann found herself obediently kneeling on the stone flags, looking up at the two men.
"I told you that you would be punished. Well, I have arranged with the manager that you will be on latrine duty all this week. You will keep the latrine trench spotless and you will also be cleaning out the indricotheres' stables. If it is not done to his satisfaction, I will spank you hard until it is," Colfax told her.
"What -- no way," Skyann protested.
"Fine. Bend over and touch your toes."
Skyann looked up and saw that he meant it.
"I'm sorry -- mentor," she said at last. How had things come to this? How had she gone from a Half-Captain on the Convolvulus expecting possible promotions in the near future to some half-naked slattern?
So, after she had eaten, the manager handed Skyann a bucket and brush and led her over to the foul-smelling latrine trench.
"Take off the clothes your mentor has provided, you don't want to be getting them dirty," the man said with a smirk. Slowly she stripped off, aware of his gaze upon her body then she hung them on a nail and then stepped down into the filthy, fecal stained trench with its trickle of foul brown water flowing along the bottom and started sweeping the solids and stale urine along the channel. She almost vomited at the thought of what her bare feet were squelching through. Despite her best efforts, her arms and legs were soon stained with shit.
How could this be happening to her, she wondered. Not so long ago, she was an officer in the Terran Scout Service, a respected Half-Captain on the Survey Ship Convolvulus; now she was just some naked sloven sweeping up other people's stinking wastes beneath a hot sun. Tears of self-pity filled her eyes yet a part of her realized that Colfax had little choice other than to punish her for that outburst. And a deeper part of her was grateful that a strong man had been forced to discipline her so publicly. Thinking these thoughts, once she had swept all the shit along the channel, she had to fetch a pail of water and sluice it clean. She drew in a deep breath and almost retched at the stench as she did so.
Shortly after she had finished, the manager came and led her over to the stables. The draft indricotheres were massive beasts, standing about seven feet at the shoulders with wide bodies, long legs, short, bony tails and rhinoceros shaped heads but without any horns. They were mostly dusty gray in color. They ate a lot of tough, fibrous plants and in consequence produced an incredible amount of dung. Even as she watched, one beast pulled another tree-fern leaf from its manger, chewed contentedly and then lifted its tail to dump another mountain of droppings onto the stable floor. A second beast then pissed a gallon onto the floor by her feet.
"Get the stables mucked out and put the dung onto the manure pile out back. When you've finished go and give the human latrine another clean," the manager ordered. He swatted her still sore rear and left her to it.
It was like cleaning the Augean stables, Skyann thought. No sooner had she shoveled up one mound of steaming shit and taken it to the manure heap where she had to mix the feces with straw before adding it to the pile then another indricothere dumped a fresh load. It was like they were doing it deliberately. She was now mostly covered with wastes from head to toe and some was even smeared on her face from where she had rubbed herself. She wanted to cry but wasn't going to let this get on top of her.
By late morning, the indricotheres were all out at work pulling wagons so she was able to get the stables better cleaned and she laid fresh straw over the flags. Once she had finished then it was back to the latrine trench. Once again, it was dirty but nowhere near as bad as before so she was able to pause and give herself a quick wash before carrying on. After all that exercise in shoveling shit, her muscles felt like they had been given a workout so she felt quite hungry.
A shadow fell over the trench. Looking up she saw it was Jianna, one of the girls who didn't like her at all. Jianna gave an evil grin, squatted down over the now cleaned trench, lifted up her skirts and farted. A little flare of anger swept through Skyann as she'd just cleansed that part and now she'd have to do it all over again.
"Couldn't you have gone before?" she snapped at Jianna.
In response, the girl unleashed a cataract of piss followed by several loose splats of diarrhea all over the open sewer.
"That's better -- I'm on the rag," Jianna said as she loosely scattered the soiled leaves she'd used to wipe herself with afterwards. "Make sure you clean it all up before somebody comes, slut."