After a restless night filled with discomfort, Dea Nemesi woke up feeling terrible. Her face was gaunt, sweaty, and pale as if she'd been through a terrible ordeal. She knew that the only cure for her misery was to make someone else suffer in her place.
She staggered over to the cage where her slave was chained, his eyes wide with fear as he took in her sickly appearance. "You," she hissed at him, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. He trembled at her touch, anticipating the torment that was to come.
"You will pay for my discomfort," she growled, lunging forward and spitting a thick wad of green phlegm onto the floor of the cage. It landed with a sickening splat, settling between his feet. He recoiled in horror, cowering as far back as he could in the tiny space.
"Clean it up," she commanded, her voice hoarse and strained. The slave looked at her desperately, pleading with his eyes for mercy. She laughed cruelly, a bitter sound that echoed through the dank room. "Or should I say," she paused, her voice dripping with malice, "I'll give you a taste of my own medicine."
With that, she unzipped her pants and shoved her hairy cunt towards the cage. The smell of rot and decay was overwhelming, but the slave had no choice but to obey. He slowly raised his trembling hands towards her, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy against his fingers.
With a shuddering sigh of resignation, he pushed his face into her cunt, breathing in the putrid odor that filled his lungs. Dea Nemesi groaned with pleasure as she felt his warm breath touch her most sensitive parts. "That's it," she murmured, reaching down to grab a fistful of his hair. "Drink it all in. Let my filth run through your body."
As he began to lap at her juices, Dea Nemesi felt a sense of relief wash over her. She reached down, unfastening her pants, and shuffled towards the slave. She positioned herself above him, feeling the cool metal of the cage pressing against her back as she lowered herself onto his face.
"Taste the detritus of my body," she snarled, grinding her hips against his face. "Drink it all in, slave. It's the only thing that can cleanse me of this sickness."
Her entire weight pushed down onto him, forcing open his mouth so that her shit could flow freely into his waiting mouth. With each passing moment, she felt herself emptying, the nausea and discomfort melting away as she watched him struggle to swallow her waste.
Finally, she drew back with a satisfied grunt, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "That's better," she muttered, feeling a twinge of guilt wash away as she looked down at him. "You can sleep now, slave. Dream of the day when you'll face my wrath once again."
With that, she turned and shuffled back to her bed, collapsing onto it with a sigh of relief. The slave, meanwhile, lay there in the filth that coated his body, his mind reeling from the horrors he had just endured. But he knew that this was his fate for as long as Dea Nemesi deemed him worthy of her attentions.
