As the night progressed, Medea grew impatient and decided it was time for her next projection. Calling Cosmo over, she motioned for him to lie down on the floor between them. He nodded weakly, his eyes filled with fear and anticipation as he could guess what she intended to do.
Yara leaned back in her plush chair, observing her companion with a devilish smile playing on her lips. "Are you ready?" she purred, running her fingers through Cosmo's sweaty hair. He nodded again, his mouth already starting to water at the prospect of tasting more of their excrement.
Medea positioned herself above his head, her eyes fixed on his eager mouth. "Open wide," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. Without hesitation, he parted his lips as wide as possible, peering up at her in awe and fear.
With slow deliberation, Medea lowered her bare ass down onto his face, feeling the warm breath hit her anus. She grinned wolfishly before slapping him hard across the face, eliciting a muffled grunt from deep within his throat. She did this again and again, enjoying the power trip she had over him.
As Medea began to take a crap, she watched as Cosmo's face contorted in disgust and disbelief at what he was experiencing. But there was no escaping this; he was now her personal toilet for the next few days.
Yara, sitting back and observing, couldn't help but chuckle at Cosmo's plight. "Feeling a bit full, aren't we?" she taunted, digging her fingers into his neck and twisting. He moaned in response, unable to formulate any sort of coherent answer.
Medea leered down at him, relishing in his humiliation and suffering. She loved the power she had over him, and she planned on making the most of it. "This one's for you, Yara," she said, pushing out another load. This time, she aimed directly at his face, forcing him to taste her feces as he struggled to breathe.
As Medea continued to defile him with her shit, Yara grinned mischievously. "If you think that's bad," she said, standing up suddenly and pulling her pants down. She straddled Cosmo's face, her ass hovering just above his nose. "How about a little more variety?"
Without waiting for an answer, Yara lowered her ass onto his face, sitting on his nose and mouth. He gagged and struggled, unable to breathe through the tight grip she had on him. She rode him like this for a few moments before finally getting up and casting a wicked smile over her shoulder.
Medea watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as Yara left the room. She knelt down beside Cosmo, her face close to his. "You know what happens when you make a mess," she purred, her breath warm against his cheek.
Suddenly, she smacked him hard across the face, sending a shockwave through his body. "Clean it up," she growled, her voice low and menacing. With that, she stood up and walked out of the room, leaving him alone with his shame and humiliation.
Cosmo lay there on the floor, his body aching from the abuse it had endured. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to process what had happened. He had never imagined a situation like this; it seemed like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
Slowly, he forced himself to his hands and knees, his stomach churning at the thought of what awaited him. He knew he had no choice but to obey; their power over him was absolute, and his submission was his only chance at survival.
As he struggled to stand, he glanced around the room, noticing for the first time the spiked cage in the corner. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of being locked up inside it. But Medea's voice echoed in his mind, warning him of the consequences if he didn't follow her orders.
With shaking hands, he approached the cage, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached out to touch the cold steel bars, he could feel the sweat dripping down his back, staining his clothes. But there was no turning back now.
With one final look back at the door, he stepped inside the cage, closing the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a chill down his spine, but he reminded himself that this was his own doing. He had no one to blame but himself for the situation he found himself in.
As he sat in the cold, hard cage, he couldn't help but wonder how much worse it would get. Would Medea and Yara continue to degrade and humiliate him like this for days on end? The thought made his stomach churn even more, and he had to struggle to keep from throwing up.
Eventually, Cosmo heard voices outside the door. He tensed up, preparing himself for whatever they had in store for him next. The door swung open, revealing Yara holding a tray with some food on it. His stomach growled at the sight of it, and she smirked. "Looks like you could use some sustenance," she purred, setting the tray down in front of the cage.
With shaking hands, Cosmo picked up a slice of bread and broke off a piece, trying to swallow it without gagging on the bitter taste in his mouth. As he forced himself to eat, he couldn't help but wonder when the next round of abuse would begin. And he knew that there would definitely be a next time; after all, someone had to clean up their messes.
