Samantha and Maria have had enough of their cousin's constant petty theft. Every time they left the house, they would find something missing. It was infuriating, especially since they were just trying to get by themselves. One day, after catching him red-handed, they decided to take matters into their own hands.
They dragged him into the bathroom and forced him to strip down to his boxers. His face was pale with fear as he realized what they had in store for him. The girls laughed coldly at his predicament.
"You thought you could get away with this forever, didn't you?" Samantha asked as she grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back.
"No, please," he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again!"
But it was too late for apologies. The girls had already decided on his punishment. They pushed him down onto his knees and took turns squatting over him. As each girl relieved herself onto his face, he tried to fight back the nausea rising within him. The hot, putrid smell was overwhelming, and the taste of shit in his mouth made him want to gag.
"Eat it up, cousin," Maria hissed as she straddled his head and emptied her bowels onto his face. "From now on, you'll know what happens when you mess with us."
When they were finally finished, they stood back to admire their handiwork. He was covered in shit, his once-clean boxers now soiled and stinking. But they weren't done yet. They grabbed him by the hair again and pushed his face into a puddle of their own urine.
"Drink it," Samantha said coldly, pushing his head deeper into the puddle. "It's just like the shitty water we have to drink because of you."
He dry heaved as the urine filled his mouth, choking on the bitter taste. When they finally pulled him out of the pool of urine, they left him there, kneeling in the mess they had made.
"This is what happens when you steal from us," Samantha said, walking away. "You'll think twice before you try it again, won't you?"
Maria followed her, a cold smirk on her face. The cousin remained kneeling in the pool of filth, crying silently as he tried to wipe the shit and urine from his eyes. He knew he would never forget this humiliation, and that he had crossed a line he could never return from.
