'Let's see how a little warm stuff works,' he said, shutting off the water for a moment and dropping his trousers.
Linda's eyes widened when he brought out his long, nine-inch cunt spreader. She'd been to bed with him several times and let him do all sorts of things to her with that thing. How she loved it when he fucked her in the cunt while teaming out her asshole with two fingers! He knew how to fuck a woman, make her feel whole, loved, wanted. But now she was seeing another side of Max, a side she always suspected was there. Perhaps that was why she kept going to bed with him, hoping that dark side would appear.
'What-what are you doing?'
Watching Max standing there, holding his limp cock in one hand while scratching his balls with the other, Linda felt as if her vocal chords were frozen. He was going to piss on her! She saw a yellow droplet oozing from the slit, then drop with a plunking sound to the tub floor. The big trucker bent his knees slightly, resting them against the side of the bath tub. That same smirk was on his lips.
'Better angle this way,' Max muttered, climbing into the tub and standing over her. His long, broad hairy legs straddled her while his eyes riveted on her face.
'Please, don't…'
Linda sucked in her breath as she saw another droplet, then another coining from his piss-silt. Soon a yellow stream splattered out, splashing near her bound ankles. In an instant the hot yellow stream was cascading on her belly, some of it splashing onto her tits.
'Ohhhhhh!'
The woman shivered with revulsion, closing her eyes as she felt the sour, hot flavor of bile rising in her gut. His piss filled her navel, then spilled over onto her cuntal mound. It slicked down her pussy hairs and tickled her cuntlips, splashing onto her thighs before trickling into the tub where it gathered under her ass in a warm pool. Linda shivered, her hips wiggling, instinctively trying to get rid of the hat droplets.
'Don't move, baby, or I'll piss on you all fuckin' night,' Max warned.
Linda turned her face away, biting her lips to keep from crying out in rage and frustration and disgust. The thin, hot spray was moving, up her belly now, up to her tits where it stung her nipples, then slicked the deep valley between her jiggling boobs. Oh God, he was moving the stream up, up to her mouth! Linda let out a groan, turning her face away just as the stream hit her chin. She could smell the foul stuff now, the sour odor reaching her nostrils as Max bent his knees a little more and directed the stream at her face.
'Hey, bitch, I told you not to move,' he said in a low growl.
'I can't… can't help it!' Linda cried.
Max had run out of piss fuel. He looked down at his cock and shook the last few drops onto the young woman. Linda wiggled her ass, feeling her smooth flesh sliding over the piss-slickened tub floor. It was horribly disgusting! She wanted to vomit, but somehow she managed to keep calm. How could this be happening to her? It was all like some terrible nightmare, but one she knew she'd been courting for the past few months.
'Gotta get some water,' Max muttered, getting out of the tub.
As he filled a glass with water and drank, Linda shut her eyes again, praying for strength. Already the stink of his piss rose like steam from a pavement sewer. She didn't know if she could take much more of this.
The beating was one thing. But this was something she wasn't ready for. This was something she couldn't enjoy no matter how exciting it might for Max. Linda saw that gleam in his eyes, that sadistic glimmer that told her he loved watching her cringe under him, retch while he covered her with his vile piss.
Max climbed back in, his cock now half erect as he held it again in one hand. He covered a watery belch with one hand and smiled down at her again.
'We'll start again, bitch.'
He was positioned, his legs far apart on either side of her piss-stained belly. Her tits rested like two mountains on her heaving chest. His balls were high and tight, pressing hard against his dick root. What was he going to do, mouth fuck her? He'd wanted her to suck him off many times before, but somehow Linda had managed to avoid it, providing a hot-running cunt to satisfy the trucker's need.
'Open your fuckin' mouth,' Max threatened, holding one hand up as if to slap her.
Linda closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. With each inhale her tits raised and slapped together. They were so sore, like they always got when she was aroused. Aroused? The thought shot through her confused brain like lightning. Could it be that she was turning onto this? Had she sunk this low in life?
'I said open that fuckin' mouth of yours or I'll break your damn jaw.'
Feeling her clit tingling, the woman did as she was told.
The piss started. Max directed the center of the stream along her lips, moving it to her tongue, down to her chin, then back up to her nose and eyes.
'Uh… unnnghbh…' Linda grunted like a wounded animal.
The stink spread like a sickening fog. Piss spattered her forehead, wetting down the hairs along the sides of her face. She wanted to draw back but couldn't. The cuffs pinned her arms helplessly back while the ropes held her ankles together firmly. She was trapped, helpless under this man, and yet a willing prisoner. For even as the piss splashed all over her body and face, she could feel her pussy creaming. Her clit was swollen to the bursting point. God help her, she was actually enjoying this!
'Yeah, yeah, good for nothin' but piss and shit,' Max said as he stared down at the young woman.
Linda had her mouth still opened wide, her eyes unblinking, meeting his wide-eyed stare as she drank more of his piss. Linda choked, swallowed the foul liquid, then choked some more. But some how she managed to keep up with his attack. It was awful, terrible, as if they were engaged in some rite of unholy love. Sexual heat was spreading, burning through her skull like hot pokers. The fire flashed down her belly in her cunt. Her clit seemed to curl from the heat, aching with the strain of another approaching cum.
Just as Max went dry, Linda felt her climax peak. She whipped her hips as best she could, throwing her head back, her hair splashing over her shoulders. Her eyes screwed tight into a squint while her fingers dug into her wrists. Oh, if only she could touch herself, bring herself off more powerfully. It was a cruel thing to experience orgasm without being able to intensify it with some kind of touch!
'Slut,' Max grunted, watching her writhe helplessly under him.
Steadying himself with both hands, he wriggled his booted foot against her pussy. It was more than she could bear. The touch of that filthy leather boot against her hot pussy made her cry put again and again, throw her hips shamelessly around, grunt like a stuck pig.
Linda sat there, covered with piss, wondering what was next.
'Yeah, good for shit,' Max sniggered, stepping out of the tub for a second and pulling off his boots.
She watched him squatting there on the toilet seat, stripping the lower half of his body, wonder ing what on earth she'd ever found attractive in him.
It wasn't Max so much but what he represented – rough manhood, something that would stand up to her, fight her, crush her. There was something in her personality that responded to that crudity, to that kind of violence. Even in her horrible condition Linda couldn't help feeling a high state of sexual arousal. It was a terrible thing to admit, but a true one. She waited, waited for the ultimate degradation. The woman had no doubt Max was preparing something most foul for her. As he pulled his faded dirty Levi's over his ankles and threw them over his boots, she knew it was only seconds away.
'Good for shit,' he repeated, chuckling secretively as he climbed back into the tub.
His belly growled. He belched, sneering down at her. Linda flinched, guessing with a flash of horror what he had planned for her. He put his hands on his hips, turning around and squatting over her belly. She peered up, seeing the black thick growth of hairs darkening the crack between his ass cheeks. Just above her was his big shit hole stretched open by his pose. He held onto the sides of the tub, keeping himself from sliding around on the piss that now covered the entire floor of the stall.
'Don't move, baby.'
Linda couldn't believe this. She wanted to faint, lose consciousness before it happened to her. She smelled something terribly foul. Once more a combination of fear and anger swelled through her. But the anger wasn't strong enough to resist. The fear and self-hatred racked her, making her stay there quietly as he grunted. The muscles in his legs and thighs strained as his buttocks jiggled above her.
'No! Oh God no!' she muttered.
Linda raised her knees, her thighs parting. Her belly muscles tensed. She opened wider, twisting to one side
