as the first jump of shit fell on her belly. Max was jerking off at the same time, grunting, farting, shifting on her while sliding his fingers up and don on that damned cock of his! She was so close to vomiting. How Linda managed to keep from vomiting she never knew. Somehow the woman kept lunch down as lump after lump of shit plopped down on her belly and thighs. Glancing up, she could see the hot cum dripping along the inner side of her right knee, mingling with the piss and the shit. It was the ultimate degradation. She felt numb now, almost impervious to the foul humiliation.
Max growled as the last of his spunk shot off and spattered down on her. She lay there helplessly, listening to the big trucker getting off this horrible way. When he was through, he stepped out of the tub, looking at his soiled feet, then squatting back down on the toilet seat and wiping them off with a bath towel.
'You look like a piece of horse shit, baby,' Max said, laughing hard. 'You gonna come through with your damned niece?' he asked, raising his eyebrows while throwing the towel away. He started dressing, puffing his pants up while still staring at Linda as if she were some kind of interesting art piece.
'Never!' she spat back, the smell rising from the tub.
'I should leave you like that… leave you so your fuckin' precious niece can rind you and figure out your number,' Max said, chuckling.
He pulled his boots back on and slipped his flannel shirt over his broad shoulders. Humming some country and western tune, the big man bent down and untied the ropes holding Linda's ankles together, then reached around for the keys to the cuffs and freed her hands.
Linda sighed, rubbing her sore wrists, then she climbed out of the filth and mess under her. She retched, holding her hands to her mouth. She grabbed the towel Max had cleaned himself with. All the water in the world couldn't wash away the horror. It would take her forever to clean that tub, not to mention herself.
'I'll be back, baby, back to take care of you again. And you think about your niece,' he said, pointing a finger at her as he ducked out of the bathroom.
Linda sank down on the toilet seat, covering her face with both hands and sobbing. She heard the sound of the back door slamming shut. Max was gone for the day.
She had to move, had to cleanup that foul mess, get ready far Janice who would be coming home any second. Even though her body ached, her buttocks and back stung from the beating. She had to move, act as if nothing had happened when her niece came home.
Somehow she managed to clean up the bathroom, finding more strength as the final traces of the piss and shit disappeared, gurgling down the drain. Linda washed herself well in the shower, twisting her lithe body under the stinging cold water, soaping herself down again and again as she thought of the horror Max had put her through.
What she found interesting was that she had actually enjoyed what had happened – enjoyed it at least in part. It was an experiment in depravity, in terror. And in spite of the anger she felt toward Max, Linda couldn't deny that her pussy had swollen open under the various attacks and that her cunt had gone good and hard.
She toweled herself dry, examining her bruised body in the mirror.
The savage belting had left long red and purple marks on her butt and back. Janice wouldn't be able to see them, thank God! There were a few scratch marks on her face. But her niece was so wrapped up in her own world that she wouldn't notice them.
Linda dressed hurriedly, slipping on what was one of her dowdier housedresses. She smiled in the mirror as she adjusted the plastic belt around her waist. God, she looked like the last person in the world who would have been involved in a sex orgy, especially one that just took place in her bathroom.
The front door slammed.
Linda jumped, then peered for a last time in the bedroom mirror. Oh, she was so sore and tired! She wanted to lie down, to sleep, to get away from the world. But there was her niece to raise. Janice had become almost ungovernable. If only her sister would come home and speak to her daughter. Janice was becoming something of a burden.
'To hell with it,' Linda muttered, brushing back her hair and pinning it in a matronly bun. She basically enjoyed Janice's company, but there had been times when she could have turned the girl out.
The squeak of tennis shoes in the hall told Linda her niece was close at hand.
'Hi!' Janice chirped, sticking her head into the bedroom.
'Hi,' Linda responded warmly. Well, at last they weren't at one another's throat as they usually were. Maybe this was some kird of truce, then Linda spotted the skimpy bathing suit Janice was wearing and frowned. How many times had site told her niece not to go trotting around town wearing that sort of thing. Even though this was sedate little Glendale, California, things could happen to a young girl when she exposed herself like that. The puritan side of Linda was rising, making her forget what had happened several minutes before.
'How did things go today? Did you see Billy?' Linda asked, her eyes narrowing accusingly.
Janice's face was flushed as she sashayed past her aunt and plopped down on the bed, resting back on her elbows. Janice knew her nonchalance during times like this maddened her aunt. She didn't know, exactly why she enjoyed bothering Linda like that. The teenager only knew she loved watching her aunt get red and excited, trying to hide her mounting anger as she lectured her niece on propriety.
'Yeah, we were in his jacuzzi for a while,' Janice said, moving her thighs over the bed suggestively.
Linda blushed. 'Well, I hope his parents were home,' Linda said, staring at her niece.
This was going too far. Janice almost felt like telling her aunt the whole story. But then, what would happen to her? She actually feared her aunt in part. Certainly, she didn't totally disregard her aunt's threat about throwing her out of the house should she be caught fucking around with men.
'Yeah, they were there… all around the tub talking their heads off,' Janice said, dropping her eyes and shuffling her feet against the rug.
Linda tilted her head to one side, unsure of the truth of Janice's statement. It sounded true – the tone of Janice's voice suggested disappointment, as if she hoped Billy's folks had not been there. Still…
'Janice, when you go out on a date… I mean, what do you do?' Linda blurted out, wanting to get to the bottom of her niece's activities. She felt driven to find out. She had to know if Janice was traveling the same path she was.
'What do you mean?'
'I don't want to pry. I'm just concerned about your well-being.' God, it sounded so stiff, so self-righteous. Still, Linda didn't know quite how to go about this. 'I just see that you're very attractive, and men… men might take advantage of you.'
'You want to know if I've been to bed with a guy yet?' Janice asked, staring steadily at her aunt while swinging her legs back and forth.
Linda swallowed hard. She wanted so much to be friends with her niece. She wanted to tell Janice about life, about the wonderful things she'd experienced, even about the wild times she'd had with Max. But her sense of responsibility swept over her again. No, that was something her niece might not be able to handle. She was too young, too inexperienced to understand her particular quirk.
'Well?'
Janice affected a bored expression.
'No, your… your private affairs are your business,' Linda said, feeling as if she needed a drink. 'I'd better go and make dinner,' she muttered, turning and walking out of the bedroom.
Linda felt as if she'd just finished with a third degree drilling by the police. How her niece looked at her with those accusing eyes, eyes that made her think Janice knew what had happened in the house minutes ago.
What was with her? Janice wondered as she flopped back on the bed and ran her fingers up and down her bare legs. Qh, how good that felt, it would have been a much better feeling if those fingers belonged to Billy. She'd weakened in the shower stall as they showered, telling him she'd meet him later that night behind her house. She was acting like a hot little whore. She knew that. But she couldn't help herself. Her pussy had been awakened to the mysteries of sex, and now the girl felt she had to have more.
Making it behind the house would have its problems. But there was a small room over the garage. Linda would be asleep in the big house. Her aunt usually knocked off several drinks before going to bed. At times she could hear Linda stumbling up to bed around eleven o'clock, quickly dropping into unconsciousness. Billy's parents would be busy entertaining as they usually did. It was perfect!
All through dinner Janice yammered about school, about how classes would be too hard and too long.
