Instead he kicked her moderately, forcing her over on her hands and knees and telling her to crawl to the bathroom. It was a terribly awkward, painful position. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her while her ankles were rubbed raw from the line binding them together. Her knees moved slowly over the carpeted hall, the piling burning her skin.
Max was shouting at her, telling her what a whore she was, what a bitch she was while all the time she was pretending to be a high-minded lady around town.
"Okay, baby, inside."
Max stepped to one side, holding the door open while he watched Linda crawl over the bathroom floor tiles. She looked confused, staring at him, wondering what else he had in store for her.
"You're all fucked up with the belt. Gotta wash you up."
He scooped the woman up from the floor, pushing her hard against the wall. Linda's head struck the wood molding of the doorway, dazing her temporarily. Max held her around the waist, wheeled her around and dropped her into the shower stall. Linda felt the cool plastic bottom of the tub against her bare feet. Leaning against the white plastic siding, she moaned, her knees starting to buckle under her. She couldn't give in like this. She had to fight back, had to find the strength to resist somehow. If she didn't, Linda knew she'd give in to Max's desires; she'd be turning Janice over to this animal. She couldn't do that!
"This'll wake you up."
There was a squeaking sound, followed by the rush of a broad stream of icy water. The cold spray shocked Linda into consciousness. The breath went out of her while her flesh tightened and started to turn a light blue. Linda's pussy snapped shut while the woman tried crossing one leg over the other in an attempt to protect it from the icy water. Twisting around to one side, Linda screamed in indignation, calling Max a filthy son-of-a-bitch while her feet slipped dangerously on the wet plastic floor of the tub.
"Son-of-a-bitch, am I?" he laughed, directing the wet stream now at her cunt.
Linda cried out, her legs sliding out from under her as the shock numbed her brain. With a cry the woman fell on her ass, the force of the fall knocking the air from her lungs.
"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.