"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.