"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.