"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 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.