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.