Anastasija stifled a giggle when Pauline started getting serious and ordered her to repeat herself. Still, being called a cheap little whore was kind of humiliating, perhaps because she felt in this moment that there was a grain of truth to the insult. She WAS standing half naked in the bathroom of a truck, because she had no real money to pay for the ride (even if no money had been asked for by Pauline) and somehow had to pay for it. At least she felt like it was only fair. And of course she was a little afraid of the dominant and strong woman in front of her, her brain had not shut down completely even though she was a little aroused by this. Anastasija was well aware that this woman could be some kind of killer, but they had been talking for the last couple of hours and she doubted that Pauline was the kind of gal killing hitch hikers for sport. And the fact that she wanted her to undress gave away her interests more clearly - why would she kill her if she could have fun with her? Blood shot into her cheeks and Anastasija realized that the trip with this lady could last longer than to the next forest where her body would never be found - she could be held hostage as a sex slave for who knew how long!<i>Well, Nastya, you did this to yourself, you cheap little whore</i>, she said to herself, before the voice of her captor made all trails of thought vanish.<br/><br/>"I am a cheap little whore, Mistress!", she said loud enough to be heard in the entire room more than clearly. Her cheeks were still blushing and red, and when she was ordered to repeat it again, the humiliation made her almost cry. One sweet little tear rolled down the red right cheek of hers and she said loud and clear "I AM A LITTLE CHEAP WHORE, MISTRESS PAULINE!" She meant it. She really felt like a cheap little whore. Pauline was nice enough to take this worthless prostitute from Russia with her in her precious truck and she was a cheap little whore and did not have anything to pay her benefactor. "I am sorry, Mistress", she whispered loudly enough to be heard by Pauline. It was unclear if the Russian girl was sorry for not having obliged to the orders correctly or if she meant that she was sorry for being a little cheap whore.<br/><br/>Pauline was strong. Anastasija felt intimidated by the strong woman and there was no resistance when the former soldier put her on the toilet seat and straddled her lap. But it was not that strength that made the younger girl feel the need to comply to her captor's orders. It was the humiliation that made her feel little and worthless. The humiliation made her small and forced her to do as she was told. It was the reason that she felt bad for not carrying out the orders as her mistress wished before and it made her feel guilty enough that she actually thought she was deserving this punishment that was soaking her panties in the urine of the beautiful woman on her lap. She felt the golden liquid splashing on her clitoris and her pussy under the fine fabric of her panties. And the fact that she paid up for her misbehavior in combination with the warm and soothing physical sensation actually made her feel relieved and good. She quite enjoyed being pissed on, even though she could never explain this to her captor or even herself. The second before she took the erect nipple into her mouth she looked up at Pauline and said "Thank you, Mistress". She then started sucking on it like a good little girl, playing with it in her mouth using her tongue and her teeth to tease her captor.