Her bladder empty, Pauline stood and grinned down at her apparently willing slave. The way the kid had been sucking her nipple had made it hard, and had made it clear that Anastasija was enjoying this far too much. "Right, on your feet. Hmmm. Anastasija is the name of a princess, and you're no princess. I think I'll call you Nasty. Yep, you're a nasty little cheap whore, so Nasty is your name." She grinned. "Say your name, whore." Pauline grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled upward, slapped her face with the other hand until she said what Pauline wanted her to, that her name was now Nasty, and said it loud enough.<br/><br/>"Good girl. Now, take your panties off like you were originally told to and put them in your mouth. I don't want to hear another sound out of you."<br/><br/>While Nasty was doing that, Pauline went back into the main room of the truck. She pulled her duvet off the bed and put it into a locker, then pulled a plastic sheet out and spread that onto the bed, fitting it tightly to the corners of the mattress. There was a roll of duck tape - every trucker's friend - in her tools-and-bits drawer. She nodded and pulled it out, then headed back to the bathroom. "Come here, Nasty." To prevent the girl spitting out her piss-soaked panties, Pauline wrapped the duct tape around the girl's face, sealing her mouth shut. On a whim, she put tape across her eyes too so Nasty was blind. Pauline made sure that the tape was securely sealed down. Any attempt by the slave to remove or prevent the tape was met with a slap, and the slaps would get steadily harder, ultimately knocking the kid off her feet.<br/><br/>Pauline grabbed Nasty by the wrists and twisted both arms up behind her back, then almost lifted her by them, so she was forced to her tiptoes to avoid her shoulders being dislocated. Pauline frog-marched the girl to the bed, twisted her around, picked her up under the armpits and threw her onto her back on the surprisingly comfortable if cool and slick surface. Pauline had made a number of interesting modifications to the bed, one of which was a number of anchor points at various strategic locations. In a drawer were several different types of cuffs, metal and leather and plastic, padded and non-padded. She pulled out four fur-lined leather ones. The fur, she knew, would mat with sweat and after a while could begin to itch, but at first it would feel quite nice. She quickly wrapped one of the cuffs around each of Nasty's wrists and ankles, then used the D-rings on them to secure her wrists to the anchor points at the top corners of the bed.<br/><br/>That done, she considered a moment, then lifted Nasty's right leg, bending the girl uncomfortably double as she secured the ankle to the same anchor as her right wrist, then repeated this with the girl's left ankle. "There. Nod your head if you are comfortable, shake it if you aren't..." She ordered.