<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br/>Christine squealed as he whipped her pussy painfully, causing her whole body to jerk as the lashes stung across her sensitive skin. Perhaps she liked pain, yes, but she had a feeling the wetness had more to do with the fact that she'd been watching scantily clad women paraded in front of her. And she had seen a glimpse of the bulge beneath Louis' trousers.<br/><br/>She screamed in indignation at his words.<br/><br/>"I will not call you anything that respectful."<br/><br/>She had seen Louis try to wrench her free, and his words had calmed her considerably...until Marcus had intervened. Louis had kind eyes, and he was mature and polite. She liked him, and she had to admit that he was very attractive. Marcus could be very attractive too, but his eyes were cold. Obviously Annalisa was attractive, as everyone in the room could see that.<br/><br/>When the horse trainer tossed her back to Louis and the slave girl, they caught her gently, and her trembling form slowly relaxed. Smiling at Annalisa, Christine nodded and gratefully took a bit of the clothes to cover up her welt covered ass now. She didn't like hearing that she belonged to Alistair, but she supposed if that kept her out of the hands of these other barbarians, then she wouldn't argue for now.<br/><br/>Her trembling eased, and when Cyril played, some of the proud tension in her body relaxed, and she exhaled softly. Whenever Louis returned, she'd speak quietly to him.<br/><br/>"Thank you. I...I am sorry that I assumed you were like the others. I guess I don't really trust anyone in here yet. I was just kidnapped, raped, deflowered and punished...all in one day. This morning I woke up at home, not believing anything like this was possible."<br/><br/>Her voice turned sad, and she looked to Annalisa and Louis.<br/><br/>"I am sure that all the slaves feel the same way, though. Your name is Annalisa, right? I am Christine. Are you alright?"<br/><br/>She had seen the welts, and they had to hurt...just as hers did.<br/><br/>"Louis, I would be happy to call you 'Sir.' I feel like you might be the only man here to deserve it."<br/><br/>Sighing, the redhead walked over stiffly to the other slaves and sat down with a slight wince. She smiled at Annalisa and even blushed a bit at Louis.