<strong>Christine The English Whore</strong><br/><br/>I really, really wished I'd not come in here. First my bike was trashed, then I was forced to piss in front of everyone, then punched hard, then pissed on, used as a toilet...<br/><br/><em>They sure know how to make a girl welcome in these parts...</em>The thought flashed into my head, with bitter irony, but the fist landing in my gut again prevented the ironic sneer that was about to form on my lips. Instead the air came out of my mouth in a whose.<br/><br/>She had asked me something... More piss?  She wanted to know if I wanted to have more of this abuse? Oh god! Of course I didn't. I was sick to my stomach from the stuff I'd already swallowed, not to mention heavy fists. But the implication was clear... if I said no...<br/><br/>"Y... Yes.. p.p..please", I sobbed, gasping for breath, tears streaming down my cheeks.