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And then he was finished. "Thank him..." "Thank you for letting me drink your piss" "Did you like that?" She said emphatically "no". "Do you think that if you did that often enough you might get used to it?" Definitely not. "Good. Guys, nobody pisses except in her mouth, and she doesn't drink anything except piss" "Right on," They really liked that. She wanted to throw up. "Find out if any one else will let you drink." She got three more servings, so that she had swallowed quarts of piss by the time they were done. Then they left her alone while they finished breaking camp. How long were they going to keep her? She couldn't stand this for too long. Maybe it would be better if they just killed her. She was tied again in the canoe and within minutes they were headed off across a lake. Then they landed on rock and started climbing up a fairly steep hill. After the hill, they walked mostly in shade. Mosquitoes and flies took full advantage of the defenseless flesh in the canoe, while Liane listened to the men batting the things away.
Eventually one of them asked if they could let her walk now, and they agreed it would probably be OK. So they let her up, untied her hands. They slathered themselves with bug repellent not offering her any. One wanted to piss so she squatted before him, his human toilet, taking the opportunity to release her own urine.