A Proper Welcome

"Breakfast."

Lisa awoke to the sound of her door being opened and a tray dropping to the floor. Groggily, she looked up to see Hanna standing before a half spilled plate of bread and water.

"You have fifteen minutes, cunt." Hanna said. "Then I've got to present you to the rest properly. Today must be my lucky day though. Late last night some of my men robbed a nearby traveling family. They killed the father and sons and brought me a lovely mother and daughter. The mother's too old for anyone to enjoy, but she'll make a good **** to someone else here. But the daughter, well she's a beautiful little fuck. It seems that you might make a buddy today at your welcoming. But nevermind, eat up."

Hanna slammed the door shut and locked it once again. Lisa, shivering from the cold and her nudity walked over to the tray and leaned over it. It consisted of half a loaf of molding bread and a cup of spilled, brown water. Grimacing in disgust, Lisa attempted to eat it, but shortly after gave up. Fifteen minutes later, Hanna reopened the door accompanied by a man.

With a slight nod, the man roughly grabbed Lisa by the arm and dragged her out of her cell. She was led down the hallway, down a stairs, and onto a large platform. It was completely dark, probably from the fact that the drapes covered everything in front of her, and she heard the rustling of chains. Before long, she felt the shackles connect with her wrists and ankles, and once they were securely placed, she felt herself being pulled back in a spread eagle position.

"All right, let's get this show on the road!" Hanna said happily.

The curtains were opened, and Lisa's eyes widened as she realized she was on a stage being presented to about twenty men.