An unlikely savior interrupts

Lisa felt her opportunity to respond slip by. She saw Sherri give another nod. "I tried to be nice, dear, but I guess you think you're still too good to be a whore." Lisa's breakfast was rudely taken away from her. "In that case, I'll make you something worse than a whore. While the boys get your new uniform nice and ready, I'll be taking back those pretty clothes I lent you. Fuck pigs wear chains, not dresses."

Sherri was on top of Lisa before she could react, grappling with her as she tried to tug the dress off her luscious body. Both women were distracted wrestling each other on the bed when they heard someone behind them. "Sorry to interrupt, Sherri. Is that the new girl they saw you got?"

Lisa and Sherri saw a balding, middle-aged man standing in the doorway. Lisa didn't recognize him, but then again, she couldn't even remember half the men she fucked last night. Sherri knew him though. "What da hell do you want, Usher? I'm in the middle of disciplining this slut."

"Oh, so she's not being cooperative. Excellent, you might be willing to let me take her off your hands then. How much does she owe you?"

Lisa was still on the bed with the dress hiked halfway up her body. She had no idea what was going on, uncertain whether she just lucked out or her luck had gotten worse. Sherri's mind did some calculating. "Let's say she owes me $300."

"How about I pay off her debt to you, and in return, you let me take her home with me?"

Lisa would have thought the man's offer kind if she couldn't see his face. His eyes were already on her lower target, and he couldn't hide a grin that would make most women shudder. Lisa sensed he had disturbing, perverted plans for her. She wanted to protest, maybe even beg Sherri to keep her chained up here, but she knew her fate was out of her hands.

Lisa heard the sound of metal clinking as the men Sherri had sent off came back with her chains. Sherri gave a wicked smile. "You start counting those bills, Usher, and I'll work on getting her gift-wrapped for you." Lisa felt a rush of cold air as the rest of the dress was pulled from her body, leaving her naked and defenseless again. She was confused when she felt iron being clapped around her wrists and legs. Hadn't Sherri agreed she was giving her to this old creep? Lisa watched the man lick his fingers as he flipped through the bills in his wallet, occasionally stealing a glance at her that made her shiver.

She suddenly felt a metal collar slightly **** her, snapping securely around her bare neck. A chain was threaded through the rings on the collar, linking the manacles on her arms and legs together so that her limbs were effectively bound. She felt a sharp tug on her chains that awkwardly **** her to her feet. One more strand was wrapped around her neck, the free end given to the slob of a man as he exchanged a wad a cash for the chain. It suddenly fully hit Lisa that she was being sold to this man like a ****.

"Don't worry yerself, darling," Sherri said, "Usher here will be a lot **** to you than I would have been. You should remember to thank him when he gets you home."

Usher responded with a laugh as he playfully tugged on Lisa's new chain. "Whelp, I should get going. Can't keep a shop open if I'm over here looking at whores." Lisa was **** to march barefoot down the steps, her naked form on full display. Usher gave her ass a smack, like he was encouraging a mule. Lisa wished she hadn't yelped, since this seemed to encourage him to beat her bottom even more like a drum.

Her body was briefly paraded to the people downstairs, before she was suddenly out in the street. Usher stopped to take out his pocket watch and check the time. Lisa could tell he was doing this on purpose, stalling so that more of the town could see the cheap slut he just bought. It was humiliating to watch older women cover the eyes of their children. Men walking with their wives would pretend not to notice her, only to quickly sneak a peak back so they could feast on her swaying ass. She felt too ashamed to say anything, too humiliated to even try to escape the man who now literally held her life in his hands. She just silently followed along, like a pack animal trailing behind its master.