Better safe than sorry.

Lisa thought it over, but in the end she realized that breaking loose would probably only mean her ****. But, as she felt the rough hands tighten once again and one of the Black Lynchers start to feel her over, she began regretting her decision.

“So, what’s a pretty little thing like you dressin like this for?” he asked, brushing his hand over her left breast.

“Don’t touch me.” Lisa growled, tensing from the hand.

“What?” he asked, “You don’t like getting fondled?”

He grabbed her breast roughly, letting his thumb run over her nipple. From beneath, she began to feel it harden. Biting her lip, she pulled back, then brought her foot up. It struck the man right in his crouch, and he fell over, screaming in pain.

Immediately, she was shoved onto the ground and rolled over. Now, she was looking up into the faces of dozens of lustful looking men. The view of it actually frightened her a bit.

“Strip the bitch!” the man on the ground yelled angrily.

The men needed no extra motivation. Lisa tried to hold it in, but as the men tore at her clothing, she let out a terrified scream, and it only encouraged the Black Lynchers to strip her faster. Before long, she had been completely stripped, with nothing left on to cover herself. The men could see her breasts heaving up and down in horror and her partially erect nipples. They could even see her cleanly shaved pussy.

“Hey,” one of the men noticed, “she’s dry! Not thinking of anything good, are you?”

Lisa looked up at the men in fear.

“Look’s like she ain’t a slut, yet.” The man on the ground growled, pushing himself back to his feet. “We could have a bit of fun with her, though it would be kinda hard with her cunt being dry. Tell you what, girl, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll finger fuck you for ten minutes straight, and if you can last that without getting wet, we’ll let you go. But, if you do get wet and have an orgasm, you have to make all of us cum twice.”

“No!” Lisa screamed.

“I wasn’t asking. I was telling you what I’m gonna do.”

“Stay away!” Lisa yelled, pushing herself away. But before she could get far, rough hands pushed her into the dirt, and she watched with horror as the Black Lyncher knelt at the entrance of her vagina.

And, without warning, he plunged his finger deep into her vagina. Lisa let out a painful scream, and the Lyncher began to pump in and out in a slow, fluid motion.

“Someone start counting.” He commanded.

“S-Stop!” Lisa panted, trying to fight the unwanted pleasure that was beginning to rush into her.

The Lyncher smiled and inserted a second finger.

Three minutes had gone by, and the Lyncher was beginning to pump as fast as he could.

“Damn!” He grunted, “Her clit’s barely erect! This girl can take a lot!”

Lisa was having a hard time though. She continued begging, trying to make the man stop, but the man only relished her cries of mercy and continued on his onslaught, though, he was having trouble getting her even a little wet, and it was annoying him.

But, as the time reached eight minutes, he began to feel her vagina get wet, and he smiled.

“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.” He said as he inserted two more fingers.

He was now pumping at full speed, and the feelings that rushed through Lisa were terrible and great. Without meaning to, she had begun to cry, and as she let out seductive cries and moans, she noticed that many of the Black Lynchers had already pulled out their cocks and were masturbating.

Nine minutes passed, and Lisa was nearing the last thirty seconds, though it felt like it had been hours. Her clit and nipples had gone completely erect, and her vagina was wet, but she still hadn’t orgasmed, though she could barely hold it in.

“Hey, she’s only got ten seconds to go.” One of the Lynchers commented.

Lisa closed her eyes, letting the tears flow freely. She counted in her head. Nine, eight, seven, six, five. She could barely keep it in. There were only three seconds left, but she didn’t know if she had the strength to hold on for those last three seconds. She heard the Lynchers counting…