First Things First.

A strong hand clamps around Lisa Bennet's jaw as the man inspects her like a piece of livestock. It's demeaning and only serves to fuel the fiery pit of anger already smoldering inside her. Unfortunately, tied up and wearing only a pair of panties doesn't exactly put her in the best situation to do anything about it. Nevertheless, she defiantly pulls her head back from his grip and turns it away from the man.

"Hmmm..." he growls in amusement, "seems she's got some spunk to her too."

The attack comes swift and hard as his fist slams into the side of her head; driving Lisa to the floor.

"Gonna have to break that spirit first," he continues almost conversationally as a couple of his lackeys pull Lisa back up onto her knees, "can't have you harming my customers after all."

Lisa tries to glare up at him but the punch has left her world spinning and it's incredibly hard to focus. Spunk? She'll show him spunk! "I'm gonna kil-"

Another savage blow knocks her to the floor again, this time hitting her other side. Again, no sooner does she hit the floor than a pair of hands grabs each arm below her shoulder and pulls her up in front of the owner.

He looks her over for a moment, admiring his handiwork reflected in her dazed expression. Finally he nods. "Soon enough. Johny! You're up."

"Yes sir, Boss," comes an excited, if not especially bright sounding voice behind her. As the Boss turns and walks away Lisa's fuzzy vision is suddenly dominated by a man's crotch. Johny, she presumes.

"Now missy," Johny says, "you just be a good girl and you won't get punished no more." As he talks Lisa get a nice, close view of his hands fumbling with the buttons to his pants. His intentions are more than obvious.

Lisa shakes her head to clear her thoughts. "No fucking way," she spits, "what in the world makes you think you're going to get anything more than stitches out of this?!"

The sound of a gun cocking, followed by the cold of the muzzle being pressed against the back of her head seems to be all the answer Lisa needs.

With a final tug, Johny's dick falls free from his pants. Eagerly he grabs it with one hand and begins to guide it towards her face.

'Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place,' Lisa thinks miserably as she realizes that one gun or the other is about to penetrate her.