Foul

The Brute's cock was just inches from Lisa's mouth, his meaty, powerful hand pressed either side of her cheeks, forcing her mouth open wide.

"You'd just love to have me stick my cock into that bear-trap mouth of yours," the Brute laughed. The Brute let loose with a long stream of piss. It shot straight into Lisa's mouth; she gagged.

Just as the first of the piss hit the back of her throat, another one of the gang rammed his cock into Lisa's abused ass; she screamed in pain. Lisa's scream only brought more laughter and taunts from the brutal men and allowed the Brute's piss to flow straight down her throat, gagging her.

The man behind her was plowing into her ass violently - hard and fast. He groaned and came; another load of cum filled Lisa's ass.

The Brute finished; the last drops of his foul piss dripping onto the saloon floor. More hands grabbed Lisa's body, she was pulled off of the barroom table and dropped down onto the floor. Six men surrounded her. A rain of piss poured down. Lisa's body was soaked with the foul liquid. One of the men grabbed a spitoon; the obscene contents poured down onto the Deputy next.

"Drag this bitch out of here!" The Brute was giving orders now. "Drag her over to Red Hanna's and tell her the Deputy is looking for a new line of work!"

Lisa kicked and squirmed, but two men grabbed her by the ankles, dragged her across the floor and out onto the hard, dirt street.