Gang slut

Lisa's life was never the same after that night. She had awoken, sore and disoriented on a rickety bench in the corner of the bar, naked except for a filthy, scratchy sheet someone had been kind enough to cover her with. As she sat up and tried to get her bearings, a heavy ache pounding in the back of her skull, Kel appeared wearing a concerned expression.

"Hey darlin'." she said kindly as she took a seat by Lisa's feet, stroking her leg comfortingly. "How ya feeling?"

"Terrible." Lisa coughed, the taste of cum, cheap whiskey and god knows what else stinging her throat.

"Aww, poor thing. Don't worry, you'll be right, just need to clean up a little and get a proper rest. You'll be right in no time." Kel fell silent for several moments, looking Lisa over before adding, "You did well last night. Perfect. The lads all love ya and ya didn't get yourself killed. Keep it up and you're gonna be just fine."

Kel had given Lisa her bedroom for the day, allowing her some privacy which Lisa used to wash herself thoroughly, before spending several restless hours tormented by scattered memories of the night before. By the time evening fell she had mustered up the courage to explore her bruised and busted folds, reaching down between her thighs and inspecting her brutalised cunt with her fingertips. What she found felt foreign, alien... an aching mess of angry flesh that pulsed hotly under her touch. Her asshole was no different, perhaps even worse and the sharp pain she felt deep inside when she moved had her worrying that perhaps she was seriously injured.

Despite the aching pain she felt, her exploration didn't feel entirely awful. In fact, Lisa found that if she traced her soft fingertips over some of the more sensitive parts of her tender pussy it sent delightful tingles of pleasure through her entire body. As darkness began to fall outside and the sounds of the evening's festivities began to rise up from downstairs, Lisa found herself stroking her swollen cunt needily, her mind filled with the fractured memories of her **** the night before. By the time she realised what she was doing she was on the brink of orgasm and she stopped abruptly in shame, panting in the darkness as her pussy throbbed and pulsed as if mocking her.

Lisa tried to push her intrusive thoughts away and sleep but the increasing volume of the gang members downstairs was an impossible distraction. When she finally rose and slipped into one of Kel's dresses it was almost without conscious thought, her bare feet leading her out of the relative safety of the bedroom and down the stairs. She lingered silently at the bottom of the stairs until Kel, sitting on the bench that Lisa had woken up on that morning, spotted her.

Kel cast Lisa a friendly wave from across the room but the woman was clearly busy, her other hand buried in the lap of the hairy bandit beside her. After flashing a warm smile, Kel lowered her face into the man's lap causing Lisa to blush and look away. Her presence had no longer gone unnoticed however, as a tall, burly man called out to her from the centre of the large room. With the attention of several Lynchers now squarely focused on her, the odd whistle or cat-call directed her way, Lisa's stomach fluttered and she felt her pussy twitch.

Again moving on their own, Lisa's feet carried her towards the man, the stink of sweat and liquor assaulting her senses as she moved between the grinning gang members who chuckled and heckled her as she passed. She came to a stop before the man, looking to him with a blank expression as if in some kind of trance.

"Remember me sweet?" The burly bandit asked with a shout, making a show of it in front of his buddies. When Lisa didn't respond he unbuckled his trousers and flopped out his massive, dirty member, the smell of it immediately engulfing Lisa. "Maybe you remember him!" he shouted causing the surrounding Lynchers to erupt in uproarious laughter. Despite the man's foul odour, or perhaps because of it, Lisa felt her arousal reach fever pitch, her aching cunt so wet it practically dripped down her leg. As she gaped at the massive cock, still seemingly lost in a daze her body once more acted for her, a final betrayal that would seal her fate.

Lisa moved past the man towards the nearest table and with a sweep of her arm, cleared it of empty bottles and mugs. She then raised herself up onto it, settling herself down on atop the spilled whiskey and cigarette butts. She shimmied her hips as she hiked her dress up past them, exposing her naked, needy pussy, then spread her legs wide before lowering herself down onto her back.

The surrounding Lynchers fell into a stunned silence before the burly bandit broke it with his praise. "Good slut." he growled as he reached out and felt her wetness with a thick, grimy finger. A cheer went up as Lisa moaned happily, the crowd pressing in around her as the big man began to finger her in earnest before eventually taking his place between her wide spread thighs. He dragged Lisa by her legs towards him, positioning her ass right on the edge of the table before pressing himself into her aching folds. He paused for a moment, his tip just inside the her, causing Lisa to squirm impatiently as he leered down at her.

"You want this, dontcha slut?" he asked, teasing her and Lisa bit her lip, wincing at the truth of it. Realising he was waiting for an answer she nodded, then gushed out her response, "Yes... yes!! I want it! Please.... fuck meee!"

The big man grunted in approval and thrust himself deep into Lisa's hungry cunt as the surrounding crowd cheered once more, cackling and slapping one another on the back - celebrating the downfall of their new slut. Lisa didn't hear them though, she was lost in pleasure, her long awaited orgasm so powerful it felt like an out of body experience. This was what she wanted. All she wanted. And it was just as well, as this was her life now. Proud gang slut of the Black Lynchers.