Lisa belongs to all of them

The pair of bandits fucking Lisa paid her suggestion no mind, not even deigning to respond to the new gang slut as they picked up their tempo and began to fuck her in earnest. Lisa's plan was quickly forgotten, the intense sensations of her double penetration rendering her mute, save for the occasional grunted protest. Even her protests soon ceased, replaced by gutteral moans and helpless cries as the rough treatment of her sensitive areas began to ignite a flicker of pleasure deep within her.

The pair of men fucking her chuckled darkly, muttering obscene comments when Lisa finally started mewling, then eventually howling in pleasure. She had thrown her head back, panting wildy as the filthy, sweaty bandits filled her holes, her entire lower half abuzz with pleasure as they violently penetrated her. She didn't notice it, but the surrounding crowd had fallen silent, realising her capitulation, the only sound now the slap of flesh on flesh as her lovers slammed their hips into her body.

Had she had her wits about her Lisa would have been ashamed at the fact the she was the first to climax, her toes curling as her legs dangled uselessly between the two strong men, an anguished cry of utter bliss piercing the silence of the bar. A loud cheer went up, the surrounding crowd revelling in her downfall, slapping her rapists on the back as they in turn picked up their pace further, rutting her deep and fast, their own orgasms quickly approaching.

Lisa finally opened her eyes, scanning the faces of the crowd through lidded eyes as her entire body jolted with each thrust, her head thrown about, distorting her view. She did see the leering faces however, the grins of brown, broken teeth, the beards and stubble, the saliva glistening on cracked lips. All of this should have terrified her, disgusted her yet as she felt the cock buried deep inside her cunt pulse, then explode, filling her with a wet warmth that only enhanced the pleasure of her slowly dissipating climax she found herself imagining being taken by all of them, giving herself to their collective masculinity. As her mind wandered into dangerous territory, imagining herself as the broken plaything of these scum, the very worst of men, the bandit railing her ass also came, the sensation so depraved that Lisa experienced a second, unexpected orgasm, her eyes going wide as her mouth gaped open and she wailed in pleasure.

Lisa's second climax only served to please the crowd further, the poor woman a quivering mess as she was finally hoisted off the softening cocks of her rapists and passed over to the waiting throng. She could put up no resistance as she was carried to, then dumped upon a table, her broken holes leaking semen down her thighs as she was roughly positioned onto her stomach, her legs hanging down over the table's edge. Cheek pressed against the rough wood, Lisa looked over to see the comatose woman at her side, a vague realisation that she was now in the same position, exposed and helpless with her holes bared to the gang passed through her consciousness, only to be pushed aside as a thick, hard cock unceremoniously thrust its way deep into her soiled cunt.

Lisa stared at her fellow gang slut, her close-up view of the poor, broken woman rocking back and forth with every thrust into her own broken holes. As she was mounted and fucked by filthy bandit after filthy bandit, cumming repeatedly on their disgusting, unwashed cocks as they filled her with cum she realised that she was looking upon her own future. This realisation, while terrifying was quickly erased from her mind as another soul crushing orgasm ripped through her, the anguished wail of pleasure escaping her lips seeming to come from somewhere else. Someone else. She would soon come to understand, that someone else was and forever would be her - property of the Black Lynchers.